The Tango Maureen
By Cailin Humphrys
Chapter 1- Why Do We Love When She's Mean?
Everyone thinks they've got me so pinned down. They all think they know exactly what I am, what makes me tick, why I do what I do. They're all usually wrong. It's always the same judgement too, Maureen, the unfaithful Maureen, the slut. Maureen, the overactive drama queen. It's all behind my back to. No one can bother to tell me exactly what they think of me to my face. It's really funny though, because they don't think I can read them. I can read Mark's forlorn expression saying how much he misses me, but isn't man enough to get over it. I can tell Roger thinks I'm a grade A bitch and a first class slut. I can see the look in Collins' eyes when I get what he thinks is a "crazy idea"-he doesn't take me seriously. Then again, none of them do. Even Joanne, who's supposed to love me, can be anal, critical, and uncompassionate. It's a good thing I know they love me, all of them. Even Roger has a soft spot for my craziness and spontaneity. But I know I have my faults, especially seeing as I'm constantly reminded of them. I know I can be selfish, bitchy, snotty, slutty, whatever. I didn't always used to be this way. Before I met Mark, I was a fairly decent person. I didn't play people, I was faithful, and I was every guy's dream. So how did I turn into a player, a bitch, a slut, and a total nightmare? I'd have to take you back to the year before I met Mark.
(A/N: I know it's a little short, but this is more like a prelude to the story. I will try to update this as much as I can, but hopefully this story will be worth waiting for!)
Chapter 1- Why Do We Love When She's Mean?
Everyone thinks they've got me so pinned down. They all think they know exactly what I am, what makes me tick, why I do what I do. They're all usually wrong. It's always the same judgement too, Maureen, the unfaithful Maureen, the slut. Maureen, the overactive drama queen. It's all behind my back to. No one can bother to tell me exactly what they think of me to my face. It's really funny though, because they don't think I can read them. I can read Mark's forlorn expression saying how much he misses me, but isn't man enough to get over it. I can tell Roger thinks I'm a grade A bitch and a first class slut. I can see the look in Collins' eyes when I get what he thinks is a "crazy idea"-he doesn't take me seriously. Then again, none of them do. Even Joanne, who's supposed to love me, can be anal, critical, and uncompassionate. It's a good thing I know they love me, all of them. Even Roger has a soft spot for my craziness and spontaneity. But I know I have my faults, especially seeing as I'm constantly reminded of them. I know I can be selfish, bitchy, snotty, slutty, whatever. I didn't always used to be this way. Before I met Mark, I was a fairly decent person. I didn't play people, I was faithful, and I was every guy's dream. So how did I turn into a player, a bitch, a slut, and a total nightmare? I'd have to take you back to the year before I met Mark.
(A/N: I know it's a little short, but this is more like a prelude to the story. I will try to update this as much as I can, but hopefully this story will be worth waiting for!)