Notes: Aimee belongs to me...Joanne belongs to J. Larson, it's a nice give and take.
Rated: T, cuz its relatively harmless
Paring: J/Outside character, J/M
This is all Pre-Rent
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Joanne hated feeling helpless. As a child, she had been fiercely independent, hell bent on learning by experience, and stubborn. In high school, she became competitive. She made straight A's, lettered in softball, and graduated valedictorian. She then went on to Harvard with a five-year plan set firmly in her mind. She knew she was going to become a lawyer; it was only a matter of time. She passed the bar exam the first time and within two years had become a partner at her father's law firm. Joanne's life had reached perfection. She had the apartment, the job, and the girl she had dreamed of.
But, as everyone knows about dreams, you have to wake up sometime.
"I can't believe you are doing this!" Joanne screamed. Her knuckles were turning white where she was gripping them on the kitchen chair. The target of her anger was her girlfriend, Aimee Mahn.
"Joanne, I love you. You know that! But I'm 25. This wasn't supposed to be serious." Aimee responded from her stance behind the counter in their kitchen.
"So you get into a relationship and then decide after a year that suddenly this isn't what you want? That you need to run?" Joanne controlled her voice this time. She could not lose her control, not in front of Aimee.
"Joanne, we were having fun and then we fell in love." Aimee used her psychiatry voice, the voice that had soothed many a patient. Joanne felt her resolve start to soften. "But Joanne, you have your practice here and I have this opportunity to travel the world and help people. It wouldn't be fair to either of us to stay together." Aimee watched as silent tears slipped down Joanne's face and felt as her own face mirrored those actions. She grabbed her bags and placed them outside the door.
"You need a ride?" Joanne asked her voice cracking.
"I-I called a cab." Aimee answered. Joanne watched as the bags and then Aimee slipped past the door, into the hall, and out of her life.
"Don't go." Joanne whispered softly to the closed door.