Thanks everyone for the reviews! Rather quick update this time...yay! Nothing real exciting happens in this ch, sorry in advance for that. But I'll hurry with the next ch I promise. And a first for this fic, I wrote in someone else's POV besides Joanne...Maureen's. I like writing in Maureen's POV, so it seemed a good ch to do so, so I did. Hope you like it. Enjoy!

(Joanne's POV)

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clocking ringing from my cell phone. Quickly I was turning it off so not to wake Maureen. We hadn't moved; she was still tightly pressed up against my body in my arms. I stayed in bed with her a little while longer, running my fingers through her hair and watching her sleep. I couldn't believe that we were actually lying in bed together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Carefully and quietly I slipped out of bed needing to hurry and get ready; I had early morning meetings that I had to attend downtown. My entire day was actually filled with meetings and conferences. I would love nothing more than to get to spend my last day in New York with Maureen and Mark, but it didn't seem like it was going to be possible.

I had actually gotten completely ready without Maureen even stirring in bed. I didn't want to wake her so I just left a note and headed out.


(Maureen's POV)

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't want to open my eyes because I knew Joanne wasn't there and that there was an empty space beside me in bed. When Joanne and I were together, this fact rarely bothered me because I always knew that night she'd be back in my arms sleeping once again. However, this time it was different. I didn't know that. For all I knew, Joanne wouldn't even want to see me today. Maybe she realized that she wanted to marry Kristin and that maybe just last night was her way of saying goodbye to me; you know breakup sex.

I eventually forced myself out of the bed; sleepily wondering to the bathroom. Now more than ever I wanted to talk to Joanne. I need to make her understand how great we are together and how much I need her. But then again I want her to be happy. Does she even want to talk to me though? Does she truly realize that I love her? Does she really love me or is she just in love with what we used to have? Does she love Kristin more than me? Does she truly love Kristin at all or is Kristin just a way to forget me? Damn, now my head hurts…too many questions for this early in the morning.

I tried to clean up as much as possible. Rummaging through Joanne's things, I found a rubber band to pull my hair back with and her toothbrush, which of course I used. The way I look at the whole couples sharing the toothbrush thing is that we've shared more bodily fluids than just saliva, so why can't I use her toothbrush.

When I went to leave her hotel room, I found a note taped to the back of the door.

Dear Maureen,

Sorry but I had to go to some meetings this morning, unfortunately I have meetings all day. But I would love to see you again tonight. Maybe even hang out with Mark and Cara as well. I think there are some things the two of us need to actually sit down and talk about. But give me a call sometime today so we can make plans, that is if you want to. My cell is 555-2482. Just leave a message if it's turned off. I had fun last night, thanks.

Love, Joanne

I smiled reading this, realizing that maybe there was a chance for Joanne and me to work something out. I'm not sure what, but maybe something. I grabbed the note, folding it up, putting it in my pocket. And I walked back out onto the busy New York City streets with the cheesiest grin plastered on my face.


(Joanne's POV)

This has been one of the more boring days of my life. I've finally gotten out of my last meeting, thirty minutes later than expected. I quickly had my cell phone out, turning it on, hoping that Maureen had called me. I smiled as I heard my voicemail alert go off. Immediately I was calling my voicemail.

Hey Joanne, it's Maureen. I just talked to Mark; he said Cara and he'd love to get together tonight. We thought maybe we all could meet up at his place say at seven thirty. If that's a problem you can call me and let me know. My cell is 555-3210. See you later. I love you.

Hello Joanne, this is dad. Just wanting to check in on how your trip was going. Your mom and I are still in Tahoe. Sorry we couldn't see you when you were back in New York. We love you honey. Bye.

Hey baby. Just wanted to see how your day went. I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I miss you so much. I'll try calling you back later. I love you.

