okay so another story! yay! i'm not sure how long this is going to be, but there will definitely be more to it! it's going to be set between the time joanne and maureen broke up at their engagement party, to october, which was when angel died. i'm not sure if angel is going to die, i looooove, her, but at the same time the funeral is such a sweet moment between joanne and maureen! i'll have to see! maybe i'll have someone else die! =D let me know your thoughts on that matter, btw. and now, read on!

CHAPTER 1

It had been two weeks since they had broken up. Two weeks since they had yelled at each other at their own engagement party, each one asking the other to 'Take me for what I am'. Obviously neither had been willing or able to do that, and they had called it quits that cold February day. Since then Maureen hadn't really felt like hanging around with the other bohemians as much as before. She had a protest about AIDS that she had cancelled. She had never gone to that audition for the off-Broadway play. After the fiasco at the party she'd gone back to the apartment she shared with Joanne, all the while praying Joanne wouldn't be there.

She wasn't. It made things much easier. In an hour she had packed her stuff, it wasn't much, most of the stuff in there belonged to Joanne, all she had was a few pictures and clothes. Then she had called Mark, who had looked kind of optimistic, (was he ever going to get over her?) and he had helped her take it all back to his place. Well, her place now too. Maureen was once again roommates with Mark, Roger, and Collins. Oh and lets not forget Angel, who had moved in with the boho's herself a few weeks ago.

Mark was being oddly nice and said since Collins and Angel had her old room, he'd take the couch and she could have his room. He couldn't share with Roger, because well, Mimi was in there all the time. Although Roger was thinking about moving downstairs into Mimi's place, in which case Mark would have a room again. Maureen had smiled and looked grateful-but really she hated it. Mark's room was small, cold, and full of all of his stupid junk. He had cleared out his drawers though, so she at least had a place to put her clothes, and everything else just stayed in a box.

She hadn't seen Joanne since the party. The gang had gone out several times to Life since then for dinner and Angel and Mimi had both told her Joanne had been there, and she had looked just as miserable as she did everyday. Maureen, in turn, had yelled that she didn't care anymore, she was so over Joanne.

Everyone knew it was a lie, but nobody said anything about it. Except Mark. One night after he had one drink too many he had asked her if they 'could make us work now'. Maureen had laughed and shook her head, but ever since then she had been thinking about it.

Why not? She had to try and move on sometime right? Besides, imagine how jealous Joanne would feel if she saw her with Mark. She would admit to herself that was the main reason she was thinking about it, to make Joanne jealous and try and get her back. Because she was too stubborn to try and talk to her and admit she missed her.

So why not do this with Mark? Besides the fact of course, that Mark only cared about his camera and never paid any fucking attention to her.

These were the thoughts the drama queen was pondering on as the door to the apartment slid open and Angel walked in with Mimi, both dressed in skirts and boots and declared that they were all going to go out to dinner like the old times.

"I don't wanna…." whined Maureen, pouting at her two friends.

Collins emerged from his bedroom, smoking a joint. "When are we leaving?" he asked.

"Now," answered Mimi, then called out, "Roger, get your ass out here! We're going to dinner!" she said the last part excitedly, it had been awhile since all of them had been together. Well, mainly it was Maureen missing. So her and Angel had decided they were going to snap her out of her depression.

"I have nothing to wear," Maureen lied, laying back on the couch as Mark came out of the bathroom, pulling on his scarf.

"Nonsense chica, get up," commanded Angel, dragging her off to her bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later the diva was back in the room in a pair of tight black leather pants and a white tank top, her hair as curly and messy as ever, and a leather jacket over her tank. On her feet were combat boots.

"Oh, good job Angel!" complimented Mimi, to which Collins said:

"She looks like she always does." Angel smacked him on the arm and Maureen grinned, then finally said. "Alright I'll go. But only if you come to the Kink Club with me tomorrow!" she asked Mimi.

