It was a normal Thursday night and everyone was just hanging around down at the Life Café, I could tell Maureen had had a little too much to drink to still be sober. I was trying to tell her a story about work that day. I could tell she was trying pretty hard to find something to say, but nothing would come to her mind, so she completely dropped the subject and decided to amuse herself.
"Oh my god, you guys! Did you ever notice how you only have a lap when you're sitting down! I mean, when you stand up, it's just legs! Where does the 'lap' go?"
I just shook my head, who else would ever have the need to discuss this? "Intelligent input, darling, why don't you just have another beer?"
She glares at me for ruining her fun, "Don't be such a bitch, Joanne!" Oh great, she's ready to make a scene. All of our friends are clearly embarrassed. I don't give a shit anymore. All Maureen and I are doing is fighting now.
I wonder if I should keep hanging on to the cracks in our relationship's foundations. I know I should let go, but I can't. I just love her. I know we shouldn't fight, it's not right. Every time we're fighting and I smile, I know I should let go, and I can't.
One time I saw Maureen flirting casually with a man outside of my office. I dragged her back in by her arm.
She stared at me, sighing, "You must eat an awful lot of lemons, because you are so bitter!"
"I'd rather be around your friends than you, Maureen; they act much classier than you."
Yes, it's childish to get into these fights. And honestly, I only do it because I love to see her so wound up, maybe it's wrong, but hot. Yes damn sexy.
I walked in one night to see a pasty-faced Maureen lying on the couch. She's gotten herself so wasted while I was gone. This isn't anything new. I don't want to look at her face because it's making me sick.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a gagging noise. I looked over to see her puking into a bag. Nice, Maureen, real nice. It just so happens to be the back with my new Doc Marten's in them. I only got them yesterday. I sighed angrily, now she's passed out on the couch. I cannot be bothered with this.
Before I slam the door to my apartment I purposely turn the heating off. Let her pretty little ass suffer without the heat that night. I'll find somewhere else to go.
Dear god, I hope I'm not stuck with Maureen if she's going to be like this everyday. Maybe I should just let go… no, I can't. I do love her.
There were other times though. Ones that made me realize how much she really meant to me.
I had been up all night working on a last minute case; I lived a disciplined life with certain deadlines for myself. This was completely everything wrong in the world.
"Joanne?" I heard a small squeak from behind me. That was un-Maureen like; she always had to be heard. Always.
I sighed and turned around, "What is it Maure-"
She had a huge grin on her face and set a tray of tea and cookies on my desk, "Thought you could use an all-nighter pick-me-up!" She poured some cheap tea into a little china cup. I took a sip.
"Ya like?" she prodded me.
I smiled and pulled her onto my lap, "I love." She gave me a tiny kiss on the cheek and wiggled her butt on me.
I laughed, so this is why I hold on to her.
Lol, I dunno, Joanne's not my fave. But the song Foundations by Kate Nash like completely fit them. I dunno. So yes, this entire story is based on Foundations. OH WELLS. :D
