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Tweak says, "EAT THE MEAT"

Marcus (chefbelby) wrote in my_rpg,
@ 2009-11-29 20:58:00

Who? Marcus + Lisa
When? Sunday night
Where? Lisa+Marcus' place. Soon to just be Lisa's.
What? Marcus plans to move out after finding about Roger.
Rating? TBD

He spent the rest of the weekend avoiding Lisa after reading Roger's letter. It wasn't hard. She was practically out the whole time anyway. Probably with that dick, Roger. Ugh. The more he thought about them together, the more he fumed. He pictured Lisa with Roger. Out on a date. Him all over her. Them in bed together. Oh God. The anger rose out of him from his stomach as his fists became balls. Marcus resisted the urge to leave another hole in the wall; there were far too many from the night prior. He blinked hard to remove the image.

Marcus couldn't stay here. After scribbling a message to Tim in his journal, he grabbed his knapsack from his bedpost and ripped open a drawer. He haphazardly heaped piles of clothing right into the bag.

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existing
2009-11-30 06:40 am UTC (link)

How long had it been going on? Since that night at the club when Roger had nearly had his head beat in for her honor, really. They'd gotten to dancing and then he'd asked if he could kiss her. It was sweet. She wasn't sure how long ago that was, though. Marcus was gone. That she was sure about.

"You weren't here. You were gone. I didn't even know where you went. A few weeks ago. Maybe a month." She reached for the piece of parchment and flattened it out before reading it. She couldn't help the smile that crept across her face at Roger's words. He really was a good man. She was incredibly lucky. But then. She frowned. He'd sent it to Marcus before Lisa'd had the chance to break it to him. This wasn't good. "This is how you found out?" Now she felt bad.

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	chefbelby 2009-11-30 06:47 am UTC (link)
	"No shit," Marcus muttered. Marcus shifted his eyes to watch Lisa as she read the parchment. The smile on her face...she looked so happy. It melted his anger, a little bit. He sighed. "Were you planning on keeping it from me forever?" He shoved some old socks into his bag. Marcus almost preferred that he never knew. Now, it was all he was going to think about. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

existing
2009-11-30 06:53 am UTC (link)

"No! Not at all." Lisa leaned forward again, wishing he would stop packing. If he moved out, if the house was empty again, she didn't think she'd ever want to sleep at home. And she certainly couldn't sleep at Roger's every night. Not yet, anyways. They weren't that serious, as far as she knew. And it was an awkward thing to ask. "I wrote you that journal entry. Telling you we needed to talk. That was about this. And your haircut. But mostly this. I wanted you to know. But I know how much you hate Roger. I didn't think there was an appropriate time. And I didn't want to send it over owl post." Roger had done that for her, though. She sighed.

"I'm sorry. I wish you found out a better way. I didn't mean to upset you." And she really didn't. Marcus was her best friend. He was there for her through the good and the bad. He was quite possibly the only person who understood her the way she needed to be understood. But he didn't understand her love for Roger, and that was why she hadn't told him.

"Please don't move out?"

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chefbelby
2009-11-30 06:58 am UTC (link)

The last of the socks went into his expanding knapsack. Listening to Lisa's words carefully, he rubbed the sides of his neck. The hairs were growing back quickly.

Marcus sighed. He wasn't so angry anymore as he was exhausted. He wanted to sleep. Not here though. Not when Roger might have had a go with her someplace in the flat.

"I need a couple of days." Marcus looked at her with weary eyes, his bag in hand. He had been her friend through her good and her bad, but this issue was neither of those. This was more about him and his insecurities. He was being replaced. Or rather, she found someone else.

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existing
2009-11-30 07:09 am UTC (link)

Lisa sighed, defeated. She couldn't stop him. She knew it. He would do what he wanted, no matter what. She resisted the urge to cry, but couldn't help it when her eyes watered a little. She had hurt him, and she didn't even know why, exactly. She stood and turned away from him, fiddling with something on his dresser. She didn't want him to see her. She didn't want him to know how much it was getting to her.

"Fine. Who are you staying with?" She breathed through her words, saying them slowly to avoid the sound of her being on the edge of tears.

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chefbelby
2009-11-30 07:15 am UTC (link)

His eyes watched Lisa's face in the mirror in front of her. Oh God, he couldn't stand to watch. He knew that broken expression. It wasn't hard to misinterpret. And when she spoke breathy words, the heat pushed right up past the brim of his eyes.

Marcus covertly wiped away the tear as he picked up his journal, flipping through it. Tim hadn't responded yet.

"Tim's place," he said quietly. He could just wait outside his door if he wasn't there.

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existing
2009-11-30 07:19 am UTC (link)

Lisa nodded and blinked away her tears before turning and looking at Marcus. "Well. I can't stop you. So..." her voice trailed off. She didn't really know where she was going with it. So, have a nice life? That sounded too depressing, though that was exactly how she felt. It was confusing to her why he was acting so strangely. She knew he didn't like Roger, but shouldn't he be happy for her? Wasn't that what friends did? Was she completely out of line for dating the man she'd been in love with for months? She didn't think so, but apparently she was. According to Marcus, at least.

"Anyways, make sure you take your clothes out of that bag when you get there. Otherwise they'll be all wrinkle-y." He didn't need to look like more of a hooligan than he already did.

