AN:I told you I'd write it eventually :D So, sadly, I won't be using song names from La Boheme this time, as there aren't enough left, frankly. You'll just have to see what I do. Hopefully you won't be dissappointed. Enjoy!

Disclaimed.

Maureen is radiant as usual, in her performance of Almost-Hey Diddle Diddle. It's times like this that I remember the woman I love, instead of the one that fills me with fear and confusion, and jealousy. I wish it happened more often. I don't know what's wrong with me, that I have such troubles seeing it lately. I relish this beautiful golden moment.

Then, the riot starts. Cops start beating on people at random, glass is broken, and Mo and I book it out of the lot. I've never seen her look so afraid and lost, since the first time I saw her. She's quite cute when she's like this, but I shouldn't dwell on it. We need to get the hell out of here.

The restaurant where we met is just around the block, and that is where we congregate, along with Roger, who doesn't remember me at all, and Mimi, his new girlfriend. Mimi seems sweet, but she makes me nervous. There's something about her that is making me want to reach out and hug her, but she has Roger on her arm, and nothing is actually wrong with her, so I control the urge. Collins, Mo's best friend, and his lover Angel are here as well. They are possibly the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Angel walks over and gives me a hug, and congratulates me on my "catch". I grin at her, and say that hers isn't shabby, either. I hope we'll be friends, I really like her.

Mo loops her arm around my waist, and nuzzles my cheek. I fill up with light.

"Hey, Pookie?" she whispers into my ear.

That nickname may actually start to grow on me.

"Yeah, Honeybear?"

"Could you please go back to the lot and pack up the stuff? I'll stay here, and host the party. I'd help you, baby, but it'd be rude if I left. Please? I'll make it worth your while!" She says this last bit with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I do love that twinkle. Turning, I wrap her in a tight embrace, dip her low, and kiss her. Angel claps and giggles, and Mo wraps her fingers in my hair, before letting me go.

I return to the lot, carefully avoiding the clusters of people drinking and mooing, and collect up Maureen's impressive collection of sound equipment. The dust on some of it rises into the air as I pick it up, and resettles in my clothes, hair, and lungs. I restrain myself from hacking to keep from dropping the expensive technology.

It takes me about half an hour to put everything in boxes. Mo and I will pick all of it up tomorrow. I stack it in a pyramid, and leave the mixer off to the side, as it has no case.

When I show up, the tables are all strung together. I grin, bet the strung up restaurant host likes that. I see Mo near the end, drinking and smirking at… oh my God, Benny is here. Wow. I didn't think he'd show his face. Mo smiles at me, and I go to her. She takes my hand, and pulls me close.

"Is everything packed up?"

I'm beginning to feel slightly exasperated.

"What do you mean? Of course, Maureen."

"What about the mixer, what did you do with it, it doesn't have a case!"

"I just left it to the side."

"Hmm… maybe it'll fit with the patch cords, in the duffel bag. Please baby? I don't want it to be ruined!"

I roll my eyes. "Fine."

"Hey! Don't give me that face!"

I turn to leave. She smacks my ass. My cheeks flush, and I turn around to scold her, but I see that look in her eyes again. Mmm.

Benny's father-in-law pipes up, clearing his throat. Pompous, homophobic asshole.

Mo just smiles at him. "Hey, mister? She's my sister." I almost laugh aloud, and leave again, to try to do what my lover has asked of me.

I guess I'm lucky to have such an awesome girlfriend, but sometimes, she's awfully high-maintenance.

Luckily, the mixer fits, and I have nothing else I have to do. I speed back to the Life, my stomach gurgling. I hope Mo thought to order me something.

She sends me back again, but not before a kiss. Lovely, but this is seriously starting to piss me off. I go back, wipe the stupid bloody speakers, and return, yet again. If I don't get something to drink, someone is going to hurt.

I walk through the doors, and my stomach fills with ice. Maureen is on top of a table, making out with Mark! What the fuck? That's it, that's the last fucking straw, I can't do it anymore!

I leave. I go home, and find something stiff to drink. That cheating bitch! Mark was right. God, this shit tastes good. I need to buy more of it later, I think it's Maureen's.

Maureen. Slut. She's getting her ass out of my house in the morning. She can move back in with her little lover boy. And Mark… two-timing little skank. Why did he do that to me? I thought we were friends! Fuck!

The rest is a blur. I think I go back to the restaurant, and talk to her. Tell her to take her shit out of my apartment by tomorrow. Then, I go back and crash on the couch, with the bottle of sourpuss in my hand.

I wake up at two in the morning. It's all gone. All her stuff, I mean. Even the half-empty bottle in my hand, but that's in the fridge. I find a note:

Pook… Joanne,

I'm sorry. I'll be at the lot, if and when you want to talk. I can explain, if you let me.

I love you. I really do. Please, I'd like to at least talk.

Maureen.

Jesus… maybe when I've calmed down, I'll take her up on it. But right now, I'd just like to smack her. More sleep sounds lovely. I climb into bed. It smells just like her cheap shampoo. I cry myself to sleep, yet again, with one thought running through my mind: Why?