Part 5-Maureen
"What has happened here?" Maureen Johnson called out in a voice that only a person who was concentrating solely on her body and not anything else, could love.
Her equipment was a mess, an absolute mess, and her performance was tonight.
She turned angrily to the Fabio-look-alike that was standing not far away from the catastrophe that had come of her equipment.
He gave her a sexy smile, as if that would make her forget everything.
She sidled up to him. "Pookie," she said softly in his ear, "what did you do to the equipment?"
He pulled her closer up against his body. "Just a little mistake," he replied.
She pushed him away forcefully. "Little!?!" she screamed at him. "My equipment is now an official disaster! I have no idea how it is going to be salvaged before my performance tonight!"
"Geez, babe, cool down."
Maureen gave him an icy cold stare.
He tried to put his arms around her shoulders and she shoved him off.
"We're over!" she yelled in his face.
He looked at the ground for a second. "You're breaking up with me?" he asked.
"Yes!" Maureen said. "Now go away! Leave!"
The guy started walking away, then turned around. "Maureen?"
"Yeah?"
"Tonight?"
"Not tonight," she told him. "I'll call you." She winked and he smiled. "But otherwise, we are officially over! Okay?"
He laughed and walked away.
Maureen looked around her. What to do now? Her equipment was still a mess, and now she needed somewhere to stay as well.
Then she spotted two guys coming out of the building right next to her lot. One of them looked like a total dork-pass. But the other guy looked.interesting.
She ran towards them, and in her best damsel-in-distress voice she said, "You guys have got to help me. I have a performance tonight, and all of my equipment for it is a total mess. I don't know what I'm going to do."
The good-looking guy raised an eyebrow at her. They weren't gay, were they? Her life would be over.
"Um." the other guy seemed uncertain of how to respond.
"I gotta go," the good-looking guy said. He turned to his friend. "I've gotta meet April. See you later." He took off.
"Umm.bye!" the dork said after his retreating friend.
"April?" Maureen inquired.
The guy turned towards her. "His girlfriend," he told her.
Damn. She turned around slightly, looking again.
"But, uh.. I could help you," he said. "I'm Mark."
She turned back to face him. "You could help me?" she asked him. She tried not to laugh.
"Yeah," he said.
She might as well let the guy try. She may not have gotten herself a boyfriend, but at least she might get her equipment fixed.
Mark looked around at her equipment. "This is pretty bad," he told her. "Who did this?"
"My ex-boyfriend."
"Oh."
She wanted to laugh the guy was obviously overwhelmed. Her ex had done a pretty damn-good job at messing her equipment up completely.
She sighed. How was she ever going to get this fixed?
She walked a little away. She rubbed her temples; she was getting a headache.
Mark came up to her five minutes later. He's given up already? The thought disappointed her a little.
But then she looked back at her equipment. It was completely fixed.
"How'd you do that so fast?" she asked.
He shrugged and smiled. Now that she looked at him properly, she noticed that he was kind of cute.
"Well, thank you very much," she told him. "You're the best."
"Your welcome." He blushed. "I guess I should be going."
"Why?"
"You see, I'm working on this film.or at least trying to. And I really don't have anything resembling a cast or anything."
"Of course I'll do it!" Maureen exclaimed.
"Huh?" Mark was lost.
"I'll be in your film, of course."
"You will? I mean, you will."
Maureen smiled at him and almost laughed.
"So what's this for?" Mark asked her.
"I have a performance tonight," Maureen answered him.
"What's it about?"
"You'll see." Maureen paused for a second. "You are coming, right?"
"I don't even know-"
Maureen cut him off. "Damn!" she shouted.
"What?"
"I just broke up with my boyfriend, and now I have no place to stay," Maureen complained.
"You could stay with me and my friends," Mark jumped in. "At least for the night."
Maureen smiled at him. Good boy.
Mark shook his head. "But I don't even know your name." He laughed at himself.
"Maureen."
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Maureen spent the afternoon with Mark helping him post up fliers for casting for his film. She had to admit she had fun. Once Mark was a little more comfortable, he had quite the sense of humor.
When they got to the loft, all of the others were sprawled around the main room in various locations.
"Hi guys," Mark started, "this is-"
"Maureen Johnson," Maureen cut in. "Performance artist."
"I know you," Roger said. "You're the girl from this morning."
"Well, yeah." Maureen rolled her eyes.
April looked her up and down. "You obviously think you're hot shit."
Maureen snorted. "And you don't?" she asked accusingly.
April didn't respond and Maureen smirked.
Mark started introducing around the room. "Maureen, this is Collins, and then Benny, and that's Roger." He paused, sensing that the two girls were not going to get along, before finally saying, "And that's April."
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"How'd you like my performance?" Maureen asked Mark after it was all over.
Mark looked at her. She was lying on her stomach eating strawberries from a small plastic container.
"It was good, but.uh.honestly?" Mark asked hesitantly.
