Hello everybody! Sorry I don't update often. Things have been really crazy with school since I take the hardest courses. I also have various chapters ready, but need to type all of them up (I have written my stuff in notebooks). Hope you love Maureen's craziness!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Rent. I do however float away to Rentland often.

CHAPTER 2

Maureen lay awake-completely still-next to her girlfriend. She could not stop thinking about the movie.

"Pookie, do you think the apartment will get back at me? You know! For clonking my boots on the floors all the time and stuff?"

Joanne quietly snored in response.

"Pookie! Answer me!" Maureen squealed, shaking Joanne awake.

Lightning struck. Volcanoes erupted. Oceans boiled. Hail the size of mini-vans came down. Birds lost their instinct sense of direction. People spontaneously combusted.

Well, I'm not sure if a few of those are scientifically accurate, but Joanne was none to pleased.

"Hon-ey-bear," said Joanne through clenched teeth, "Why have you woken me up at 2 AM?!"

"Well, I just wanted to know if you think the apartment is going to try to get back at me,"

Joanne just glared at her crazed girlfriend.

"Do you?" asked Maureen.

Joanne took a deep breath in and out.

"Okay. Maureen, the apartment will not 'get back at you', but I might if you don't let me get some sleep. Goodnight."

Joanne rolled over and closed her eyes.

SQUEAK!

"Honeybear! Please don't squeak."

"That wasn't me, Joanne," said Maureen, sitting straight up and wide-eyed, "That wasn't me."

"Probably just someone upstairs. Whatever. Goodnight."

SQUEAK!

"Pookie...I-I think its coming from the kitchen."

"Maureen..." whined Joanne, sitting up, realizing there was no hope in sleep.

SQUEAK!

"It's coming from the kitchen. Pookie! It must be the fridge! Its angry at me for slamming its door all the time!"

"Honeybear, the fridge isn't alive."

SQUEAK!

"There it is again! The fridge or something!"

"Maureen...you know what? Why don't we go into the kitchen and I'll show you that the fridge didn't just sneeze?"

"Cough."

"Whatever."

Maureen contemplated her options.

"Alright, but first I'm getting some protective gear."

Joanne rolled her eyes as Maureen disappeared into the closet. She emerged with knee pads, elbow pads, a football helmet, and a teddy bear.

"Are you ready, Maureen?"

"Yes," she gulped.

"Fine. Now come with me and I'll show you that the house isn't coming alive."

They walked into the kitchen, or at least Joanne did. Maureen cowered behind Joanne's back.

"Look," said Joanne examining the fridge and opening up the random compartments, "nothing alive about it."

SQUEAK!

"It came from behind it!" squealed Maureen.

"Yea," said Joanne, slightly confused, "It did."

Joanne pushed the fridge over a bit and they both screamed at the sight.

I'm going to withhold the answer until I get reviews.