Warnings: a few cuss words, awkward situations between girls
I do not own RENT.
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Save The Waleso
Joanne wasn't exactly sure why she was here with her best friend going to some stupid protest that really had nothing to do with either of them, instead of at home writing that six page essay due in English on Monday.
…Oh yeah. She was in love with her. That was it.
Not that Maureen is ever going to notice, she thought wryly. Well anyways, back to the task at hand.
"Maureen, remind me again why we're going to a Save The Whales protest?" Joanne sighed.
"Because, Joanne," Maureen waved her arms dramatically, "There are people who do horrible things to these poor innocent creatures! We have to do something to help them!"
"We live in Scarsdale. There are no whales around for miles, how do you know what's being done to them?"
The diva sniffed. "I read it on the Internet."
"Because everything we read on the Internet is real and true fact," Joanne grumbled, but decided against saying anything further. She never won these fights.
Maureen removed her jacket and Joanne froze. There on her t-shirt was…
"Maureen do you realize you've misspelled whales on your shirt?"
"Really?" she asked, holding out her shirt to look at it.
Joanne nodded, her eyes wide. "You forgot the 'h'. The way you have it spelled, W-A-L-E-S, means we're saving a province of the United Kingdom."
"Oh, oops. Oh well." Maureen continued walking.
Joanne twitched.
She knew there was a Sharpie in her purse, as she always carried one for emergencies. And this was an emergency. If she had to be at this protest, she would not let her best friend slash secret crush be walking around next to her with the word 'whales' misspelled on the front of her chest. No way in hell.
And with that thought in mind, she reached into her purse, pulled out the Sharpie, and lunged.
After what happened to be an interesting scuffle, Joanne ended up sitting on Maureen's stomach, pinning the diva's arms with her knees. Carefully she put her fingers on either side of the word whales and carefully wrote an 'h' with the marker where it should have been. When she was satisfied, she leaned back and admired her work.
…And then noticed the extremely awkward position they were in.
She was sitting on her secret crush's stomach, pinning her arms, and she had practically groped her only seconds before.
Heh. Oops?
The two girls stared at each other for several moments, until finally Maureen regained the ability to talk.
"Er, Joanne? What the hell was that?"
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Words: 426
This was written for speedrent challenge #131.
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Dymond