"Sorry, I've got work," replied the dancer, grabbing Roger's hand. Maureen rolled her eyes and Mark quickly spoke up.

"I'll go with you."

Everyone gave him a funny look, especially Mimi and Angel, who were pulling for team Joanne and Maureen, and then were even more surprised when Maureen smiled and said okay.

"Weird," Mimi muttered under her breath as the six friends left the loft to meet up with the last member of their group.

Half an hour later they were all scrambling to get inside Life and out of the cold, Mimi and Maureen hugging themselves in an effort to warm up as Mark and Roger pushed their usual tables together and Angel assured the manager that they could pay tonight. Joanne hung back a little with Collins until the tables were together and they could all sit. Roger sat down with Mimi on his lap, Collins and Angel did the same, Joanne sat next to Collins and then Mark sat across from her. Maureen made her mind up in an instant.

She sat on Marks lap.

Mimi stared at her with an open mouth, looking around to make sure everyone had noticed.

"So what are we all getting?" asked Angel, trying to divert the attention.

Mark simply looked like his birthday had come early.

"Nothing with meatless balls!" shouted Roger and Mimi nodded in agreement. Maureen shrugged and said, "I'll have whatever Marky's getting," then gave him a big, overdramatic smile.

Hey if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

Joanne struggled for a moment to appear neutral and indifferent, and not like she wanted to drag Maureen off of Mark. She wasn't as good as Maureen at hiding her true feelings and emotions.

She gave her order and of course they also ordered wine and beer. And now they had to wait for dinner.

Roger and Mimi got right into passing the time and started making out.

Angel rolled her eyes while Maureen shouted, "Ew, get a room. We're about to eat here."

Roger looked up for a second just to say, "It wasn't gross when you were doing it."

Maureen gave him a glare, glancing quickly at Joanne to see her expression, but Joanne was talking with Angel now.

So she turned to Mark instead, trying to start a conversation about a possible protest she wanted to do.

"You know it'll be like the Cyber Land one, but I was thinking this time…"

She broke off when she realized Mark wasn't listening, he was holding up his camera and filming his friends.

Now she really remembered why she had left him.

"Oh my god Mark, why don't you just take that thing to bed and marry it!" she shrilled loudly, causing everyone to look at her. There, that was better, attention.

Mark looked confused. "I mean, we're going out now. Wouldn't you rather spend time with your own girlfriend!" asked Maureen overdramatically.

Okay so they weren't going out. Nobody had to know that, and it wasn't like Mark would contradict her.

"Sure," said Mark, looking slightly confused as he zoomed the camera up to Maureen's face.

Alright that was it, she had had it. She didn't care if he was filming her, it was just the fact he was filming period that was driving her nuts.

"Gimme that!" she said and snatched the camera out of his hands, climbing onto the table with it. Mark stood up quickly, getting kind of red.

"Give me back my camera Maureen." he demanded.

"No!" she smirked, pointing it down at him. "Let's see how you like to be filmed all fucking day." And with that she started walking backwards on the table.

"Maureen, I'm not kidding! Give me the camera before you hurt her. It."

"Her! It's a her! Did you give her a name too Marky? What is it?" taunted Maureen, taking several more steps back as Mark got up on the table too.

"Maureen, I'm not kidding!" he yelled, now really pissed off, and he lunged for her.

Until now all the other bohemians were enjoying the scene. Roger looked like he was having fun, sipping his beer as he watched. Angel and Collins were laughing and clapping. Mimi had her mouth open as her eyes went from Maureen to Mark and back. And Joanne was watching the exchange although her mind was on the words Maureen had said a few minutes before about her and Mark having gotten back together.

How could she have gotten back with him? she thought to herself, We've only been broken up two weeks…

A loud thump brought her back to her senses. Apparently when Mark had lunged Maureen had jumped back, thinking there were more tables than there actually was. So of course she had fallen off the table, her heels making her slip and the resulting scene:

She was laying on half a chair that had broken, her arm was bleeding and Mark's camera…

Well, lets just say while La Vie Boheme might not be dead, his camera sure was.

