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Notes: This is about Maureen and how HARD the bohemian life style is for her. Read to find out. Read the note on the first chapter to understand why this is completely not connected to the last chapter. Yep. Reviews are always loved.

"OH! This is just terrible! I don't think I can take much more!" Maureen moaned, hand on her forehead.

"Maureen? Maureen, what's wrong?" A very concerned Mark asked his girlfriend, sitting beside her. Him and Roger just walked through the door.

"Yeah Mo, why the bitch fit?" Roger asked, flopping down in the chair next to them.

"I can't take much more of this!" She whined, now fanning herself.

"Maureen! What happened?" Demanded Mark.

"You just... you had to see it! YOU HAD TO BE HERE!" She cried, "IT WAS HORRIBLE!"

Roger sat up, now a bit concerned. "Did someone break in?"

"Worse," Sobbed Maureen, holding her forehead as if she was going to faint.

"What?" Both the boys asked in unison and Mark gathered her into his arms. "Tell me about it. Please."

"C-Can I show you instead? It's just too wretched!" Maureen groaned, going limp in her boyfriend's arms.

"Yes," He said soothingly and looked over at Roger. This was serious.

Maureen pointed to the refrigerator and Roger was the one to hop up. "In there?" He asked, walking over to it while Mark cuddled Maureen.

She nodded and hid her face in Mark's shoulder.

Roger open the door to their fridge and looked inside with caution. All he saw was a carton of turned-over milk, which was splattered all over the inside. "What the hell?" He growled, "Is this what upset you?"

Maureen nodded and whimpered.

"MAUREEN!" Both of them yelled, now angry.

Maureen flinched and wiped a tear off of her cheek. Reaching to her other side, she held up a box of Coco-Puffs. "I-I-I hate them without milk." Sobbing again, she threw the box down and hid her face in her hands.

"Mark, she's lost it." Roger muttered, slamming the fridge door and walking back to his chair.

Mark looked at him and sighed. "I... I don't blame her. I don't like 'em without milk either."

Roger groaned.