Author: Erin (The Elfmaniac)
Rating: K+
Pairings: Maureen/Mark
Summary: She just looked him straight in the eye, with that defiance that he loved, jaw set and eyes ablaze.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or the characters.
Nor do I own the song: that goes to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.
Notes: Back, sort of, into RENT fic. Eh.
Special Thanks: To AC. This fic is for you.
I haven't talked to you a lot, lately, and I'm sorry for that.
"Maureen?"
He was always nervous about doing something like this. He wasn't an incredibly good liar, and the corners of his lips already curling upwards. Mark bit the inside of his cheek, arms laid across his chest, stance strong. Despite the fact he let Maureen boss him around, this was one of the few times he allowed himself to be confident.
He chose to ignore the fact he must have looked a little bit silly, with his blue, plaid shirt untucked, the ends fraying from wear and tear. Mark knew his jeans were worn, that his knees were visible through the thinning denim.
"Yes, pookie?"
Her shrill, almost grating voice cut through the stillness of the room.
Mark loved it. He hated to admit how much his chest ached when he thought of actually doing what he was about to say.
Maureen came bounding into the room, face alight, dark eyes glimmering. Her tank top sparkled in the light, from the glitter she had thrown on it. Claiming, of course, people needed to pay more attention to her.
Those leather pants should've done the trick, however, clinging to her thighs and her ass, both things that Mark wanted to grab later.
"Maureen. I think I need to break up with you."
He tried not to smile. Mark was bluffing-- he would never, ever break up with Maureen. He loved her. He was dependant upon her, needed her.
However, she seemed to take it very, very seriously.
Mark almost broke, though continued to stare at her, expression carefully blank. Sad, if anything.
She just looked him straight in the eye, with that defiance that he loved, jaw set and eyes ablaze.
"Is that all, Mark?" she asked. Maureen placed her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him, looking rather unimpressed with what he had said.
"Aren't you...upset?" he asked. Mark felt his stomach drop out, felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Markie. Big girls don't cry," she said with a smirk twisting up her features. Maureen turned on her heeled boots, making small 'click' noises as she exited.
He was stunned.
His eyes followed the sway of her hips, luring him to her.
Mark wondered if she really thought they were over.
However, with the call of, 'aren't you coming?', he doubted it.
"Yes, Maureen."
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