A History revisited
Disclaimer & notes- I don't own rent or any of its characters of songs. They belong to Mr.Larson whose lyrics are very cool. This story is quite mature so consider this your only warning children!
This is a Mark and Maureen story because I said so!
One
Three years sounded like such a long time, but it went so quickly. It could feel as though nothing has been accomplished and yet so much can happen.
Mark Cohen had been writing for three years, after a successful stint with his movie he now lived happily on that money in a comfy loft in New York that he'd shared with his best friend.
Writing his book.
What the book was about even Mark didn't know, still eight hundred pages and none of it any good to him. He lacked inspiration. No one whispering in his ear. No pretty girls to fuck his brains out then leave him for more exciting men or woman. He sighed and rubbed his nose where his glasses sat.
He needed a break.
It was snowing outside and he thought of Roger in hospital. He really should visit but he'd been going less and less. Last he was there his friend wasn't doing well and the doctors hadn't given him long.
You're a bad friend, a voice in his head muttered. But Roger had understood and hadn't called him on it. How long ago was it since they'd lost Mimi? Not long. Angel? A little longer.
Collins had been visiting from time to time and Roger said Maureen had been by last week, alone apparently since she broke up with Joanne again who was now out of the picture for good. Again. Mark was long passed worrying. Yes he was.
And he really did hope he was strong enough not to take her back should she call on him. He knew she would, for something.
Not too long ago he'd gotten an odd phone call from her. She was hysterical on the other end and mumbled something about needing to be back in New York.
And wanting to see him.
The doorbell rang and he stretched and got up.
Maureen Johnson was standing on the other side her mascara running down her red face, she was dressed in tight jeans and a little black top and her knee high black boots. He couldn't help but think how she always looked good to him.
'Mo?' He asked softly reached one arm out which she took like it was her life support.
'I've just come from the hospital.' A silent chill went through his body.
He wasn't dead. The nurses said they would call him, unless Maureen wanted to give him the news herself.
'He's not…'
Maureen shook her head. 'No but just seeing him like that…' Fresh tears dropped.
Mark was suddenly angry. 'What are you doing here Maureen?'
She sniffed. 'I'm back in New York, thought we could catch up.' She said in a small voice. 'I'd like to see Collins too. The four of us together like old times.'
Mark frowned at her. 'Ok that's fine, call me sometime and we will have lunch and meet Collins, see Roger, what ever.' He went to close the door but Maureen stepped forward.
'Why are you being like that?' She asked him her voice raised to a nervous pitch.
'What do you want from me, Maureen?' He asked in a tired voice and Maureen decided to quit the act.
It didn't seem to be working.
'I need somewhere to stay.' Seeing Mark's look she added. 'Just for a week till I find my own place, please Mark you wont even know I'm here!' She grabbed his arm and squeezed gently.
He doubted that, you couldn't not notice when Maureen was around.
'Don't you have parents or something?'
Maureen sighed. 'They are giving me money but honestly I don't want to stay with them. And do the words hating dear old mum and dad mean anything to you?'
'They are just looking out for you.' Mark said quietly, he liked her parents.
They got on.
Maureen cringed a little. 'They are asking about Grandchildren.' She gave a dramatic shudder.
Mark gave a loud laugh and another till he was laughing so hard tears formed. Maureen was smiling but was looking at him like he was a little crazy.
'Ok Mo you can stay in Rogers's room.' Mark said eventually and she raced in and gave him a big hug and what the hell, he hugged her back.
She smelt great as always and he loved to have his hands in her hair.
It was awhile before he let her go.
They had drinks on the couch and two pizzas because they couldn't agree on the same topping.
Maureen did most of the talking about what happened with Joanne; apparently they'd just fallen out of love and that no one cheated.
He wanted to believe her.
She talked about living in Santa Fe was like, she'd enjoyed it for awhile if only to be away from New York but not being with Joanne had made the place lonely.
Maureen now hoped her career might finally take off she'd been auditioning like a mad women and had some thumbs up signals from her agent.
He liked listening to her; he liked having her close even though he knew it was dangerous. He could fall for her so quickly it wasn't funny.
Maureen always had this air of being harmless, just a bit of fun, but it still stung and it was pathetic.
She got drunk and crawled up to snuggle with him, she kissed him and he tried to only accept it rather than kiss her back. They were nice kisses; slow and he could really taste her and she moaned a little then fell asleep on top of him.
The phone rang and luckily he could reach it from where he was.
'Hey mate.'
'Roger hey, I was going to see you today but…'
'Got busy?'
'Yeah, I'm sorry.' He really was too. The guilt was overwhelming but Roger played it cool.
'It's Ok you'll get here when you can. Have to warn you though. Hurricane Mo is here.' He said it dryly but still in an affectionate way, it was hard to stay mad at Maureen.
'No shit. The hurricane is asleep on top of me.'
'Oh Mark you didn't?'
'No we didn't she's just drunk and staying in your room, is that OK?'
'It's fine mate but don't let her hurt you.'
'It's Ok I'm over her.'
'Liar…Ok ok…sorry Mark I gotta go and take my pills and rest, come by soon ok?'
'Yeah I will. Bye.' He hung up and looked at her, she had cleaned all her make up off and was wearing her bright orange pyjamas so he just put his arms around her, brought her close to him and drifted off.
Please review!
I am not 100 sure where the story is going to end but I've already written a heap so I gotta keep going, as the story progresses I would love to take ideas!
Regards witchcastle