Ok, sorry guys this one took a little longer for me to update than usual...but it's just been a crazy mess around here. Plus, I like literally rewrote this ch four times because I never liked how it ended up coming out and whatnot. Finally though I think I came up with something I like, I hope you guys like it. But thanks for everyone who reviewed, much appreciated! And enjoy!

(Joanne's POV)

I started dialing my phone not even realizing who I had called until I heard the answering machine pick up hearing Mark's voice come over my phone. I didn't even leave a message; I needed to talk to someone, not an answering machine.

I sat down on the bed, trying to collect my thoughts. Kristin had completely caught me off guard with this; we had talked awhile back about it, but nothing too serious on the topic. Apparently though she was being more serious about it than I was at the time. I've been engaged before and it didn't turn out so well, for awhile anyway. I don't want to get engaged to Kristin and then have it just cause problems for us.

I looked at my cell phone realizing that by now Kristin's plane would be getting ready to take off, so her phone would be turned off. I at least needed to call and leave her a voicemail; I don't want her to worry about me freaking out about this. So I quickly dialed Kristin's number, immediately getting sent to her voicemail. "Hey Kristin, I love you, we'll talk when I get home." There now at least she'll know that I got the note and that I'm not completely going spastic now. But still I need to talk to someone about this.

I took a deep breath as I started dialing her number. I wasn't even sure if this was still her number; but it's the last one I know of and right now it's worth a shot. With every ring my heart pumped harder and faster; I was getting butterflies in my stomach. I was ready to hang up the phone when I heard a voice come through my phone.

"Hello?" she curiously answered.

"Maureen?" I questioned.

"Sorry no, you must have the wrong number," the woman politely responded.

"Oh sorry ma'am, my mistake," I apologized as I hung up the phone.

I collapsed on the floor, crying into my hands. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I should or wanted to be feeling about Kristin or Maureen. I need to talk to someone so bad, I need someone to listen. Somehow I needed to sort my feelings out for the two of them. Right now though I just wanted to cry; release all these emotions that I have kept bottled up. After I cried a little while longer, I got an idea, I knew exactly who I wanted to talk to; I was quickly cleaning myself up and heading out of the hotel.

About fifteen minutes later, I placed a rose on each of their graves as I sat down on a bench nearby, facing them all. There they all were; four of the best friends I've ever known. Collins, Angel, Mimi, and Roger's graves all lined up in front of me; a reminder of how short someone's life can be yet so full of happiness, passion, and love.

"I'm so sorry you guys," I began, the tears immediately welling up in my eyes, "I should have stayed, or at least called. I should have been here for you guys," I continued to ramble, "you all were the greatest friends I could have asked for and look how I went and treated each of you. Please know that I love each of you!"

"They know," I heard a soft voice respond from behind me. I turned around to see Maureen standing behind me. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks and scooted over on the bench motioning for her to join me.

We both just sat there, staring at the graves. Tears were now freely running down my face. I felt so vulnerable sitting there in the cemetery crying like that, but just having Maureen sitting beside me made me feel safe. I slowly turned my head to look at her, noticing she too had tears trailing down her cheeks. I reached over wiping a tear from her cheek as I began talking to her.

"I'm sorry," I quietly spoke.

"For what?" not moving her eyes from the graves.

"For yelling at you in the bathroom," I began, "I shouldn't have done that."

She now turned to look at me, "you have ever right to be mad at me Joanne," she sighed, "I shouldn't have even went in there to make sure you were ok, that's your girlfriend's job." Her eyes went immediately back to the graves, but I caught the hint of pain that had entered into them before she turned away.

"Maybe, but…" I trailed off, trying to find the courage to tell her about my feeling for her and to tell her about Kristin asking me to marry her.

"Did you feel that," she interrupted, "I think it's starting to rain."

And before I could even respond it began down pouring. We both screamed and started running out of the cemetery. I'm not sure where I was running to though, there wasn't any shelter anywhere by that I could see.

"This way," Maureen screamed as she ran over to me grabbing a hold of my hand. I smiled as she laced her fingers in mine; running along side her to the subway station.

We made it down into the subway, both us completely soaked. Both of us were laughing, make some sort of attempt to dry off somewhat.

"Hey Maureen," I softly began, "I'd really like to talk," I paused, and then nervously continued, "you want to come back to my hotel with me. I think we have a lot we need to talk about." My eyes were searching hers, looking for any sign of any type of emotion.

"Yeah," she nodded.

When we made it back to the hotel I grabbed some dry clothes for both Maureen and myself. I went into the bathroom to change and to also gather my courage to actually sit down and talk to her. I was so nervous; I mean it's been five years since I've talked to this woman, I don't even know where to start. I paced the bathroom trying to come up with what to say in my head. I must have been in there quite awhile because Maureen was soon knocking on the door asking me if I was ok.

"Sorry," I apologized as I slowly opened the door following Maureen into the living room.

We sat down on opposite ends of the couch, just staring at each other. Both of us were obviously nervous at the moment.

"Um, thanks for the dry clothes," Maureen finally said breaking the silence.

"Oh no problem," I shrugged. I took a deep breath then continued, "look Maureen I really needed to talk to you about something."

"Of course Joanne anything," she replied.

"Well," I was becoming so nervous I was finding it hard to formulate words. "The reason…first off…I guess I should probably tell you…umm, Maureen…" I was rambling trying to figure where I should start and how to tell her.

"Joanne, tell me what's wrong?" she worriedly asked.

"Kristin asked me to marry her," I bluntly spouted.

Complete shock came over Maureen's face. Her jaw literally fell open, her eyes widened, and I swear I could see tears forming. "What did you say," she mumbled, her eyes fixated on her hands playing with the fringe on the pillow.

"I haven't given her an answer yet," I quietly answered her.

"Why not?" she asked, slowly lifting her eyes up to meet mine.

"Because she's not you."

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