Other Fishies in the Sea
L. E. Gaunte
September 17
Mark's POV
"Roger, I'm going filming!"
"Have fun! I'm going down to Mimi's later to have hot steamy passionate sex." Roger, plucking along to Musetta's waltz said, rubbing it in my face that he had a girlfriend, while instead, I had a camera, a stupid striped scarf, and an unnecessarily bulky coat, I gave him the flipped him off, he just laughed and did the same.
I wrapped my coat tighter around myself as I walked down the streets of New York, filming the usual policemen harassing a homeless man, as they left I started filming a guy harassing a woman, catcalling and whistling and trying to grope her, I froze, the police harassing people were one thing, they were police, they wouldn't do anything seriously against the law, but this was straight-up sexual harassment and molesting, and I was just standing there, filming, god, Roger was right, I was a such a wimp
"Mark!" someone cried, it was the woman, did I know her? "Marky, come here Marky-poo!" she said, giving me a big kiss on the lips, "I have a boyfriend you creep." she said to the man and he left looking disappointed because he had probably wanted to rape the woman- whom now upon closer inspection looked more like a girl, a beautiful girl- in the dark of the night without anyone interrupting him, her age and appearance still didn't trigger any memories I might have had of her, and I certainly wasn't her boyfriend "Hi," she said
"Hi?" I responded unsure of what to do
"You don't know me, I'm so sorry that I basically molested you after that perv did the same thing to me, I just kissed you to make him go away, and I'm really sorry if you have a girlfriend or something, and honestly you don't look that much like a perv, I mean no creep would wear that wimpy scarf you have and that bulky coat, and have a camera, so you seemed like a nice nerd to save me, please tell me I was right, I really don't want to be grabbed by the boobs and ass again." she rambled
"Um, what can I say, you were right, I am really just a nerd, ouch, thanks for killing my ego. And I don't have a girlfriend. My name's Mark, Mark Cohen."
"Rose Spencer, so I got your name right, I just said the first male name that popped into my head, cool huh?"
"How old are you? You look like you're 16." What I meant was shouldn't you be in school or some kind of institution?
"How old are you? You look like you're 20. "
"I'm 24. "
"I'm 23, but I'm old for my age, it's the half-Asian you're seeing. Walk with me?" Rose asked
"Why don't I walk you home, make sure those creeps don't get you." I joked
"Well actually, my home is quite far away from here, would you mind if I stayed at your place?" she asked shyly, 'no', I thought, 'no, she could not stay at my place', if it even counted as mine, she had that same look Maureen had when we first met, this was actually quite similar, except Maureen was drunk, but she also molested me, albeit more roughly and didn't really have an excuse except that she was smashed.
"Yes, of course, you can stay, but wouldn't your boyfriend mind?" I asked, 1) why on Earth had I invited a girl I just met into my home? And 2) she was the most beautiful creature on Earth(Oh wait, that was why, and maybe the fact I haven't gotten laid since Maureen dumped me), so, of course, she had a boyfriend
"I don't have a boyfriend," she said "I have a girlfriend."
"What?!" Maybe I was getting rusty with cues, or am just really stupid with social situations
"Just kidding Marky-poo," she purred and pouted, wrapping one leg around my hips and kissing me "For now... we'll see if that boyfriend fact remains true" she murmured, kissing me "Hmmmmm, you have a little something going on there," she said, flicking my unfortunate erection, god it hurt, must keep dignity, must not lose the bit of ego I have left, I thought, "come on!" Rose said, with her wavy black hair floating around her face like a halo, pecking my cheek and pulling my hand along, it amazed me how one girl could be so surprising and so energized, oh my, that was descriptive, remember, she's just a girl, who, as a red flag, reminded me of Maureen.
