Days – 007

"Have you ever wondered?"

"Pardon?" I looked up from applying my makeup for the second time that day. Roger is simply incapable of understanding the disastrous effect his… um… "affections" have on a girl's make-up. The man in question was busy pacing crazily in front of my bed and, in fact, not noticing that I was redoing my make-up.

"About Mark. Where he does when he disappears like that. Sometimes, Meems, it's for days. He doesn't even take his camera sometimes. Do you think he's leading some kind of second life? Like he has a whole second group of friends? Like he has a whole other best friend? Do you think his other best friend can play guitar better than me?"

After staring at his crazy for several seconds, I finally rolled my eyes. "Rog, he has a new girlfriend."

"He has a what?"

"A new girlfriend," I repeated patiently. "He met her during one of those film courses he takes when he has the money. Her name is Julie and she has long curly red hair. Her apartment has heat all the time. Sometimes they just lie in her bed and talk until 4 am and she never tells him to go home." I grinned at Roger who had just sat down heavily on my bed. "Don't you ever listen to him when he talks?"

Men. And they think we're the lesser sex.

Author's Note: First: Nothing's mine, nor will be. No matter how hard I wish.

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