Waterloo, Couldn't Escape if I wanted to

[Roger Matthews]

They water dripped from his hands, down his arms. Chills went through his body as the cool hair met his wet skin. He could feel his fingers pruning from the water. The whole kitchen smelled bad, and the stench was starting to get to Roger. He felt as if he'd been in the kitchen, washing dishes, forever. If it wasn't for his boss, he wouldn't be here.

Basically, Roger asked for extra hours so that he could earn more money. Roger didn't know extra hours for his boss meant working in the smelly kitchen, washing dirty dishes. But Roger tried not to complain; money was money.

He scrunched his nose as the dishes started to pile higher and higher. Roger was starting to get frustrated. It seemed like the dishes kept on coming, and at this rate he would never be done. His boss wouldn't let him out until all the dishes were done. That seemed like an unreachable task.

The once clean, clear water was now darkened and dirty. How was he going to clean dishes with this? Roger knew he needed to change the water, but he didn't know how. This was his first time working back here. But how hard could changing the water be? All he needed to do was get rid of the gross water and refill the bucket with fresh water. That sounded easy enough, but the one thing Roger couldn't figure out was where to put the gross water. Glancing around, Roger noticed the back door. He could just dump the water outside, right? That sounded right to him.

He pulled the bucket off the counter and started to haul it to the door. It was a lot heavier than it looked. His muscles strained under the weight as he dragged it to the door. The water started to splash off the sides of the bucket, but Roger didn't notice. After what seemed like hours, Roger finally got the bucket to the door. Opening the door, Roger tipped the bucket and let the water pour out. Breathing a sigh of relief, Roger made his way back to his post with a now empty bucket.

WACK! Roger's foot slipped on some dripped water and his feet were puled out from under him. A groan of pain escaped his lips as he landed on his back and banged his head on the tile flooring. "Roger! Boy, whats going on?!?" Roger's boss had obviously heard either Roger or the bucket landing on the floor. "I got it, I got it..." Roger groaned. If only he had help...

[Mimi]

Boredom was a curse, it needed to die. It just needed to crawl up into a hole and die, nobody liked it and it was stupid. Who liked being bored? Yes, Mimi was bored. She didn't have rehearsals, she didn't have to sell, and she already rehearsed her pieces for the millionth time that day. Sure, that was exaggerating but she was getting the point across that she was very bored.

What to do with such a horrible feeling? Hm, Star was always busy, she hardly ever talked to her. Her other friends would be out selling. Roger was working, and was probably busy. She knew he would still talk to her about something during his break, and she could always help him.

Roger it is.

She rolled up the sleeves of her loose fitting white shirt, and picked up her burgundy skirt. Ever since she began performing again, she wore skirts more. Besides, it was proper. Over the past few months Mimi has grown up a lot. Like before she acted older than her age, but she looked like the seventeen year old girl that she was. People even mistaken her for being fourteen, she actually thought she looked a lot older than her age.

It had been raining today, making the air a bit damp and chilly. she rolled her sleeves back down, and hugged her arms to herself. The walk to Johnson's from the Lodging House was a very familiar road. Roger even joked she knew the route better than him. It was probably true.

Mimi walked through the door of Johnson's, making the annoying bell ring. She glared daggers at the stupid thing. It could die along with boredom. She looked around, trying to find Roger. Most likely, he was in the kitchen. She snuck behind the counter into the kitchen where he worked at. "Roger?" She called out. "I got bored, and I decided to come here."

"I got it, I got it..."

She looked over and saw Roger sprawled out onto the tile floor. She rushed over, and tried to help him up. "Are you okay?" She asked. She picked up the bucket and handed it to him. "Do you need any help?" She asked.

[Roger Matthews]

"Are you okay? Do you need any help?"

Roger groaned and shut his eyes tight. He must have hit his head hard. Why else would he hear the lovely voice of Mimi? Wait, Mimi?!?! Roger shot up and then fell back down, groaning. Okay, note to self, go slower next time! Roger sighed and slowly pushed himself up, careful not to slip once more on the water. When he was sitting up straight and his heading wasn't spinning, Roger smiled at Mimi. It had been a long time since they had seen each other. Like... two days!

"Hey, Mimi." He smiled, hoping to make her smile. He loved it when she smiled. In answer to her question, Roger shook his head and said, "No, I think I can do it.." He pushed himself up off the ground, only before falling down again. "Hmph.... Maybe I do need your help," he said meekly from the ground. He probably looked silly, lying on the ground, groaning in pain. He was glad that it was Mimi that walked in on him. Anyone else and he might feel really embarrassed.

(I am sorry that is short. I could kick myself right now for that post...)