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chefbelby
2009-11-30 07:29 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Marcus muttered, almost smiling. He liked those reminders that she gave him. It made him feel like they were...well. They weren't. So it didn't matter.

Marcus walked into the bathroom to grab his toiletries. As he stuffed a toothbrush into one of the pockets, an all too recognizable dress shirt poking out of the laundry hamper caught the corner of his eye. Turning to inspect it, he realized it was Roger's. Was that lipstick on the collar? The anger came back far too easily.

"You're doing his fucking laundry, too?" Marcus shouted.

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existing
2009-11-30 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Lisa had no idea what he was talking about. She moved from his bedroom to the bathroom. Sure enough, there was a shirt sticking out of the hamper. Roger's shirt. She frowned, caught off guard. She couldn't come up with anything but the truth. "He probably left it here. Or I might have worn it home some night. I can't remember." She couldn't. She just knew it needed to be washed before returning it. It wasn't unheard of for a boyfriend's clothing to be at the girlfriend's house. Or vice versa. She'd probably left some clothes with him at some point.

"I'm not 'doing his laundry'. I'm just being nice and washing it for him. You don't buy the detergent anyways. You really can't complain." She was back to being spiteful now, if she was ever really spiteful before. He had no right to criticize her. He wasn't exactly truthful, either.

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	chefbelby 2009-11-30 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	Okay, he was definitely pissed off again. He had to get out of there. If he didn't, he might leave another hole in the wall. Crumpling the shirt, the left it on the bathroom floor. "Whore," Marcus muttered as he left the bathroom. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

existing
2009-12-01 12:52 am UTC (link)

Lisa raised both of her eyebrows. "How exactly am I a whore? Because I have sex with my boyfriend and do nice things for him? That's a far cry from being a whore, Marcus." She followed him. He wasn't getting away from her that easily. "You're such a hypocrite!" She poked him in the back, hard. "You're mad at me for not telling you something about my life, but you disappeared for two weeks and came home with a disastrous haircut and a sour attitude." She put her hands on her hips.

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chefbelby
2009-12-01 02:55 am UTC (link)

Just as he was about to apparate out of there, Marcus whipped around to face Lisa. She poked him! Hard! She had long nails, too! His face was red and his eyebrows were raised.

"Disas-" Marcus was flustered, tripping over his words. He didn't know where to begin. "At least I'm not the one starving myself to please somebody else! Don't think I don't notice; your arse doesn't hit the sides of the door as you walk past it anymore!"

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existing
2009-12-01 03:04 am UTC (link)

Lisa's mouth dropped. She hadn't been starving herself. She was just eating more healthy. "I'm not starving myself. I'm just not eating your shit creations. I'm eating healthy. Roger likes my weight. He thinks I'm beautiful no matter HOW big my arse is." She stomped her foot on the ground to drive her point home. It probably didn't do much besides make her look like a temper tantruming five year old.

"At least Roger appreciates me. I wash your clothes, I clean your room, I dust your furniture. And you act like an ungrateful little..." Lisa paused. "Prick!" She hardly ever cursed. It felt dirty coming off of her lips. She would have blushed but she was so angry.

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chefbelby
2009-12-01 03:25 am UTC (link)

He furrowed his eyebrows, recoiling in shock. "My shit creations? I taught you half the things you cook to his kid!" At that point, the wand in his hand let loose a couple of bright red sparks and left singes on the floor.

He looked at the marks on the floor before looking at her, his lips pursed. The anger was turning into something else entirely different, he wasn't sure what. Marcus just knew that he felt vulnerable and exposed enough to pour his heart out. He watched her as he carefully chose which words to say next.

"I was at my father's funeral for the last two weeks. I hardly heard a word from anybody during that time. Most importantly, I didn't hear anything from you. When I came back, I was hoping that you'd be there. But instead, I find out you've been gallivanting with Mr. Fatcat Lawyer," Marcus took a breath. His heart was beating quickly.

"I've always appreciated you, Lisa Turpin. More than you'll ever know. So don't you dare say that I don't when you clearly haven't got the slightest idea of what goes on with me."

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existing
2009-12-01 03:33 am UTC (link)

Lisa shook her head and crossed her arms. "I'm not talking about the macaroni and cheese, or the meatloaf. I'm talking about the fries with nacho cheese and jalapenos. Or the 'Let's put everything leftover from the last week into the deep fryer and see what comes out!'. Those. So don't tell me everything you've cooked for me over the years hasn't contributed to my fat arse or size fourteen pants, okay." She shook her head again and turned away from him. It wasn't until he mentioned his father's funeral that she turned back around.

"What?" Was he serious? She frowned. "Why didn't you tell me before you left? I could have gone with you." Was it possible that she was even more angry? Maybe she was sympathetic. Or...she was, until he took another stab at Roger. "I didn't know where you went. How could I say anything to you? You left your journal here, and I didn't know where to address the post. Don't blame this on me. I'm sorry about your father, but if you didn't feel like you could tell me, then maybe we're not as good friends as I thought we were."

She was hurt.

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	chefbelby 2009-12-01 03:42 am UTC (link)
	Marcus shook his head. "Nevermind. I don't want to talk about it anymore." He muttered. It was a rough two weeks. He turned around. Walking a couple of steps toward the threshold, he apparated out of the flat. He needed some time to cool off. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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