Maureen looked stunned for a few moments, after all, she had just landed on her head, but then she sat up as all the boho's got up and went to crowd her, Angel kneeling beside her and asking her if she was alright. Joanne wanted to be the one doing that, but she too had some stubborn in her, so she hung back a little, looking pretty concerned.

Mark, however, seemed to be in shock. "My…camera…" he whispered, picking up the largest piece of it.

"You killed it!" he yelled suddenly, looking at Maureen angrily.

"Don't you mean I killed her?" she said a bit shakily, frowning at the blood gushing from her arm and muttering "Gross." Apparently someone didn't know when to leave well enough alone.

Mark seemed to have snapped and lost his mind. He dropped the piece of his camera and jumped on Maureen.

"Get the hell off of me!" she shrieked and the two of them began to wrestle around on the ground as Mark tried to strangle her and she tried to kick him off. Mimi and Collins could only watch in shock. Roger laughed and that left Joanne and Angel to break things up.

Angel grabbed Mark and Joanne grabbed Maureen, both pulling them apart. "Let go of me, he was the one trying to kill me!" whined Maureen, freeing one hand and raising it to her stinging cheek.

"Oh my god. You scratched my face! I'm going to have a scar on my face now!" she whined in true diva fashion, her eyes filling with tears. "What the fuck Mark, it's just a camera!" she yelled at him, as Angel held Mark back still.

Mark, meanwhile, was gushing blood from his nose where Maureen had gotten a nice elbow to the face in.

"ALRIGHT THAT'S IT!" yelled Angel over everyone, and their attention turned to her. "You two are going to the hospital to get patched up. Joanne and I will take you," he said, eyeing Joanne, who tentatively nodded. "Good, no sense in ruining everyone's night." said Angel, and the four of them headed outside to get a cab, Angel and Joanne standing between Mark and Maureen. They got in, Mark in the front seat, Angel in the spot behind him in the back seat, Joanne beside Angel in the middle, and Maureen in the left by the window. Angel hadn't planned this seating accidentally either. She was still playing subtle matchmaker even while taking her bleeding friends to the hospital.

Maureen, meanwhile was staring at her reflection glumly in the window, and bleeding onto her jacket.

"Put your coat on chica, you're going to get sick!" said Angel when he noticed she was shivering because she had taken it off to lay her arm on.

"No way, my pants will get full of blood like my shirt," pouted Maureen. Mark rolled his eyes and asked the taxi driver if he could drive slower so Maureen could bleed to death.

"I'm going to be hideous with this scar," muttered Maureen mournfully.

Joanne, meanwhile, couldn't take it anymore. Hiding concern and whatnot was hard work when the person you loved was sitting right beside you. With a sigh she shrugged out of her coat and pulled it around Maureen. "Put this on honeybear, you're going to freeze." she told her as she smoothed her hair back, "And don't worry, the scratch won't scar," she said with an amused smile. She was used to the diva's episodes by now and she knew all she wanted was attention.

"But what if it does?" Maureen asked with a frown as several tears dripped out of her eyes.

"It won't," Joanne told her firmly. She wanted to put her arm around her, but hey, they were still broken up.

Maureen wanted to snuggle into Joanne, but there was no way she was making the first move.

Angel wanted to smack them both and tell them to get a move on already.

And Mark just really wanted to kill Maureen for breaking his camera.

A/N- OKAY SO THAT'S CHAPTER ONE! I'm really into the song that inspired this, which is 'Find Your Love' by Drake. Let me know what you think of it, I'm going to try and give all of the rent cast parts in it, but mainly cameo-ish parts, the story's focus is Maureen and Joanne after all ;D because I freakin' love the two of them! So give me some feedback! (:

-Ainslee (: