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A Secret Between Us	By : pissiMissi Category: Musicals/Plays > RENT Views: 1048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven :The Aftermath

The next morning

Mark’s POV

My body tingled, consciousness was forcing it’s way back to me, a feathery brush of fingers against my skin roused me more.
Wait......
I sat up, the room was blurry, I felt for my glasses on the small night stand once they were on the room became clear.
Oh God.
There tangled in the sheets next to me was a very naked Mimi. Her hair was all riled up and stuck to her face in sweaty ringlets. I wanted to touch those beautiful caramel colored cheeks and as I did this reality set in. Last night had been real. She had had a fight with Roger we met on the stairwell. It wasn’t a dream. She started kissing me and I kissed her, it was so much different then the times before. Going up to my loft had been real. Mimi coming to bed with me had been very real. These feelings I had and the ones she had for me were real and that meant only one thing.
I was a dead man.
Mimi’s POV
When I opened my eyes I saw Mark staring at me. I smiled at him for a moment, content. I sat up suddenly terrified, Where was Roger? Did he find out? Was he going to find out? “What time is it?” Thousands of questions were running through my head so fast my lips were trembling not sure which words to form first.
“It’s early, seven, I think.”
I didn’t hear Roger come back last night but I wasn’t exactly listening for a door to slam as the night went on. He probably thought I was with Benny. I sighed, being with Mark didn’t make me any less of a bad girlfriend. “I should go,” I whispered sliding out of the bed and pulling on my clothes. I felt Mark looking over at me, my eyes met his piercing blue ones. His forehead was wrinkled a little in worry. Did he regret what we did? Or did he think I was regretting it? I gave him a smile and crawled across the bed, “Not forever....Mark....I...” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Mark returned it, but he still seemed worried. “I love you, Mark,” I whispered, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me.
Later -
still Mimi’s POV
I opened the door to my loft with caution, I was going to tell Roger the truth. I was in love with Mark and this just had to end. I wasn’t happy and it was increasingly obvious that Roger wasn’t happy. I wasn’t April I would never be April and Roger hated that. I knew he never believed Benny’s accusations, he was just looking for a reason to be angry.
“Mimi ” Roger pulled me close to him in a crushing hug, he was shaking, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have blown up like that but you said all that shit about April and it really hurt. Oh god, Mimi, I thought you left me.”
This wasn’t Roger. He never apologized. He reeked of liquor. “Roger, you’re really drunk,” I pushed him back lightly, “Let me help you into bed.” I had dealt with drunks all my life. My father was one before he killed himself and of course my mother took up the nasty habit afterwards. But right then, I felt truly scared, Roger had left very very angry the night before and now he was completely shitfaced. Does he know that I spent the night with Mark? I couldn’t escape the guilt I felt and with every heartbroken apology uttered by Roger, alcohol induced or not, was another stab of guilt on my heart.
After helping him into bed, Roger spoke again he was getting tired, “Lay down with me?” I hesitated then climbed into bed. Roger’s arms felt huge around me, crushing me, his stubble rubbed painfully against the side of my face. I lay there in what felt like shock. Nothing. I felt nothing. It was so much different then when I was in Mark’s arms.
Half an hour later I slipped away from him replacing my spot in his arms with a pillow. Roger was a very attractive man. Before we started dating I would see him at the strip shows, I thought he was incredibly hot. He’s hot and a musician. Why wouldn’t I want to go out with him? I’ve always done that, gone for the hot guys, bad guys. Staring at the sleeping man before me I realized that I was never truly happy with him, with Roger it was about the sex. It was very hard to admit but it was the truth. I never established a friendship with him that was my biggest mistake. A part of me wondered if it had been the same way with April but with Mark it was different. We had a friendship. I don’t think I had ever been friends with a guy before dating him which was probably why I ended up with guys like Benny. I felt safe with Mark, that’s something I never felt with even my own father. It meant a lot.
