Sorry this is short. But I've got a nice and long Mark coming up I think you'll enjoy

DISCLAIMER: don't own RENT

MAUREEN

When we stepped out of the cab, we were all in shock. We stood in front of the house, dumbfounded.

It was two stories, a pink brick and a beautiful gray roof. The house was huge, a mansion and (the sad part) one of the SMALLER houses in the neighborhood. We couldn't believe our eyes. We were standing in front of the house that would be ours for the next three months.

"Oh...my god," I uttered.

"Collins…"

"Yeah?"

"How big is this thing?"

"It has four bedrooms," Collins said. We all turned at him. I saw him looking uneasy.

"Upstairs."

Silence.

And it wasn't that awkward silence. The "Oh-My-Gawd" silence that was reoccurring over and over again.

"Holy…shit," Roger muttered.

"Uh…"

"Can we go near it?" Mark asked.

"We can go in it," Collins told him. Mark seemed shocked that we could even step inside of it.

"Is the key golden with diamonds or something?" Roger asked Collins. Collins pulled the key out of his pocket.

"No."

"Can we go in it?" Mark asked again. I looked at him and kissed his neck.

"Pookie, can go in it now," I told him. I moved him towards it, but he was frozen in one spot. Still in utter shock that we were going to live this mansion.

"Can't we stand and admire it for a little bit?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"Come on."

"Well, since we have a couple with us. I think it is only far they get the master bedroom," Collins told us. Mark looked at him.

"Collins…it's your house. You sleep…"

"No. I'm just fine sleeping upstairs. Roger and I won't have to listen to you two anymore," Collins told us.

"Collins. You know you like listening to us," I told him.

"No, I really don't," he replied.

"Ditto," Roger responded.

Mark still refused to take it. "No, Collins…"

"For god's sake Mark, Collins wants us to take the master, so we'll take it," I told him. Mark looked at me and I grinned at Collins. "Thank you Collins," I told him.

He smiled.

"No problem Mrs. Cohen."

I glared at him.

He laughed. "What? Just practicing."

I looked at him. "Practicing what?"

There was silence as Mark shifted his feet. I suddenly understood.

"Collins, Maureen and I are not engaged!" Mark exclaimed.

Collins laughed. "Right now you aren't…"

I ignored Collins. Collins tends to joke around like that. He liked to find a target and poke fun at that target. Usually he picked on Roger, who just completely blew him off. But he liked to pick at me, because I always responded. I always made a big deal out of everything and Collins loved that feeling.

The side effects of being a Drama Queen.

Why didn't they put that on the job description?

"Come on Mark. Let's go check the master out…" I whispered to him.

I ran into the master and jumped on the bed and felt the second greatest emotion in the world.

"OH my god!"

"What?" Mark asked me.

"It's a waterbed!"

So it sucks. Big deal. The next Maureen is gonna be kick ass, because Maureen is my best character and I'm just a little bit…uh….ready for my chapter to be written in a novel I'm sharing with my friend.

And I wanted to get Chapter 4 up too.