Author's Note: So, I'm on a Mark/Maureen kick and I'm severely bored; therefore, I've decided to write this. It's basically how I think the infamous Marky Scarfy came to be. Read and review please! Even if you hated it!

Disclaimer: If I owned RENT, I would totally own my own Marky Scarfy ;)

"Hi, pookie", Maureen squealed, flopping onto their couch and kissing her boyfriend's cheek.

"Hi, Maureen", Mark greeted with a smile.

"It's not fair", she pouted.

"What's not fair?" Mark questioned in response.

"You don't have a pet name for me", Maureen complained.

"How about shmookums?" Maureen excitedly suggested.

"How about Maureen?" Mark sarcastically replied.

"Marky", she whined, "Cooperate here".

"No, I refuse to call you shmookums in public", he explained.

"C'mon, please, pookie" she pouted.

Mark decided it was safe to change the subject before he was forced to call her shmookums in public. God, Roger would mock him to no end.

"So, have you found any good places to do that protest against that restaurant down the street?" Mark inquired.

"Yes, actually", Maureen exclaimed, "I can use the empty lot next door".

"That's a good idea", Mark concurred.

Mark and Maureen, as well as their friends Roger, Benny, and April, had just moved to New York City the previous week. They were all sharing a loft in the East Village.

"So, I'm worried about Roger and April," Maureen admitted.

"What, why?" Mark asked.

"I think they're doing heroin", Maureen confessed.

"Eh, I doubt it", Mark stated.

"Fine, but I know I'm right", Maureen stated, "o0o0o0o! Marky! Guess what?"

"Please don't call me that", Mark requested.

"Okay. 0o0o0o! Pookie! Guess what?" Maureen interjected.

"What?" Mark probed.

"I have your birthday present!" she grinned, waving a bag in front of his face.

"That's sweet, Mo, but my birthday's not for a week", Mark reminded.

"I know. But I can't wait to give it to you! Open it now! Pleeeeeeease, Pookie" she begged, pouting her lips.

Mark couldn't refuse her when she pouted her lips.

"Okay," he finally agreed.

"Yay", Maureen squealed, clapping and jumping a little bit in her seat.

She handed him the royal blue bag and he reached in and pulled out a blue and white striped scarf.

"Mo, I love it", he sincerely stated, kissing his girlfriend.

"Really?" she excitedly squealed.

"Yes, it's amazing", he reassured.

"I knitted it myself", she proudly grinned.

"You knit?" he gawked in disbelief.

"Sure", she smirked, "what else are you supposed to do when your boyfriend goes to bed at nine like a little old man?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny", he dryly remarked.

"I know," she giggled, kissing him gently on the cheek, "Let me put it on you!"

"Okay," Mark agreed, smiling at his girlfriend as she excitedly wrapped the scarf around his neck.

"I love it", he assured her.

"I love it too! It looks so great on you", she excitedly proclaimed.

"It does. And I love you", he cheesily (A/N: Ha. I don't think that's a word, but whatever) stated.

"Aw, I love you too, Marky", she cooed.

"Don't call me that", Mark reminded.

"I don't understand why you hate it so much", Maureen pouted.

"It's annoying. It has a weird ring to it", Mark explained.

"B-B-But, it rhymes with scarfy", Maureen defended.

"Scarfy?" Mark repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You're Marky with the scarfy. It rhymes!" she excitedly shouted.

"Fine, you can call me Marky, but it doesn't mean I like it", Mark agreed.

"Yay," Maureen celebrated, "Marky Scarfy, Marky Scarfy, Marky Scarfy. Admit it. It has a nice ring to it".

"It has a nice ring to it", Mark admitted, kissing Maureen gently on the lips.


A/N: Yes, I am aware of the fact that that sucked, but I am very bored. Read and review? Please?