Hey all! Well, I thought I'd try my hand at a one shot. This is the result. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT; that belongs to Jonathon Larson. The only character I do "own" is Claire, Joanne's secretary.
Joanne's POV
I can't believe her. I don't know how many times we've had this argument. Quiet frankly, I'm not sure how much more of this I can take of this. I don't think she really means to flirt with others, but still... I need to be with someone who I can count on and trust.
Maureen's POV
I can't believe she actually thinks I was flirting with that girl yesterday. My God, I was asking her where she got her rings! Doesn't Joanne know how much I love her? Damn it, if anything ever happened to her, fuck, I don't even want to think about it. I want to be with her so much, yet how can I be with someone who doesn't love me. I love her...how could I not? How could she not know that?
Joanne's POV
I had to get out of that apartment. I came to the office to escape, and get some work done. I've got a huge case I need to work on, but I'm too distracted. Right now, all I want to do is see Maureen again; I want to be with her so much.
Beep "Ms. Jefferson, you have a call waiting on line two."
"Thanks Claire." Well, better see who it is, "Hello?"
"Hi Pookie. Look, I'm sorry I was flirting with that girl yesterday." She continued, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "but Baby, you didn't even give me a chance to explain; I was only looking at her rings. I can't wait to see you again; you are coming home tonight, right?" I was speechless, I had so many feelings welled up inside me. "Baby, are you still there? Pookie please, say something..." I was only comprehending half of the words she was saying. Tears were spilling onto my cheeks, and I could tell from her voice that Maureen was crying also.
Maureen's POV
I called Joanne a little while ago. She answered but she didn't say anything. Eventually I hung up after telling her I loved her. Afterwards I went and sat on our bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I didn't even try to stop the salty streaming down my cheeks. If only she would have said something. God, I hope she comes home. I'm not sure what I would do without her. She means so much to me. I hope she comes home.
Joanne's POV
I sat at my desk for awhile, not really doing anything except the tears escape my eyes. Of course I would go home; I wanted to leave work so badly. I knew, however, that Claire would stop me and question my tear-stained face. The last thing that I wanted to do was talk to someone about our fight. That would make it real, and that was something I didn't want. I composed my self, and wiped my cheeks where my tears had run. I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. "Leaving for the day?" Claire asked me. I only nodded and continued walking. Damn it, why did I always wear heels to work, I could get home and see Maureen faster if I hadn't.
Finally I reached our apartment. I opened the door quietly, and stepped in. Our bedroom door was closed. I removed my shoes, and approached the door. I imagined what I would find behind it. I turned the knob and the door swung slowly open. Maureen looked up. When she saw me she jumped off the bed and sprang onto me, hugging me. Her make-up was a mess, but I didn't really care. I was back with her; that was all that mattered. She slowly released me, and looked up. "Are you staying?" Her voice was pleading me. I kissed her on the forehead, "Of course I'm staying. Maureen, I love you." "I love you too," and that was all I needed to hear.
THE END
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