AU
I haven't had much inspiration for this story, so I've had writers block. Sorry for the short chapter.
I do not own RENT
Some characters maybe OOC
A month later Joanne was having a good time with her new friends, Angel and her practice their music in Angel and Mimi's room. A place where Joanne seemed to be spending more and more time.
It wasn't like she disliked her room, her bed was quite a nice area. It was that Élénore and her loud, drawer searching friend were always in there. Joanne had to even gotten locks for the drawers!
Joanne wasn't very shocked when she found out that Angel was really man, she found it kind of cool. Even asked if she could show her how to fix her makeup.
On one rare day that Élénore and Maureen weren't in the room, Joanne was working on her essay. She hadn't texted her friends back home for a while but she was oddly fine with it. She had new friends.
Her new friends were her best friends, Joanne had decided. They weren't boy crazy and texted using full sentences like real people who had a concept of the English language.
Music was harder than it had been at her old school, but Joanne liked a challenge. Challenges made you a better, more rounded person in her point of view.
Her English essay was almost done when Maureen walked into the room. Without Élénore.
"Hello Harvard!" Maureen said with a grin as she shut the door loudly behind herself and climbed up onto Élénore's bed and leaned back as though she owned the place. She started to scroll through her iPod when she looked up to see Joanne staring at her. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
Joanne snorted in amusement. "No, just wondering what you're doing in this room… it isn't your room,"
"I know that. I have a key though, Élénore got me one," Maureen winked and Joanne internally groaned. Great, now she could get into the room whenever she wanted. Just what Joanne needed in life. "Don't act so sad, I'll knock first,"
"You didn't knock first," Joanne point out.
"A first time fluke. Scouts honour," Maureen put her hand over her heart. Joanne rolled her eyes, she highly doubted that Maureen was ever a girl guide. She was not the type. "Now what are you staring at?"
Joanne didn't want to admit that she thought Maureen was pretty. Nope, not going to happen.
"Your hair is out of place," Joanne stated before going back to her essay and attempting to ignore the girl that seemed to just demand attention with her presence.
It was hard to write though, with Maureen chewing her gum loudly and her nails clicking away on her IPod.
"If you aren't going to be quiet, please leave," Joanne said suddenly. "I need to get this essay done,"
Maureen rolled her eyes but actually complied with Joanne's wish and left the room, only before saying; "One day, you'll be begging for my presence."