A/N: My gaahd. So very busy. But, I finally updated! Yaay! Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to MooWitMe324 for guessing the other mother I'm basing Mrs. Jefferson on, (I know, that was such a very long time ago) which was New York's mom from Flavor of Love 2. Thank you also to all my reviewers who have helped me with this story. Alrighty then, without further ado, (I've always wanted to say that) Chapter 8!

After about the whole day of singing and drinking, everyone collapsed on the floor. Everyone, except Mark and Joanne. They were the recruits that the bohemians elected to take care of them when everyone else got hangovers. They picked up the broken Stoli bottles and cups, and threw them into the trash. They continued cleaning up the loft, when Mark asked, "Do you ever get tired of cleaning up after Maureen?" Joanne thought about this.

"Well, I guess so. But I love Maureen and I would do anything for her," she replied.

"Well, I mean, don't you ever wish you were the one she was cleaning up after?" he asked.

"I suppose," she replied. Silence. "Do you ever get tired of cleaning up after Roger and Collins?" she finally asked.

"Of course, but when people need you, you need to be there. Even at the cost of others," said Mark. This statement made Joanne think. A lot. She smiled at Mark.

"You really know what you're talking about don't you?" she asked.

"I've lived with Roger and Collins for ten years. I've been through drinking contests, high school parties, and everything else you can think of with alcohol, with them. Of course I know what I'm talking about," he said smiling. Joanne smiled back.

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It was the next day. After Mark and Joanne helped everyone up from the floor after all the passing out and drinking last night, they started handing out Aspirin. All the bohemians looked at them like they were life-savers. When everyone was finally settling down and lying in their respected beds, Joanne started to think about the night before.

'I can't believe I did that to my mother. Now, our whole family is ruined! But, my mom did try to take me away from the love of my life. Am I having second thoughts? I hate having second thoughts. Well, maybe I'll just give Mom a call, and maybe we can just talk,' she thought. She ran to the phone, and dialed her home phone number. Each ring matched with a beat of her heart. She was nervous as hell. Her father answered.

"Hello, Jefferson residence," Mr. Jefferson said politely, not expecting whose voice would be on the other line.

"Um, hi Dad," said Joanne awkwardly. There was a long silence on the other end.

"Joanne?" he finally asked.

"Yeah Dad, it's me," she said. "Um, could…could I talk to Mom?"

"Well, of course, but you know she might not want to talk to you," he said.

"Yes," she said. "I just need us to be a family again."

"I don't know if that's possible," said Mr. Jefferson. "But you can give it a shot." He handed the phone to his wife.

"Hello," said Mrs. Jefferson, with an ice cold sound in her voice.

"Hi Mom," said Joanne. "Um, I was just wondering if we could talk about what happened and-" The phone slammed down on the other line. Joanne could feel tears well up in her eyes. They soon slowly trickled down her face, and down her neck. She collapsed onto the floor and started to sob.

"Joanne? Are you okay?" asked a voice. Joanne looked up to see Mark, his face screwed up in concern.

"No," she said in a small voice. "I-I…I don't know anymore." She started to cry again. Mark wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Joanne snuggled up in his corduroy jacket, and cried until there were no more tears left in her. She looked into Mark's eyes, and saw compassion. Compassion he had never shown for her before. She didn't quite know what happened next, but she soon felt her lips on his, needing the comfort they brought. When they broke apart for air, Joanne looked up and saw Maureen, tears running down her face, her makeup running. Joanne remembered the words she had said to Mark before…

'I love Maureen and I would do anything for her.'

Joanne's heart collapsed into her stomach. But Maureen's heart had dropped even further.

"Joanne…how could you?"

A/N: I love cliffies, don't you? So…review! I made a rhyme! Yesssssss.