"What?"
"I think you could do something better than that."
Maureen was curious. She stood up. "What do you mean?"
"You should do something that comes from the heart. That has meaning. Something that will affect the people watching in some way."
Maureen looked at him for a second. It was crazy, but he was actually making sense to her.
"You get what I mean?" Mark asked.
"Actually, I do," she answered.
Then she did something to him that she never, ever, in her entire life thought she would do to someone as dorky as Mark.
She kissed him.
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A week went by, and the two went on a few dates. Mark certainly wasn't Maureen's usual type, and to top it off, he was slightly younger than her. But she was strangely attracted to him anyway.
They walked inside together and Maureen noticed something that she had never heard in the loft before.
Silence.
"Where is everyone?" Maureen asked.
Mark thought for a second. "Collins is at the university, Benny is with him playing teacher's assistant, Roger and April are who-knows-where, but they're out."
"Are they coming back soon?" Something was egging at the back of Maureen's mind.
"I don't think so," Mark told her.
Maureen was silent for a moment, and then seemed to decide on something.
She started kissing him very deeply. Then she made a grab for his shirt.
Mark pulled away from her. "Maureen, what are you doing?"
Maureen put a hand on her hip. "Don't you find me attractive?"
"Yes, you're.very attractive."
"Then what's the problem?" Maureen was getting annoyed. She had waited a week for him. Maureen never waited a week.
Mark was getting nervous. "I-I just don't think we should be doing this."
"Why the fuck not?"
Mark's cheeks started turning pink. "I, uh.I'm.I-I.I'm." he gave up.
Maureen sighed. "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Mark's face was now completely red.
Maureen started massaging her temples. Then she spoke up, "Do you want to die a virgin?"
"No."
"Then you're going to have to do it sometime."
"I know that."
Maureen sighed. "Well then it's now or never, kiddo."
Mark looked at his feet for a second, and then looked back up. "You mean you still want to?"
Maureen shrugged, but it was more then that. It was his innocence that attracted her to him like a moth to light. That and something else.some indescribable quality that Mark had that for some reason made him irresistible to Maureen.
She gave him her sexiest smile. "I'll help you along."
A/N: It will probably be awhile before I get the sixth (and final!) chapter out. It's the longest, and I'm actually still working on it. I get horrible writer's block. And I actually want to turn this into something decent. But I figured maybe putting this much out will give me motivation to write. PLEASE give me comments. I don't mind criticism at all.
"What has happened here?" Maureen Johnson called out in a voice that only a person who was concentrating solely on her body and not anything else, could love.
Her equipment was a mess, an absolute mess, and her performance was tonight.
She turned angrily to the Fabio-look-alike that was standing not far away from the catastrophe that had come of her equipment.
He gave her a sexy smile, as if that would make her forget everything.
She sidled up to him. "Pookie," she said softly in his ear, "what did you do to the equipment?"
He pulled her closer up against his body. "Just a little mistake," he replied.
She pushed him away forcefully. "Little!?!" she screamed at him. "My equipment is now an official disaster! I have no idea how it is going to be salvaged before my performance tonight!"
"Geez, babe, cool down."
Maureen gave him an icy cold stare.
He tried to put his arms around her shoulders and she shoved him off.
"We're over!" she yelled in his face.
He looked at the ground for a second. "You're breaking up with me?" he asked.
"Yes!" Maureen said. "Now go away! Leave!"
The guy started walking away, then turned around. "Maureen?"
"Yeah?"
"Tonight?"
"Not tonight," she told him. "I'll call you." She winked and he smiled. "But otherwise, we are officially over! Okay?"
He laughed and walked away.
Maureen looked around her. What to do now? Her equipment was still a mess, and now she needed somewhere to stay as well.
Then she spotted two guys coming out of the building right next to her lot. One of them looked like a total dork-pass. But the other guy looked.interesting.
She ran towards them, and in her best damsel-in-distress voice she said, "You guys have got to help me. I have a performance tonight, and all of my equipment for it is a total mess. I don't know what I'm going to do."
The good-looking guy raised an eyebrow at her. They weren't gay, were they? Her life would be over.
"Um." the other guy seemed uncertain of how to respond.
"I gotta go," the good-looking guy said. He turned to his friend. "I've gotta meet April. See you later." He took off.
"Umm.bye!" the dork said after his retreating friend.
"April?" Maureen inquired.
The guy turned towards her. "His girlfriend," he told her.
Damn. She turned around slightly, looking again.
"But, uh.. I could help you," he said. "I'm Mark."
She turned back to face him. "You could help me?" she asked him. She tried not to laugh.
"Yeah," he said.
She might as well let the guy try. She may not have gotten herself a boyfriend, but at least she might get her equipment fixed.
Mark looked around at her equipment. "This is pretty bad," he told her. "Who did this?"
"My ex-boyfriend."
