Chapter Three

"Maureen...don't you think you should go apologize to Joanne?"Mark asked, running down the sidewalk after Maureen. She was angry, which meant she was walking at about 50 miles per hour, making it virtually impossible for any normal person to keep up with her...

"For what?"Maureen growled.

"Well, wasn't it kind of out of line for you to, you know...use 'pookie' and everything?" Mark asked.

"I was just proving my point. Now are you here to lecture me on my relationship or film your documentary?"Maureen asked.

"Right..."Mark sighed, picking up his camera and winding it up. He ran after Maureen, trying as hard as he could to keep the camera on her...

"Er, Maureen? Could you maybe slow down a little, it's kind of hard to film when you're walking so fast..."Maureen suddenly came to a direct halt, and Mark walked into her, the camera bashing him in the face.

"Ow..."he moaned. "Hey, why did you stop?"

"Come on. I need to show you something."

"Ta-dah!"Maureen cried. Mark looked around...

"We're...at the park,"he said, rather confused.

"This is where I met Angel!"Maureen replied.

"Oh! Er...cool!"Mark said, though still non understanding what this had to do with his documentary...

"I remember the exact day...she was there, playing that bucket of hers, back before she started dressing up...some jerks were laughing at her...so I went over to defend her, you know, that's what I do...but she stood up, and she told me 'Thanks honey. But I can take caer of them myself.' So I backed off...and she did take care of them, but not with words. She just...played. You know, faster and faster, swinging her arms all around, making all these weird noises...and I tell you, it got to them. They took off about two minutes later. I will never understand how she did that...but it was something I'll never forget."Maureen was gazing over at a certain spot, smiling. The sun was shining down on her, making her smile look even more beautiful. Mark was so caught up in the beauty of the moment, that when his film stopped rolling he jumped a little. Maureen snapped out of her trance, turning back to Mark.

"Whenever I feel sad, or angry, I always come to this spot. It reminds me of Angel and... well, that makes me feel better,"she admitted. Mark was surprised to see the glimmer of tears in Maureen's eyes. He couldn't recall ever seeing her cry before. He put his camera down, and pulled Maureen into a hug.

"Hey...I understand. It's...it's really nice,"he whispered. Maureen pulled back, wiping her eyes.

"Sorry...about that..."she sniffed. Mark rummaged through his coat pocket, and pulled out a little tissue.

"Here, it's fine,"he said. Maureen wiped her eyes, smiling over at Mark.

"Thanks. I don't usually fall apart like that...I guess I just kind of feel more comfortable around you,"she said.

"Really? Why is that?"Mark asked. Maureen shrugged, as they began walking again.

"I don't know. There's just something about you, I guess,"she replied vaguely. Mark grinned a little to himself.

"Well, you know I'm always there for you,"he said.

"Yeah. I know. That's what I love about you, Marky!"Maureen said, returning to her old self and hugging Mark. Mark felt that odd sensation again...

"So...what else goes on in an average day in the life of Maureen?"he asked. Maureen grinned.

"Follow me and you'll find out!"

So Mark followed Maureen all around the city as she harassed tourists, climbed up onto all sorts of things she shouldn't be climbing onto, and yelled protests loudly at random times against random things like smoking and McDonald's. At the end of the day, she took him downtown to the Café for dinner.

"My treat,"she assured him.

"You've got the money?"Mark checked.

"As a matter of fact, I do,"Maureen replied. "Performing can pay off, you know."The waiter came over to them...and stopped, eyes widening.

"Ohhhh no...no! Not you people again!"he cried.

"Relax, it's just the two of us this time,"Mark assured him. The waiter frowned.

"Yeah, it's you two I worry about...stay off the table this time, okay? And keep your pants on..."he snapped.

"Sure thing,"Mark agreed. The waiter grabbed a couple of menus.

"Are you two here on a date or something?"he asked.

"Oh, no-"Mark began.

"Yeah, so we want a really good seat. You know...private,"Maureen interrupted, winking a little when she said 'private'.

"Whatever you say..."the waiter sighed, rolling his eyes and leading them over to a small table for two in the corner. Mark turned to Maureen as the waiter walked away.

"Why did you tell him we were on a date?"he hissed nervously.

"I wanted the better seats! Jeeze, don't you ever joke around any more, Cohen?"Maureen replied, grinning. Mark laughed. He had a very giddy feeling about him, and he wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was the fact that he had actually had fun that day, or maybe...

"Maureen?"Mark and Maureen both looked up to see none other than...

"Joanne!"Maureen cried, standing up immediately. Joanne was scowling at Maureen, shaking her head.

"That's it...this is the LAST straw!"she muttered angrily.

"Joanne! Stop! Just let me explain..."Maureen cried, jumping up and running after her.

"No! I'm tired of your 'explanations'! You promised me you would commit to this relationship, Maureen!"Joanne shouted.

"I did commit! Mark and I were just working on his movie!"Maureen cried.

"Didn't look like you were making much of movie here on a DATE with your ex!"Joanne pointed out.

"I'M A LESBIAN, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"Maureen screeched. Half the people in the restaurant were staring now. The waiter sighed, shaking his head.

"I knew this was a mistake..."he muttered.

"Maureen, all I asked from you out of this relationship was commitment. And you can't even pretend to give me that!"Joanne growled.

"Commitment is a lot to ask for, Joanne! And I did give it to you. I'm sorry if you can't trust me, but I've been doing my best!"Maureen replied sternly.

"If you're trying so hard then why are you here on a date with a boy who's head over heels for you?"Joanne demanded. Mark turned bright red, shrinking down in his seat, but Maureen just laughed harshly.

"Please! Do you realize how crazy you sound? I'm sorry if you don't like me hanging out with Mark, but he's my friend! Can't you trust me to be friends with someone that I've had a relationship with?"Maureen asked pleadingly. Joanne shook her head sadly.

"I don't know...can I?"she asked. And she turned, walking towards the door.

"Joanne! Joanne, cut this out! Don't go!"Maureen called, walking after her.

"I'm gone Maureen,"Joanne replied sadly. And she walked from the restaurant.

"Joanne! Please!"Maureen cried pathetically. But Joanne had left the restaurant, and was already halfway down the street.

"JOANNE!"Maureen screeched, bursting out the door and running after Joanne. Everyone was now gawking at poor Mark, who was standing all alone at the table.

"Thanks a lot, pal,"the waiter grumbled. Mark sighed, handing him all the money he had (about $5), then he grabbed his camera, and slowly followed the other two out of the restaurant.

Thanks for all your reviews, I'm glad you guys like this story!(wasn't the movie AWESOME? I'm seeing it for the 2nd time tomorrow!)If I knew how to put this into a RENT section I would, but I can't figure it out for the life of me...let me know if you have anything I should fix, keep the feedback coming!