As I walked out into the icy February air my mind swam with memories of the night before, the way Mark kissed me and lowered me to the bed nervously. The way he looked into my eyes as he entered me, the way he held my hands and how they tightened when he had me, the look on his face when he came then the red in his cheeks when I came. It was amazing.
I smiled. Angel and Collins’ place was just a few blocks from my building. Lucky for them their building didn’t have a landlord to hound them about money and the rent. The only bad part about that was they didn’t have heat ever but Angel always found a way to make things work. Collins managed to get another job teaching and Angel used her money from playing drums for batteries and firewood. I don’t think she killed many more dogs so it was back to drumming.
I knocked on the door to her room and when there was no answer I spoke up,“It's me...”
“Hmn?” Angel’s voice, “Come on in ”
I opened the door to see Angel stuffing some paper scraps into the trash can that served as their heat source. Behind her was an old beat up mattress pushed against the wall with a rainbow embroidered blanket over it. Angel had a talent for taking something plain and making it beautiful. Next to it was a small stove that didn’t work, a mini fridge that probably didn’t work either. On the counter was a several small battery operated appliances for just about anything they would need. I smiled at her and warmed myself against the fire, “Oh god, Angel I have something to tell you.” I began feeling my excitement building.
Her eyes sparkled into mine curiously, “What is it, honey?”
I opened my mouth to speak then stopped, “Is Collins here?” I realized how stupid that sounded since he obviously wasn’t home, “I mean is he coming back anytime soon?”
She shook her head, “No, he went to go talk to Maureen and Joanne; they're having a little tussel and couldn't get in touch with Mark. Why, what's wrong?”
Thank God. I thought, I always hated how Maureen dragged him into all her shit. If I didn’t do anything wrong he should still be up in the loft in bed too tired to move. “Lucky him.” I said, feeling sorry for Collins. “Nothing's wrong. Well I mean there is I just...blahhh.” I can’t believe I was babbling like a little schoolgirl. I opened my mouth suddenly and just blurted it out. “I had sex with Mark ” As soon as I said it I regretted it. Angel just stared at me for a long time. She’s my best friend she’s supposed to at least say something....not make me feel weird.
“OH MY GOD YOU HAD SEX WITH MARK ?” She exclaimed and wrapped her arms a round me in a big hug, not exactly the reaction I was expecting after such a long pause, “Oh my GOD, Mimi-chica How did this happen?”
I smiled widely both relieved and a little confused, “Whoa I didn't expect that reaction....we just....well I got into this huge fight with Roger and...” I stopped that’s not really the way it was, “But I mean you know how I feel about Mark...it's not like I-”
Angel covered my mouth with her hand a huge smile on her lips, “No, no, no. Honey, that's great ” She lowered her voice to sneaky whisper and let go of my mouth, “Roger didn't catch you, did he?”
“N-no. He was just really drunk when I came back downstairs.”
She pranced over to the bed and patted, “Come sit down,” I joined her on the lumpy mattress, “Tell me what happened,” she said.
“Well. Roger left and Mark was coming down the stairs.” I felt the heat coming to my face again, I’ve never had a problem telling Angel about these things before, “We went into his room and....well you know.”
Angel laughed, “Yeah, yeah, I know.” A small buzzer went off, “Want some tea, hon? I was just making some.”
“Please.” I watched her get up to pour some tea for both of us in two Styrofoam cups. “It's never been like that before.” I blushed, “I've never felt that way with anyone.”
“Well, have you ever considered that you might actually love-love Mark?”
I nodded, “After last night I wanted to tell, Roger. I wanted to tell him the truth but when I came back...” I shivered at the thought, “I'm scared, Angel.”
“Mimi-chica. Don't be scared. If you want, I can come with you.”
I really didn’t want to get Angel dragged into this mess, “I don't know. What should I do? I think it kinda serves him right for accusing me of cheating with Benny.” What? That’s not me I’m not mean like that, I thought. “That's wrong. He doesn't deserve that. ugh.”
