I know it's been a while. I thought that I could restrain myself from posting anything new... but I can't. So here is a oneshot of Angsty Maureen. I'm not a fan of Angsty maureen, but this story was bugging me. Enjoy!

-Serendipity Kat


I know they do it. They think I don't see it, they think that I'm insensitive. Hell, what do they know? Nothing, they know nothing about me and how I work. They think all I care about is the game, the pursuit, the prize. Ok, I do have to admit that I like the game. And yeah, the pursuit is fun… speaking of which, I've got something new to try on them next time… Hmmmm…. The prize? Yes, the prize is addicting. Just like the fucking drugs Roger takes. I can't get enough of it. I… have… to… win… the… prize…

Ahem, anyways…I'm sitting here pretending to drool over a magazine. Which isn't that hot really, Wait! Oooo, I love those boots. Do they come in my size? What am I thinking, of course they do. I'm getting off topic. Yes, I have issues, but do they ever think that there is a reason? Nooooo, they just assume that I am a robot. Bitches. The 2 of them.

Who do they think they are? Barging in on me and my lonely thoughts. Little girl, hey! Emotion's that way. Give it up, you'll never live to see a new day. Take your drama, take your passion, your 'devotion' I just can't fathom. Ppfft.

Anf then what do they do? They make my life out to be a fucking dance. Yeah, you heard me, a dance. I love them both, really I do…. Just for different reasons. But can they see that? No, they don't. All they see is a washed up drama queen with an addiction to flirting and no possible sanity. Well, I'll show them. I prove to them that Maureen Johnson isn't just a flighty flirt. I'll… ooo, that guy's hot. Ummm… I'll be back… soon. Maybe…. Mark and Joanne, I'll be back. Someday.

"Hey baby, do you like leather?"