This chapter is dedicated to an awesome writer named Marks Girl who writes wonderful fics andbe on the look-out for our awesome story coming soon!
All my disclaimers from the first chapter still apply...dont sue me!
I know I promised this chapter would have Maureen, and it does...Kinda. I just really wanted to use Tara a little bit more before I concentrated on the Maureen Joanne goodness...
To the story...
Tara returned to the table only to realize that Joanne was completely oblivious to her presence.
"You okay, Jo?" She asked, worried about her friend. 'Maybe coming here hadn't been the best idea.' She thought to herself.
"Huh?" Joanne asked, snapping back into reality. "I'm fine, Tar." Joanne replied, turning away from the dance floor to face her friend. "I just got distracted."
"Who? Is she cute?" Tara asked searching around the dance floor.
"She's gone." Joanne answered. This was a positive sign Tara decided. Joanne hadnt even mentioned anyone since Aimee had taken off for the mid-west.
"She left?" Asked Tara, a little confused.
"No," Replied Joanne, sounding distracted."She dissapeared. I mean, well maybe, I don't know"
"She really did a number on you, Jo. Did you talk to her? What's her name?" Tara asked, finishing off the last sips of her Tom Collins.
"She was dancing and then somebody passed and she dissapeared." Joanne explained. "She might have left, I don't know."
" What did she look like?" Tara asked. A smile appeared on Joanne's face then as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. Joanne couldn't think about another person the way she had thought about Aimee, the pain was still very much there. But that girl, she had pushed every thought of Aimee away for the first time in as long as Joanne could remember.
"Well, she's white. She has brown curly hair and green eyes and is wearing a purple skirt" Joanne closed her eyes, the vision of the girl danced on her eyelids. She opened her eyes to see awide grinon Tara's face.
"She might not be as dissapeared as you think." Tara nodded to an area somewhere behind Joanne. Joanne spun her chair around only to find herselfface to face withfabric. Her eyes traveled up the clothing until they connected with a pair of emerald eyes.
"Hi." replied the owner of the eyes before looking towards Tara.
Tara smiled and stuck out her hand to the other woman."Hi, My name is Tara and I am straight." She said laughing. She then adressed Joanne." I am gonna be at the bar."
A few akward seconds passed before Joanne regained her bearings."Do you want to sit?"