I want a sandwich. And this is the protest chapter! Whoot! I wrote it at choir. Well, I began it at choir. Time for things to get… interesting. ^^ things are about to get HOT. Das right my babies. Hothothothot. Tobuscus hot. Yes. I went there. K bai. *LINE DANCE… BUNNY HOP! Thnx Addams Family..*and yeah. I updated fast. I got excited. xD

Maureen paced the bathrrom, resisting the urge to grab the nearest toilet and loose whatever she had eaten last night… if she had eaten. Finally, she couldn't help it- she puked out of pure nervousness. Checking the time, she cleaned herself up and took a deep breath.

She was Maureen Johnson. Time to protest and be mother fucking crazy.

Running up onto the stage, people began cheering as Miss Johnson took center stage.

"There once was a little boy- Jack."

"Now Jack enjoys… jumping." Maureen did a couple quick jumping jacks, getting a laugh or two from the crowd. She could see Angel and Collins together, and next to them was Mimi and Roger, and Mark was working the lights like he used to.

"Joanne used to do that," Maureen thought bitterly. Pushing that painful idea out of her head, she smiled bigger and returned to her protest.

"One day, someone pushed Jack a little too far. Jack began to jump over a candle stick so he'd be… cool." Maureen held up two middle fingers on the word cool, then lit an candle and placed it on the stage floor.

"He was nimble and quick, jumping over his stick!" The audience let out a rowdy laugh. Maureen kept jumping over the candle till she turned to the crowd and held up a pair of pants. Picking up the candle, she held it dangerously close to the pants.

"And then… FIRE!" She lit the pants aflame and the crowd quietly ooh-ed.

"Until someone took Cool Jack and his stick and lit his pants on fire! LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE!" Maureen chanted, jumping and shaking the burning pair of pants around. The crowd joined in, jumping and shouting.

"LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, LIAR!"

"Wait, is that Joanne?" Maureen's face fell for a moment, the audience's jeers fading away.

Maureen rolled her ankle and fell. The candle landed on her. The pants landed on her. The fire burned on. And it burned her.

Maureen screamed, and the crowd ran away- what else could they do? Her four friends fought against them to try and get to her writhing figure collapsed on the stage. Mark was rushing down the light stand as Maureen continued to scream and try to stop more of her flesh from burning off.

"PLEASE HELP!" She screamed, and screamed. Before she passed out from the pain, Maureen was sure she could see Joanne's figure still out in the crowd, gasping. Then her friends gathered around her and everything went black.

It had been black… and now it was very white. Lying in a hospital bed, Maureen almost screamed again.

"I hate hospitals," She mumbled, but stopped quickly. It was painful to speak. "Why does speaking hurt?" She said, sitting up in the bed. Mark ran to her, leaving a sleeping Mimi in Roger's arms and a quiet Angel with Collins.

"It WILL heal." Mark said, holding up a mirror.

"My…. My beautiful face." Maureen whispered dramatically. There were burns all over her right cheek, on the right side of her chest and over onto her shoulder, and then down her right arm stopping at the lower elbow. Her wrists were bandaged, and so was her abdomen.

"It'll heal," Mark repeated, but he bit his tongue when Maureen's cold green eyes met his.

"Shut the fuck up Mark. My face is ruined. I'm not beautiful anymore. What the hell am I going to do?" Maureen cried very softly. Looking up after a moment, her brow furrowed.

"What is it Maureen?" Mark asked, concern flooding his face.

"Where the hell's Joanne?" This was met with complete silence. Mimi was awake and snuck out the door with Roger, muttering something about work and that they were glad she was okay, but they really had to go. Angel didn't look so good but Maureen didn't care, but she left with Collins for a life support meeting. Mark's hand was resting on Maureen's tensed shoulder.

"Where the fuck is Joanne, Mark?"

"You broke up, Maureen…"

"Oh come on." Maureen's words were filled with poison. "I know we fucking broke up! But I saw her at the protest. Why the fuck isn't she here? Does she REALLY not care about me?" Before Mark could answer, Maureen got up.

"Fuck this. I don't give a shit about her, and I'm glad she doesn't give a shit about me. She was mother fucking lucky and she wasted it. Now anyone who wants to enjoy this can get this. She isn't so special, is she? No. No she fucking isn't." And with that, Maureen left the hospital room.

She got her clothes from the nurse, though they were pretty much singed beyond repair. When she saw them, she felt something catch in her throat.

"My favorite top…" But it wasn't her FAVORITE top.

"Honeybear!" Joanne shouted happily from the kitchen. Maureen was laying on the bed, flipping through a magazine.

"Yeah pookie?" She shouted back lazily. Stifling a yawn, Maureen smiled as she felt the presence of her lover beside her on the bed.

"Guess what."

"What." She kissed her softly on the nose.

"I got you a present." At this, Maureen practically jumped out of the bed.

"For MOI? Please, do deliver it, dear!" She said happily. Joanne thought of how cute Maureen was, even when she acted like a kid. Well, especially when she acted like a child. Pulling a package out of the dresser, she tossed it lightly to Maureen.

Eagerly ripping the paper away, Maureen beamed when she saw the gift. Throwing it down on the bed, she grabbed Joanne and pulled her into a deep kiss. Joanne could feel Maureen smile as they made their way to bed, still kissing. Maureen broke apart first and took off her shirt. At first Joanne was a little surprised, since Maureen usually let Joanne undress her. But then she realized Maureen was just putting on her present.

Maureen beamed again and read the shirt out loud.

"I LOVE ME SOME MOJO!" She grinned. "Mojo?"

"Maureen… Joanne." Joanne said sheepishly. It was so corny.

"Aww, pookie. It's even both our favorite colors- green and grey! My favorite shirt. Forever." And they kissed again, Joanne pulling Maureen on top of her as she leaned back onto the mattress.

"Forever," Joanne whispered between a kiss.

"Forever!" Maureen exclaimed with a smile.

"Forever…" Maureen whispered, throwing away the burnt clothes and her thoughts of forever on her way out the door of the hospital.

Standing outside of the Catchscratch Club later that night, Maureen smiled and raised her hands to the sky.

"MAUREEN JOHNSON IS HERE AND WANTING TO FUCK!" She yelled.

Then she walked in, and began searching for her nightly prey.