A/N: Ok, since no one guessed the ABC mother from the last chapter, I will give you another hint. Her first name is Emily. She is on ABC family. She reminds me of Mrs. Jefferson. Tell me her last name, and what show she's from, and you get the next chapter dedicated to you. Now, on with the story!
The car ride home was silent, except for the angry glares of Mrs. Jefferson, which spoke a thousand words. They said, 'I really have it in for you now Maureen Johnson.' Maureen didn't like those looks, but in a way, she found them challenging. And Maureen Johnson never passed up a challenge.
They finally got home to the sound of beeping on the answering machine. Mr. Jefferson pressed the button.
"Hi, this is Mark Cohen, Maureen and Joanne's friend."
"MARKY!" yelled Maureen.
"Apparently, your apartment is infested with bugs. We forgot you were at Joanne's parent's house, and when Roger and I walked in with the key you gave us, there were roaches everywhere. Roger called the exterminator, and he's over there trying to get the bugs out. He said it's probably going to be an overnight job, so you're going to have to stay there until tomorrow. See you then, bye." The machine clicked off.
"You gave your friends a key to your apartment, and not your own parents Joanne?" said Mrs. Jefferson. "That's quite irresponsible."
"Woohoo! A night at the Jefferson's'!" said Maureen. "Hey, do you guys got any beer?"
"No we do not, and I have had enough of you Maureen Johnson! You are not staying in my house overnight!" said Mrs. Jefferson. "Joanne, you are welcome to stay as long as you'd like, but Maureen is not staying in my house another second!"
"Honey, let me talk to you," said Mr. Jefferson. "It's really not fair to kick her out like that."
"After what she has put me through, I most defiantly think it is," she said.
"Oh come on, Jeffy," said Maureen. "Let me stay. It'll be fun. Like a sleeeeeepover!"
"Go find a hotel you slut," said Mrs. Jefferson.
"Come here now Fiona!" said Mr. Jefferson. Mrs. Jefferson walked angrily into the other room with Mr. Jefferson.
"How could you Maureen?" said Joanne. "You know this night was supposed to help your relationship with my mother! But it just ruined what was left of it!"
"Whoa, you're hot. Have we met?" said Maureen.
"Yes, we have. And you know what? You better not come crying to me when you have a hangover from hell tomorrow morning," said Joanne.
"I wanna lick you," said Maureen stumbling over her words.
"That's it Maureen. I quit. We are done," said Joanne.
"Aw, don't leave me Jo! You said we would have fun tonight!" said Maureen.
Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson came back from the other room, and Mrs. Jefferson stomped up the stairs.
"Maureen, you can stay, but only if you and Joanne stay in separate beds," said Mr. Jefferson.
"That's a great idea Dad," said Joanne. "That's just what we need right now."
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Maureen lay on the couch uncomfortably. The couch was so damn itchy, and the blanket was even more so. What did she do to deserve this? Oh yes, now she remembered the night. Her plan had gone beautifully. It was the icing on the cake when Mark called about the fake roaches. Maureen chuckled to herself. Perfect. Mrs. Jefferson would finally leave them alone. But then, she remembered what Joanne had said to her just an hour before. Shit. She suddenly felt empty. How could she have let this happen? She loved Joanne. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. Wait, did she just say she loved Joanne? Yea, maybe she did love her. She couldn't take it anymore.
Maureen got out of bed and walked up the stairs to the guest bedroom. She opened the door quietly. There was Joanne, sleeping. Maureen loved to watch her sleep. She climbed into the bed, and snuggled close to Joanne.
"What are you doing?" Joanne said pulling away.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't want things to turn out like this. I just wanted your mother to leave us alone. Would you please forgive me?" asked Maureen.
"Maureen, you know I love you, but you were way out of hand tonight. I'm going to have to think about it," said Joanne. Maureen kissed her passionately on the lips. Joanne kissed back. The bed creaked and the sheets rustled. After about 10 minutes, both women were gasping for air.
"Do you forgive me now?" asked Maureen.
"What do you think?" asked Joanne playfully. Joanne was just about to take off Maureen's shirt, when the light clicked on.
"Maureen Johnson, you get out of my house right now," said the voice of Mrs. Jefferson.
Maureen and Joanne stood up. Maureen started to walk out of the room, when Joanne said, "Maureen wait."
"No Joanne, let her go," said Mrs. Jefferson. "And I don't ever want her to come back again. She's a dirty little whore, who can't keep her filthy hands to herself. I've always hated you Maureen, from the moment I saw you, and the only reason you are here tonight, was because my family members talked me into it. I've had enough of you. I hope I never see you again bitch."
"I hate you," Joanne whispered.
"What was that Joanne?" asked Mrs. Jefferson.
"There's only one bitch here, and it's you Mom," said Joanne.
"That's right," said Maureen.
"Joanne, I forbid you to date Maureen any longer," said Mrs. Jefferson. "She's rubbing off on you."
"No, you can't tell me what to do Mom," said Joanne.
"Joanne, it's either me, or the slut," said Mrs. Jefferson. "Choose."
"You're my baby Joanne," said Maureen. "I love you."
"That's bullshit," said Mrs. Jefferson. "You're my baby. I love you."
There was a long silence. Maureen stared at Joanne, Mrs. Jefferson stared at Joanne, and Joanne stared at the smelly cat that just walked in. Mittens was back. Suddenly, Joanne figured out everything. Her mother had always been a bitch, and she never noticed it, until Maureen showed her.
"I choose Maureen," said Joanne.
Mrs. Jefferson gasped. Maureen smiled. Mittens meowed.
A/N: Believe it or not, it's not the end of the story. More chapters to come! Another hint, for the mother thing, her daughter's name is Lorelei. That was a BIG hint. Ok, so review!
