I don't own, I rent. :D

An early morning rain had come and gone, and Maureen Johnson experienced it all. She sat on her windowsill and watched the rain dance from the sky onto the overly stepped on sidewalk, drinking hot chocolate out of her favorite 'Someone named Roger loves me' mug. The only time she ever did this, was when something was bothering her. But, nothing bothered Maureen. Right?

Wrong.

There was always something inside of the drama queen that ate her alive. Something no one knew about. Something she didn't dare to speak of, because it'd hurt her reputation; and, Maureen was all about her reputation, so it never left her lipstick stained lips. Not even for a million dollars would she tell. Okay, that's a lie. I bet you're dying to know what it is. You'll find out…

Joanne walked out of the bedroom, kind of shocked to see Maureen up before her. That rarely ever happened. She wanted to say something, but then remembered she was mad at Maureen after their night on the town. Maureen was being hey-here's-my-number self and Joanne was pissed. About two girls got their number and around five GUYS got their number, as well. Thasts what ticked Joanne off the most.

Maureen's head didn't move from staring out the window. But, she was about to take action, even if she didn't make eye contact.

The lawyer huffed out a sigh and walked into the kitchen. I should just say I-, Joanne's thoughts were caught off by a faint mumble from the drama queen. "Sorry?" She said, so Maureen would repeated.

Maureen tightly shut her piercing eyes and let out a small sigh. "I said," she started and slowly opened her eyes. "I said I'm sorry," she stated, louder than the last time. "You know, about last night?" She didn't move, or anything while saying all of this. This was a big leap for her. Saying sorry? That was something she rarely did. Looking someone dead in the eye and saying sorry? Never will happen in her lifetime.

The lawyer swore hell just froze over, twice. She poured some coffee into her mug. "You're sorry?" She asked, walking into the living room before stopping in the middle of the floor and putting her hand on her hip. "Why on EARTH should YOU be sorry?" She asked, sarcastically. She didn't want it show that she was shocked. She wanted to give off the vibe that she was expecting it.

"Well, if you're not going to fucking accept my apology then fuck it. I take it back," Maureen growled, shaking her head before taking a sip of her Hot Chocolate. It wasn't uncommon for Maureen to blow up like that, but it wasn't that common either. And most of the times, it happened when something was the matter.

And, boy, could Joanne tell something was wrong. But, she didn't know what. "Baby," she started, wanting to know what the fuck was going on with her girlfriend. "Is something wrong? I mean, over the past week, you've been moping and crying at random parts of the day? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine." Maureen let out a small sigh and managed to shake her head. "No. No. I'm lying. Everything sucks. I can't keep doing this," she whispered to herself before finally turning her head to look at Joanne.

"Doing what, baby?" The lawyer asked. When Maureen didn't answer, Joanne took a few steps to Maureen and gave a soft smile. "You know you can tell me everything, right?" She asked, seeing Maureen respond with a nod. "Then, tell me. I won't get mad or anything."

Maureen let out a small moan, and got up, taking Joanne's hand and pulled her to the couch. "Its more a story," she admitted and took in a deep breath. "You sure you want to hear?"

Joanne simply nodded. "Yeah. I love learning more about you."

That made Maureen feel ten times better. "Okay," she paused and looked down at pajama pant clad legs. "In high school, there was this boy…"