This is my first RENT fic. So please review!

A/N: I absolutely adore the Mark/Maureen pairing, so yeah… The movie's going to rock!

"Maureen, we have to talk." Joanne's voice was calm and soft. She tapped the sofa gently and Maureen strode over and sat close to her lesbian lover. "Yes, Pookie?" Maureen said sweetly. She flung her dark curls behind her and waited for a response from Joanne.

Joanne took a deep breath. "Maureen… I- I've decided… I'm…I'm…I'm going straight." She finally said in a strangled voice. She hated herself for doing this. Maureen's joyful expression slowly faded from her face

"Did I hear you correctly, because I thought I just heard you say you're going straight." Maureen said, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. "Maureen," Joanne said, standing up to meet her now ex-lover. "It's not you… you're absolutely perfect." She finished slowly. "Then where's the problem?" Maureen said, her tone getting louder.

Joanne closed her eyes. "It's not that," she said, opening them. "It's just, I met this wonderful man today, at the Life… and I realized… I should be straight." She finished, expanding her arms dramatically for the last few words. Maureen felt her eyes welling up with tears. "I can't believe you…" she muttered quietly.

Her expression grew angry and her voice rose. " So you're dumping me for some stupid guy you just met?" she yelled. "Maureen! I never said it was him!" Joanne quarreled back

"But it's true!" Maureen said, her voice cracking. "I gave you some of the best nights of my life, and this is how you repay me?" Maureen She cursed loudly. "Will you ever think of someone else but yourself for once? All we ever do is talk about you, your needs, your problems-what about me? How do you think it feels?" Joanne hollered.

Maureen scrunched up her face. She turned t the coffee table and picked up a small glass. With a loud grunt, she chucked it at Joanne, who was lucky enough to dodge it. Ina huffy manner, Joanne picked up her sweater and, without a word, walked out the door, and slammed it shut.

"Yeah, get outta here." Maureen said cussing her out as if she were still in the room. It took Maureen a few moments to realize what had just happened. Joanne was gone, and this time, it was for good.

The early morning sunlight shone through the window and across Maureen's face. She began to stir and stretched. "Morning baby," she said turning over to see the middle of the bed. Her eyes weren't open, but she continued to talk, forgetting Joanne wasn't there. "I had such a horrible dream, pookie." She murmured feeling around the bed for Joanne.

"Pookie?" she whispered, lifting her head up to see. She realized she was fully awake when Joanne wasn't lying beside her. Maureen pushed her comforter off her and got out of bed. She looked down at her near bare body, wearing only tight lingerie that was totally see-through. She put on a red robe and walked out of the bedroom.

"Joanne, where the hellare you? Don't make me beg." She said groggily. She rubbed her eyes and walked into the main room. It was then when she realized where Joanne had gone. Her eyes focused on the broken glass on the floor near the door.

Maureen gave a sad sigh and turned away from the door. She headed back into the bedroom and changed. Maybe a night out with the group would cheer her up. They had been planning to go see a movie later that night, but maybe she could find something to do to pass the time.

In Mark and Roger's loft, the morning had also woken up the friends. Mark slowly awoke. His head still buried in his pillow, his hand made its way to the nightstand and onto his thick glasses.

He lifted his head and put them on. He looked at the time. 10:00 a.m. "Oh, God.." he moaned. He'd have to get up soon to go get lunch before meeting his friends in his apartment for dinner and a movie.

Tired, he stood up and began to get dressed. Roger was at Mimi's, so no worry there. After brushing his hair and eating a piece of toast, he put on a blue plaid T-shirt with a brown jacket over and blue jeans. Just as he was about to leave though, there was a knock on his door.

Curiously, Mark opened the door, only to find Maureen Johnson, his ex, lingering in the doorway. "Um… hi?" he said awkwardly. Maybe t was the way she was dressed. Tight dark blue jeans, with a tight black midriff showing her slender figure, with a black leather jacket over it all. "Mark? Mind if we talk?" she asked quietly.

Mark, slightly skeptical about all this, bit his lip. "Um sure. Do you want to go for lunch?" he asked, still feeling awkward from her sexy attire.

"Are you asking me out then?" Maureen giggled. Mark shrugged and nodded. "Okay." "It's a date then." She laughed. Mark followed her out the door, and closed it, wondering what was up.