"And so I told her, 'Forks are way better than chopsticks, you can stab more food with the, and stab people!'" Rose said, leading me up the stairs to my loft
"Mhmm," I said, having never used any chopsticks, opting for sporks the rare times we could actually afford takeout, and it was Chinese, but I had actually quite liked Chinese food
"Wow! The people in that apartment are sure having some sex!" she said gesturing to Mimi's apartment, and the loud moans and screams emitted from there
"Actually, that's my roommate having sex with his girlfriend in her apartment, and he told me, and I quote that they will be having 'hot steamy passionate sex' all night, probably to rub in my face that I haven't gotten laid since my girlfriend dumped me for another woman." Oh my god. Why the hell did I just say that, did I want to embarrass myself more? Was that even possible at this point?! Rose laughed, then bit her lip "What?" I asked, what if she was disgusted at me? What if she thought I was a loser?
"You don't have anything against gay people do you?" she said nervously
"Um, no, her girlfriend Joanne is actually really nice," I responded
"Because I'm bisexual," she said, "you don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all, all of my friends are actually gay except for Roger, he's my roommate, and his girlfriend Mimi, and they're all really accepting."
"Good," she said, kissing me on the lips again, throwing her arms around me, and deepening the kiss
"So this is it," I said
"Nice," she said, except we both knew it wasn't nice
Rose's POV
It was nice. Barely scratching the surface of nice though.
Mark's POV
"Er…" I said, having no idea what to do "Do you want a drink?"
"You mean like alcohol?" Rose asked
"Do you mean like alcohol?" I asked uncertainly, the gang was always getting drunk, and I was pretty sure there was enough alcohol stashed around the loft to last a lifetime
"If you want to sure, but you don't seem like the type" she shrugged
"Well, I'm not, but my friends are, and we get smashed pretty often. Here, do you mind drinking out of the bottle?" I said, retrieving some of Collins's leftover Stoli
"No," she said, sipping a tiny bit, looking a bit unsure
"Not used to this?" I asked
"Or drinking in general, no"
"I was the same way, until I moved here, and then you know, peer pressure, but I'm still a lightweight."
"I see," she said, already getting buzzed
"Mhmmm," I said, nodding
Third person
"Hey, you know," Rose said climbing into Mark's lap "once I wore a school uniform to school even though my school didn't have a uniform, funny huh? But it was to protest the unfair rules and the horrible teachers, I also hacked into the school system to shut down all electricity to protest the no electronics rule, started a petition to fire all the unfit teachers, and marched my entire grade to the principal's office to demand that they fire the P.E. teacher"
"Cool," Mark said, "I think I might be drunk." he giggled
"Me too, hey, it feels really nice, I don't think I've ever been drunk before, like EVER!"
"I was a sellout once you know, I used to work at Buzzline."
"No way!" Rose gasped
"Yup, and then I quit to make my documentary, which is quite famous ya know, it's called 'Today 4 U: Proof Positive' and it's totes depressing"
"Hey! I think I've seen it before, a colleague where I teach showed it for his class!"
"Hey you look like really pretty and beautiful and cute and sexy"
"I can be all those things?" Rose giggled
"Yeah… I think so, wait… yeah…"
"Hey, did you know I used to be an exotic dancer?"
"Like a stripper?"
"Uh-huh" Rose whispered, nibbling Mark's ear, Mark moaned, feeling an erection bulge against his pants
"Let's go to my room, it's fucking uncomfortable out here"
"Agreed" Rose said breathing heavily, leaving a trail of kissing from Mark's jawline to his neck, making his pants strain even further, as they stumbled into Mark's bedroom.
The bottle was only half empty.
A/N: Hello readers, I wrote this story since during the whole musical I felt sad that Mark was all alone and depressed, and I felt really sorry for him, so I gave him a girlfriend in this fanfiction. I am also very sorry to portray Rose like that, but I need them to meet somehow, anyways, the show must go on, and yes, there will be a back story for our dear Rose Spencer. Also, women and girls out here, and this applies to the male population as well, DO NOT DO WHAT ROSE DID!Do not kiss strangers you just met, then go to their homes, get drunk, and well... That person will most likely not be as nice as our dorky filmmaker Marky-poo Cohen. Oh! Also, the stories that Rose told about what she did as a student are what I once did, modified to make them more dramatic and highlight some of her qualities.
So! Like it, hate it, well, please review it.