Note: This is my first Rentfic ever. This is my take on why Maureen broke up with Mark. I don't really know where I'm gonna go with this yet. Please be gentle when reviewing, lol. Any tips would be greatly appreciated. I do not own any of these characters no matter how much I wish I did.
Maureen lay awake listening to the rain beat against the windowpane. This was the third night in a row that she couldn't sleep.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she wondered aloud.
It had been a week since she broke up with Mark. He was not taking it well. He continuously begged her to reconsider, to give him another chance. Of course, she refused. Mark was not her usual choice when it came to boyfriends. He was cute and sweet, but he was a little nerdy. He always had that goddamn camera with him too. It was like he was trying to win a Pulitzer for filming the most mundane things in life.
That was the real reason Maureen left him. She couldn't tell him that because it would break his heart. As it was he still moped around the loft. So, she told him she had met someone else. He had believed that of her. Maureen was not the best girlfriend. She was the first to admit it. She couldn't control her need to flirt. Who wouldn't want the attention? She was only human, after all.
The rain was falling harder now. It rang off the glass like pennies from Heaven. At least the humidity had gone down. The ceiling fan spun in lazy circles above the bed. In the distance, thunder rumbled a low warning.
"Perfect," Maureen muttered.
Mark hated thunderstorms. She hoped he wouldn't come into her room looking for comfort. He treated her like she was his mother. That creeped her out a little. Maureen sighed and rolled over. Before long, she heard a soft knock.
"Mo? Are you awake?"
Maureen groaned loudly. She definitely needed a place of her own.
"What is it, Mark?"
"Can I come in for a while?"
"More like until the rain stops," she thought. "Sure, Mark."
She heard the knob turn and the sound of his feet shuffling across the hardwood floor. The mattress sank slightly under his barely existent weight. For a long time nothing was said.
"Maybe he fell asleep," thought Maureen.
Then, Mark sighed. Maureen rolled her eyes.
"What's wrong, Mark?" she asked as sincerely as she could. She was glad he couldn't see her face.
"Nothing," he whispered after a short pause.
A bright flash of lightning illuminated the room. The thunder answered almost immediately causing Mark to jump. He moved a little closer to Maureen. Maureen reached back and patted his hand.
"It'll be over soon," she whispered.
She felt Mark relax as the thunder became softer. Soon, the only sound besides the thunderstorm was Mark's even breathing.
"I have to get out of here," Maureen thought as she drifted off to sleep.