I don't own any of the Rent characters except for Gwen and Jesse. I hope you guys review! Enjoy!
"Maureen…" Joanne shook Maureen's shoulder. "Honey wake up…"
Maureen grunted and covered her head with a pillow. "I'm sleeping." Said Maureen, her voice muffled from under the pillow.
"Well fine. I'm going to work." Joanne walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. She had a major hangover from the night before, but she knew she had to be at work so she simply ignored the fact that her head was pounding.
At work Joanne sat quietly at the desk. She counted down the minutes until her lunch break, when she'd be able to take an hour nap. She rubbed her eyes. I am never drinking again. She thought to herself, yawning loudly.
Meanwhile
Mark strolled casually down Avenue A, humming to himself, as he looked for a filming opportunity. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, causing his glasses to slide down his nose.
"Mark!" Came a familiar voice. He turned around, and his glasses fell off.
His vision was terribly blurred, he swore loudly as he felt around for his glasses. Then a figure stopped in front of him and picked up his glasses. He grabbed them and put them on. "Oh…hey Gwen." He said monotonously.
"Sorry about last night…I had to get home…" She said smiling slightly. She ran her fingers through her long hair.
Mark knew Gwen was actually Gavin, but didn't mention it. "Don't worry about it. I left right after you did anyways." He said smiling awkwardly.
"Would you like to go get some coffee or something?" She asked. "My treat." She added, seeing Mark frown.
"Uh…well…" Mark stuttered. "I guess a coffee wouldn't hurt."
Gwen was delighted. "Oh goody!" She said in her less than feminine voice. She grabbed his hand and tugged lightly.
Mark allowed himself to be dragged up the street to the Life Café. Of all places. Mark frowned when they walked into the café, he hoped no one he knew would be there. Gwen sat down in a booth, and Mark sat across from her. She smiled sweetly as she ordered two coffees.
"So Mark, what do you do for a living?" She asked conversationally.
"I'm a film maker. What about you?" He asked.
"I…" She trailed off for a minute. "I just help people."
"Help people?" Mark gave her a quizzical expression.
"Yeah." She said curtly. He knew she wanted to get off the topic so he tried to think of something to say.
"So you know the bartender at that club form last night?" He asked.
"My uncle." She replied.
Well that would explain why he knew Gwen was actually Gavin. "That's kind of cool, I guess you can get free drinks then. I actually talked to him when you left." Mark said smiling at Gwen.
"What…what did he say?" She asked, looking slightly nervous.
"Why do you want to know? Are you not telling me something?" Mark asked as politely as he could.
"Uh…" She looked down and sighed loudly. "If I tell you, will you still want to be friends?"
"Of course." Mark said, putting his hand on hers. What the fuck? I'm not gay. He thought.
"Well…the thing is…" She said softly. "I really like you, we just met, and I know you are a great guy." She was just wasting time now. "And…" She took a deep breath. "My real name is Gavin." She said barely above a whisper. "I'm a guy."
It's true. I kind of like her, does that make me gay? "Is that all?" He asked smiling. That had better be all.
"You don't care?" She asked, bewildered.
"You a nice person. I would love to be friends with you. I really wish I could stay here longer, but I have some footage that I need for my film. Call me later." He said writing his cell phone number on a napkin. "Bye."
Gwen grinned broadly. "I will…bye Mark." She watched him leave and sighed dreamily. "Finally…"
