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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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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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