Mark Cohen is addicted to unhealthy relationships (mydocumentary) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-08-26 02:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | mark cohen, maureen johnson |
Who: Mark and Maureen
What: Attempting to talk sense into the ex
When: NOW! Evening time. Cause Mark works hard for a living, ok??
Where: Maureen's apartment
Rating: These two? Rated F for the F-bomb
Status: Incomplete
Mark was keeping himself fairly busy. Despite the visit from Famine turning Roger into the person he'd been a year before, they were acting fairly normal. And Mark wasn't having to practically force feed him his meds or beg him to take care of himself, so he'd done the unthinkable. He'd gone and gotten a life. He had a job he actually kind of enjoyed, considering. There was the Glee club, which was technically Roger's thing but if Mark weren't there, he was pretty sure one of the kids would kill Roger or vice versa. And he'd made friends. Well, Faith was a little more complicated than a 'friend', but there were others. And it was kind of awesome.
But it didn't stop him from worrying. Because worrying was what Mark did best. He worried about Roger and how he dealt with...well, everything. He worried about Kurt and that hamhock of a football player landing in Lawrence. He worried about Brittany and her massive levels of innocence when it came to most things. Now he had to worry about Collins and how he was going to handle Angel being around. And yet, still, despite all that? He was worried about Maureen.
Oh, he knew what Roger would say. Mark was running back to her, as he always did. But that wasn't the case. Not anymore. It had taken time, but Mark could finally say he was free of Maureen's spell. That didn't stop him from caring about her, though. And the woman he'd picked up at the club wasn't the one he knew. She'd always liked to have fun, sure. A few drinks were fine, but that wasn't what made Maureen enjoy herself. The diva made her own fun, she'd never needed alcohol or sex to do it for her. And that wasn't the person he was seeing lately.
So when he finally had a few free minutes, he took the elevator up to the highest floor the Complex had. Which was, literally, as far from him as she could get. It was almost like he'd planned it in an effort to not be near her, but he knew that wasn't the case. Though he wouldn't swear it hadn't been Roger's intention.
She wouldn't talk to him on the internet? Fine. But unless she slammed the door in his face (which she might, actually), she'd have to talk to him face to face. No, he didn't intend on lecturing her. He just desperately wanted to help.