Mark's Scarf

Summary: Why does Mark always where his scarf? This is the question that this fan fiction will answer.

"MARK!" Maureen yelled.

"Yeah Maureen?" I called.

"There's a package here for you," she told me.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I ran into the kitchen area, hoping it wasn't one of her practical jokes. Last time she almost got a picture of me in my ducky boxers. Luckily for me, there was a package instead of her with a camera.

"Here you go. Now I was thinking of going to the Life Café and…" she continued to talk but I wasn't listening anymore. The return name on the package was my old crush.. Although her parents never knew that I liked her or they would have forbidden her to see me. That crush was none other than Nanette Himmelfarb.

"Who's it from Marky?" Maureen asked.

"1, don't call me Marky PLEASE, and 2 it's from Nanette," I answered.

"Nanette? As in Nanette Himmelfarb? The one you took tango lessons from?" she asked.

"How many other Nanette's do we know Maureen?" I asked.

"Good point. Umm…so, see what she sent you," Maureen said with a false smile. She never like Nanette.

"Alright. Um…Oh sweet! Look at this scarf!" I exclaimed.

"Oh. That's uh…not very good looking," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's so bland. I don't like it. And besides, stripes are so out of fashion," she informed me.

"Really?" I asked skeptically.

"Really really," she answered.

"Well, if you don't like it then I guess I won't wear it," I relented.

"Thanks Marky, you're fabulous," she said, kissing my cheek and walking out the door.

"Don't call me Marky!" I yelled after her.


"Mark? Mark it's Maureen. I'm at the Life Café right now with someone named Joanne Jefferson. She's really sweet and she's a genius and…well Marky what I'm trying to say is that…I don't think this is going to work. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was fun while it lasted but us, this, isn't working for me anymore. Call me okay? Bye."


"Yeah Roger?"

"I think you better come and listen to this!"

"Where is it, where is it?" I muttered.

"Where's what?" Roger asked me.

"My scarf."

"You mean that red one that Maureen got you last Christmas? It's on the table," he answered.

"No, not that one. The blue and white striped one. The one that Nanette Himmelfarb gave me," I said.

"Oh that one. I think Maureen hid it under the couch," he said.

I ran to the couch and looked under it. "Roger, you know those guitar strings you were looking for?"

"What guitar strings?"

"The ones you were looking for four years ago? I found them. And…oh nasty, get me a napkin. I found the sandwich Collins was looking for before he left," I called.

"That's gross."

"Here it is!" I pulled the scarf out.

"Why do you want to wear it?" Roger asked.

"Because Maureen hates it," I stated simply.

"Mark? Hey Mark! How ya'… what's that?" Maureen asked me.

"It's a scarf," I said, smiling inwardly.

"Is that the scarf that Nanette gave you?"

"Yes, why?" I asked.

"I don't like it," she stated. "Don't wear it."

"But we broke up remember? I like it," I said snidely.

"But…FINE. Do what you want. I've got to go!" she said, turning on her heel.

I smiled to myself. Mission accomplished.