Chapter 2

Maureen's POV

It's almost a new year! YAY! But in between my sets and with Joanne at the office, what the hell am I going to do? I have an idea! Why don't I go pay my Marky a visit.

Grabbing my coat, I skipped merrily to my former home to my favorite song, 'Over the Moon'. I love my song! And since my Marky filmed it, maybe he'll let me watch it.

I got to the apartment and let myself in. Very few people lock their doors in Alphabet City. I mean, people care more about grams of heroin than about actual possessions. I saw Roger on the couch playing his guitar.

"Hello there my little broody rocker." Roger! Oh man, what a cutie!

He gave me a little wave. "Hey Maureen."

"Is the video of my performance ready yet?"

He shrugged. "I think so." Turning back to his guitar, he quickly forgot about me.

Whatever. I entered Mark's room slid the film into the projector. Wow, I guess I learned something about film from him. I rewound it and started the movie.

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Is that Joanne and Mark? No it can't be. They're...kissing. I watched their lips meet; their mouths hungry for one another's flesh. The way the looked at each other. "Oye vey!"

This is not the Joanne I know. One who was so down to earth and understanding. One who was willing to help me in anyway I can. THE JOANNE I KNOW IS A DYKE! Jesus Christ!

And Mark. My sweet, adorable Mark. I thought your camera was your love. Why did you let her play with you like that!

Holy shit! I do that!

Propping a pillow up against the bedpost, I watched the entire event. I couldn't help but laugh when Mark got kicked with a violent Doc Marten. He deserved it. That bastard!

And they're facial expressions! What the fuck! I don't get it! I mean, I know Mark's good in bed, hell he's great, but I thought Joanne hated him. That did NOT look like hatred.

Joanne: Mark.

Mark: Yeah.

Joanne: If you tell anyone about this, especially Maureen, I'll castrate you.

I turned off the projector. "Okay," I told the television, "I understand I haven't been the best to you. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you. But that is no reason to sleep with Mark. Why Joanne? I know that I'm a screw up. But I still love you."

Wait a minute! If that snobby socialite bitch thinks she can cheat on me and still have me, she's got another thing coming!

Darting out of the room, I saw THEM! Just sitting there like nothing happened listening to Roger pluck out some out of tune notes on his crappy guitar. That boy should use some of his drug money to get a new guitar.

It's one thing to just have sex with someone and be awkward towards them, but there was no awkwardness. NONE! Are they still...I shudder to think what really has been happening all this time.

I think I'll mess with both of them. I'll play with my puppets of sex and intrigue. First I'll play with them separately and then I'll make sure they'll never want to see each other again.

It'll be a protest. Yeah, that's it! A protest. Benny wants to break ground soon for his Cyberarts Studio. That's it! I'll protest the ground breaking. Mark will shoot it and Joanne will direct it. Then I'll fuck them over! Oh what a tangled web I'll weave. Now all I gotta do is learn how to weave.