"Oh."
She wanted to laugh the guy was obviously overwhelmed. Her ex had done a pretty damn-good job at messing her equipment up completely.
She sighed. How was she ever going to get this fixed?
She walked a little away. She rubbed her temples; she was getting a headache.
Mark came up to her five minutes later. He's given up already? The thought disappointed her a little.
But then she looked back at her equipment. It was completely fixed.
"How'd you do that so fast?" she asked.
He shrugged and smiled. Now that she looked at him properly, she noticed that he was kind of cute.
"Well, thank you very much," she told him. "You're the best."
"Your welcome." He blushed. "I guess I should be going."
"Why?"
"You see, I'm working on this film.or at least trying to. And I really don't have anything resembling a cast or anything."
"Of course I'll do it!" Maureen exclaimed.
"Huh?" Mark was lost.
"I'll be in your film, of course."
"You will? I mean, you will."
Maureen smiled at him and almost laughed.
"So what's this for?" Mark asked her.
"I have a performance tonight," Maureen answered him.
"What's it about?"
"You'll see." Maureen paused for a second. "You are coming, right?"
"I don't even know-"
Maureen cut him off. "Damn!" she shouted.
"What?"
"I just broke up with my boyfriend, and now I have no place to stay," Maureen complained.
"You could stay with me and my friends," Mark jumped in. "At least for the night."
Maureen smiled at him. Good boy.
Mark shook his head. "But I don't even know your name." He laughed at himself.
"Maureen."
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Maureen spent the afternoon with Mark helping him post up fliers for casting for his film. She had to admit she had fun. Once Mark was a little more comfortable, he had quite the sense of humor.
When they got to the loft, all of the others were sprawled around the main room in various locations.
"Hi guys," Mark started, "this is-"
"Maureen Johnson," Maureen cut in. "Performance artist."
"I know you," Roger said. "You're the girl from this morning."
"Well, yeah." Maureen rolled her eyes.
April looked her up and down. "You obviously think you're hot shit."
Maureen snorted. "And you don't?" she asked accusingly.
April didn't respond and Maureen smirked.
Mark started introducing around the room. "Maureen, this is Collins, and then Benny, and that's Roger." He paused, sensing that the two girls were not going to get along, before finally saying, "And that's April."
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"How'd you like my performance?" Maureen asked Mark after it was all over.
Mark looked at her. She was lying on her stomach eating strawberries from a small plastic container.
"It was good, but.uh.honestly?" Mark asked hesitantly.
"What?"
"I think you could do something better than that."
Maureen was curious. She stood up. "What do you mean?"
"You should do something that comes from the heart. That has meaning. Something that will affect the people watching in some way."
Maureen looked at him for a second. It was crazy, but he was actually making sense to her.
"You get what I mean?" Mark asked.
"Actually, I do," she answered.
Then she did something to him that she never, ever, in her entire life thought she would do to someone as dorky as Mark.
She kissed him.
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A week went by, and the two went on a few dates. Mark certainly wasn't Maureen's usual type, and to top it off, he was slightly younger than her. But she was strangely attracted to him anyway.
They walked inside together and Maureen noticed something that she had never heard in the loft before.
Silence.
"Where is everyone?" Maureen asked.
Mark thought for a second. "Collins is at the university, Benny is with him playing teacher's assistant, Roger and April are who-knows-where, but they're out."
"Are they coming back soon?" Something was egging at the back of Maureen's mind.
"I don't think so," Mark told her.
Maureen was silent for a moment, and then seemed to decide on something.
She started kissing him very deeply. Then she made a grab for his shirt.
Mark pulled away from her. "Maureen, what are you doing?"
Maureen put a hand on her hip. "Don't you find me attractive?"
"Yes, you're.very attractive."
"Then what's the problem?" Maureen was getting annoyed. She had waited a week for him. Maureen never waited a week.
Mark was getting nervous. "I-I just don't think we should be doing this."
"Why the fuck not?"
Mark's cheeks started turning pink. "I, uh.I'm.I-I.I'm." he gave up.
Maureen sighed. "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Mark's face was now completely red.
Maureen started massaging her temples. Then she spoke up, "Do you want to die a virgin?"
"No."
"Then you're going to have to do it sometime."
"I know that."
Maureen sighed. "Well then it's now or never, kiddo."
Mark looked at his feet for a second, and then looked back up. "You mean you still want to?"
Maureen shrugged, but it was more then that. It was his innocence that attracted her to him like a moth to light. That and something else.some indescribable quality that Mark had that for some reason made him irresistible to Maureen.
She gave him her sexiest smile. "I'll help you along."
A/N: It will probably be awhile before I get the sixth (and final!) chapter out. It's the longest, and I'm actually still working on it. I get horrible writer's block. And I actually want to turn this into something decent. But I figured maybe putting this much out will give me motivation to write. PLEASE give me comments. I don't mind criticism at all.