Angel smiled, “Well, I know one thing, and that is you shouldn't deny what you love. And you should tell Roger as soon as possible. Because...sweetie, the longer you keep this from him, the angrier he will be when you tell him.
I chewed on my lower lip, she was right. “What if he does something stupid? We had this huge fight about April and then he found out I started using again. Angel, he almost hit me He was drunk off his ass his morning...”
She made a face, bringing the tea over she sat on the bed next to me, “Well, Roger's sensitive like that. Maybe I should come? I just...I don't want to see anything get out of control, y'know?”
“It already is.”
“..More than it already is. Because once you tell him, this could be worse. Especially since you slept with Mark,” She said handed me the tea.
I thanked her, took a sip and it tasted horrible. “Does this have alcohol in it?”
Angel giggled and shook her head, “I think Collins would have drank it already if it did. We can always put some in.” She grabbed a half empty bottle of gin from under one of the pillows. Gee I wonder why that was there, I thought with a smile. “Might not taste good, but it's alcohol all the same, right?”
I nodded and held my cup up for her to pour it in, “I don't care. Tea and gin probably taste horrible but it's not the worst thing I've mixed. Thank you.” I sipped it. Gross.
She drank her own and made a disgusted face, “Well, it's still hot. So, when are you going to tell Roger?”
“I don't know. I choked down the rest of the drink and set the cup on the floor making a mental note to clean it up later, “I really don't want to. Can we talk about something else?”
“What do you want to talk about, honey?”
I smiled, “When you're with Collins do you get that feeling that everything's perfect? Like you're the most beautiful person in the world?”
“Mimi-chica, I get that feeling even when I'm not around him. I can't help it.” She grinned.
I rolled my eyes, “Thanks for ruining my moment. Well anyway I get that feeling with Mark. I've never ever felt that with a guy or a girl.” It happened once or twice.
“Well, then, maybe Mark's the guy for you. Because if you get that feeling, then...well, that's love." She smiled, "And I'm glad you finally found it, honey. Because you deserve it.
“Will you go with me to tell Roger? I really can't do this on my own.”
Angel grabbed my hand and squeezed it, “Of course I will. You know I will. I'm always here for you, chica.”
That Night
Mark’s POV
Mimi Marquez. God. She was something else. Twice last night and once this morning. My body still ached, but in a good way. It was nothing like that with Maureen, I shuddered at the thought of even comparing the two women. It’s like trying to compare fire and ice, Maureen Johnson being the ice.
A knock on the door tore me from cleaning my cameras. I felt all the color leave my face. What if it’s Roger? Another knock. Oh god. I’m dead.
“Marky, open the door it’s me and your sex kitten!” Angel whispered rather loudly through the closed door.
I let out a long breath and opened the door, Angel was smiling a very strange smile. I looked at Mimi after they were inside, “You told her?” I felt my cheeks burning.
Mimi nodded, “She’s my best friend I had to tell her, that’s not a problem is it?”
I shook my head, “So what are you guys doing here?”
Angel sat on the couch, clunking around the room in her shiny black heels, Mimi held my hand, “Collins is downstairs explaining to Roger where I was last night,” Mimi said.
“WHAT!?” They couldn’t have. They wouldn’t! Roger would kill me!
“That she was staying the night with me because she needed someone to talk to.”
I looked at Angel, “W-what?”
“We’re going to lie. Well Collins is lying for us. Mimi and I are going to tell him together that she wants to break up.”
Mimi squeezed my hand, “I want to be with you, Mark.” The look in her eyes made my heart melt. I kissed her softly on the lips.
“I want to be with you too,” I said putting my arm around her waist, pulling her closer I kissed her again. Her mouth was hot, as hot as mine was waiting for her all day I needed her I needed this, this intensity and for a brief moment we were the only ones in the room.
Angel clapped her hands together, “ Aww! You two are so cute!”
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