A/N: Are we updating too much?
Me and My Guitar
Chapter 6: Maureen
"Roger! I'm home!" Mark said.
Roger groaned. "Hi, Mark…" he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"How are you?"
"Same as I was a month ago, Mark. Lousy."
"Do you need a hug?"
"Please no."
"Fine. Twinkie?"
Roger looked at him for a few moments, then he burst into tears.
"Uh… sorry, Roge." He paused, then looked behind him at the girl who was standing in the doorway. "Hey, Mo!"
In walked a tall woman with dark curly hair and a huge smile (and ass). "Hi Marky!"
"Roger, this is Maureen," said Mark as Roger snorted, "Who the hell is she?"
"OH MY GOD! I know you! You're… you're shivering…."
"No big deal. They just turned on the AC too high."
"Are you smart-mouthing me! You remind me of this kid at Rydell. People called him Rump."
"That's me…" Roger said.
"What the hell is Rydell?" Mark asked.
"It's my high school!" Maureen and Roger said at the same time.
"You?" asked Roger.
"Me," replied Maureen. "You?"
Roger turned to his guitar. "Mimi? Do you know what she's talking about?"
"Um, Roger, you're talking to your guitar again," said Mark.
"He's done this before?" Maureen gasped.
"According to Mark, yes."
"Um….. why?"
"Because, well…"
"Let's have some punch. Roger, do you wanna get me some punch?"
"What's the matter? You… crippled…?" He started sobbing again.
"Uh, Marky, can I talk to you alone?" Maureen asked.
"Sure," said Mark.
"Mark, your friend has issues," said Maureen bluntly.
"I am aware of it."
"Well, what the hell happened to him since Rydell?"
"Would you please shut up about Rydell?"
"No. Anyway, what the hell did happen to him since Ry- high school!"
"Uh… well… his girlfriend kinda died last month?"
"JAN!"
"No. April."
"Isn't it January?
"No, it's April."
"Are you-"
"NO! IT'S APRIL, DAMMIT!"
"Try checking a calendar."
"See, it is April. No, wait. It's May. We're both wrong."
"Her name was April," Roger yelled from the other room.
"SORRY 'BOUT YOUR FRIEND!" yelled Maureen.
"Well, I think they were more than just friends. After she did have a baby…" Mark added.
"A baby!" squealed Maureen. "Where!"
"He died, too."
"Man, Roger's life sucks."
The telephone rang. Maureen ran and picked it up. "Hello!"
"Um, who are you? This is Roger's place, right?" said a perky voice.
"Yeah, hold on." Maureen covered the phone with her hand. "ROGER!"
Roger got up and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Roger, it's Sandy. Danny and I are getting married!"
"Um, Sandy now is not the time…"
"But you've already got a new girlfriend…"
"No, that's just Maureen."
"Man, you know her name and everything. Of course she's not your girlfriend."
"No, she's with Mark."
"OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND TOO! You know his name, too. You're more like Sonny than I thought."
"Just shut up, Sandy. I'll be there."
"Be where? I never said you had to be anywhere! How did you know about the wedding? Are you psychic?"
"No, that's Patty. And, it's kinda obvious…"
"OK! Make sure to have a passport."
"Why…?"
"We live in Australia, silly!"
"You could've said that earlier. Whatever. Bye."
"Roger, what's taking so long to get punch?"