Okay I was going to do another "Game" chapter but I don't own the game Joanne (yes, she's next) is bringing, so I'm updating here. I also had MUCHO GRANDE writer's block, but, for some reason, gum tends to cure it, so I wrote this. It's still pretty short, though.

I bought Anthony Rapp's Without You today. There's an itty bitty reference in here.I bet mostpeople won't find it. BonusPoints, though, if you can tell me what the song's called.

I don'town RENT. Or emotion.

Where am I going? What am I doing? I'm running down the stairs, hearing Maureen on the level above me.

I have to go.

He's probably out of the shower by now. Dressed, too. Chasing Maureen and me down the stairs, confused. That's his voice.

"Where're you going?" he shouts as the weak October sunlight reaches my eyes. I squint and keep running until his beautiful voice is only an echo in my ears. I walk, catching my breath.

My heart is pounding in my ears. I can't think straight.

This isn't really happening. That fabric in my hands that carries his scent is not really there.

I clutch the striped scarf to my chest. What? Striped scarf? That's not mine! That's...

I'm losing my mind.

This is much too much for me. I need to do something. I subconsiously turn, headed for the cemetary. Somehow, my feet seem to know me better than I do.

"Yes, we'll talk to Angel..." I say.

I am losing my mind. Talking to your shoes?

Positive thinking...

It's probably just a phase, like little girls and horses. In a few days I'll be hopelessly in love with Maureen again. Maureen - I love her to death. I love her I love her I love...

him.

Soon I'm in front of Angel's gravestone. "Hey," I whisper. What now? This really seems stupid. Suddenly, Angel's warm face is in my head, smiling that smile. The wind brushes past my ears, Hey, Honey. Something wrong?

"Yes..." I manage, closing my eyes to see my friend clearer, forgetting how peculiar I must look. She only smiles again. Tell me.

Her softvoice unclamps something in my heart and my words come as I think them. "It's...Mark. I...I think I...love him." I say, so soft I can barely hear myself. I don't want them to be, but I know my words are true. In her eyes is a look of knowing, she's been watching us closely. What's wrong, then?

My brain tries to tell my mouth to form my words but they don't seem be working. "I...can't...Maureen...I'm not..." She nods her head. It's alright. You can love him.

"Yes...I...suppose I can..." I say without thinking. "But Maureen..." She'll be okay... Her words sound so wrong but I somehow believe them.

"I love her but..." I expect her to interrupt me, but she only looks at my face, listening. "...I love him more." She smiles and nods as I open my eyes and look at the sky. "I love him." I whisper to myself, wrapping his scarf around my neck.In the distance I can hear traffic, sirens, bycycles. "I love him." I say louder, stronger. The bycycle is getting close. "I love him!" I finally shout.

Behind me there is a screech of rubber tires and dead silence.

I'm not going to do another Mark chapter where he sees exactly the same thing, but it's going to be happening at the same time Joanne's "realization" is. I really like my ending to this chapter and it won't work if Mark's chapter isn't going on while Joanne's is.

Um, if you don't know. The bycycle is Mark's. He's riding his bike, kay? That part's kinda important.

Reveiws keep me alive!