Of course I would have to have messages from both Kristin and Maureen. I hated myself right now for what I was putting all of us through; neither Kristin nor Maureen deserved this. Kristin trusted me and I went and cheated on her with my ex-girlfriend. I've never cheated on anyone before; I can't believe I've betrayed Kristin like this. I love her and I went and did the one thing that would hurt her the most.

I got back to my hotel and collapsed on the bed; I was exhausted. I even thought about calling and canceling my plans with Mark, Cara, and Maureen tonight. Maybe it would be best for everyone if I just didn't see Maureen tonight and I just left tomorrow morning on my flight back to Chicago and left this all behind me. As I got ready to dial Mark's number though I realized just how bad I really did want to see Maureen again. I couldn't just leave again without talking to her. I couldn't do that to either of us.


(Joanne's POV)

"Hey," Cara energetically pulled me into a hug as she opened the door to the apartment. How someone who is eight months pregnant could have this much energy, I'm not sure. I'm sure as hell there'd be no way that I would be this chipper.

"Hi Cara," I politely responded, walking into their apartment.

"Mark," Cara yelled as she shut the door, "Joanne's here."

Soon Mark emerged from the bedroom. "Hey sweetie," he smiled as he hugged me hello. "Maureen is not here yet, but I have something I want to show you," he continued as he showed me a video he had held in his hand.

"What is it?" confused of what Mark could have to show me.

"It's a tape I recently put together," he beamed with pride looking over at Cara who by now how went and sat down on the couch. "It's footage that I started collecting right after I finished Proof Positive up through," his voice now softened, his tone now not sounding as excited, "until Roger died."

"Well let's see it," I quickly interjected, trying to stop any awkward silence from happening between us.

I sat and watched the video as clips of my life from living in New York continually flashed across the screen. There was footage of Roger, Mimi, and Collins all of them looking so happy and vibrant. I miss them so much. Then there'd be footage of Maureen and me. We looked so happy and in love. And of course, there was little footage of Mark to be found. Then there were no longer any clips of me in the movie and Maureen was by herself most of the time. She never looked too happy at first, but then as time passed through the footage, she seemed to be happy…even if some of it appeared to be forced. Then Cara started popping up in footage and now Mark too was seen more in front of the camera. Finally, came the sadder moments of the movie. First, Mimi getting sick and dying, then Collins, and finally Roger; however before each of them died Mark had filmed them all doing something that completely tore my heart out. Each of them said there goodbyes to everyone on film. And each of them included me in their goodbyes; each of them telling me they understood and that they loved me. I completely broke down, sobbing into my hands. Mark scooted over closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I buried my face into his shoulder and continued crying as the movie played on; I didn't pay attention to the rest of it.

After the movie ended, Cara got up excusing herself leaving Mark and me alone on the couch. He was rocking me back and forth, trying his best to comfort me.

"Joanne," he softly spoke, "I just wanted you to hear it from them that they loved you."

"I know Mark," I said through my tears, "thank you." I looked up at the filmmaker, his eyes too filled with tears. I pulled him closer, hugging him tight. I eventually released him, wiping my tears away, trying to compose myself. Before I could thank him again, my cell phone started ringing. So I answered it, excusing myself into the next room.

"Hey Kristin," I said trying to cover the fact that I had been crying.

"Hey," she delightedly responded, "so how was your day? You ready to come home?"

"It was pretty boring and slow," I chuckled.

I had my back facing the doorway of the room I had entered and didn't see Maureen entering. I'm pretty sure she didn't see that I was on the phone either or I'm sure she wouldn't have said what she did next. "Hey Joanne," she rather loudly asked, "did I leave my clothes in your room?"

My heart sank, I couldn't breathe. A deadly silence had come over my conversation with Kristin. Slowly I turned around facing Maureen, revealing to her that I was on the phone. Her eyes immediately widened, her jaw falling open. I'm so sorry she mouthed to me.

"Kristin," I quietly, nervously asked.

And all I heard in response was the dial tone.

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