This is my first story published here, so you're gonna have to help me. Pointers always welcome- I'm feeling that a two way interaction between author and audience won't harm...

Just gonna put it out there I may not post regularly, so a prod on tumblr will help '41319callsthecaptain'.

Disclaimer : Characters are not mine unless stated at the start of chapter...Enough of me rambling now... Enjoy ;-P

The butterflies got worse.

How could Jane work with her best friend knowing how she felt about her?

Two days earlier, Maura had drunkenly admitted her love for Jane, but remembered nothing the next day, which was unusual for Maura.

"So, what are you going to do about her?" Maura looked at Jane.

"Hmm?" Jane snapped out of her trance, slightly disorientated. "About what?"

"Your mother," Maura answered.

Angela hadn't looked at Jane nor Maura in the eye since that night. Angela was bound to know, how couldn't she? I mean, she was the one that knew both of the girls best.

Jane huffed, "I don't know." She leant on the counter in Maura's kitchen, watching her endearing honey blonde hair. "This isn't like Ma. The longest she was able to go without talking to either me, Tommy or Frankie was about two hours, and only because she was in a different room to us."

"Have you tried just asking her?"

"Clearly you haven't ever met my mother."

"All I'm saying is: maybe you should be the one asking the questions..."

"That's ironic," Jane scoffed, "fine, I'll go talk to her."

Jane stood up and headed towards the door.

will this ever stop?