Chapter 3
"I'm not even going to say anything. Go right ahead push tables together, burst into song, masturbate under the table, moon an important customer, do whatever you please!" The waiter at the Life Cafe said sadly as the Boheimians waltzed into the restaurant.
"Sweet. Cause guess what buddy boy? Tonight we are celebrating!" Roger laughed at the waiter, who constantly dreaded his group of friends coming to the Life Cafe.
The Boheimians sat down and quickly broke into little conversations. After they were brought their meals, Roger notcied something that he found peculiar, Joanne was sitting with a young asian woman, in a booth that sat two. Joanne and her "friend" looked as though they were getting comfortable. Roger felt a surge of anger towards Joanne, how could she be so cruel towards Maureen, even though Maureen and Mark were happy, Roger did not like the fact that Joanne had shown up at the Life Cafe,one bit. She just wasn't welcome there. Roger knew he had to embarass her, and so he did.
"Well, well, well. Look who's here. Why little Joanne Jefferson. Tisk Tisk Tisk. The stuck up little anti-boheimian yuppie bitch." Roger hissed as loud as he possibly could.
"Roger please act like an adult, I'm on a date."Joanne said using her "lawyer voice"
"So soon?"Mark said rudely.
"Well I can see Maureen has moved on." Joanne said glaring at Maureen who was sitting on Mark's lap.
"Whatever, I think it's time we leave. We don't want yuppie to rub off on us. We will take this party back to loft." Maureen said, still refusing to even look at Joanne.
The Boheimians left the Life Cafe silently. Once they arrived back to the loft everyone was too upset to speak. Roger began to play his guitar, Collins started to roll a joint, Mark fiddled with his camera. Once Maureen was sure all the boys were occupied, she pulled Mimi aside and said she need to talk to her privatly. Maureen and Mimi walked into the room Maureen shared with Mark.
"What's up Mo?" Mimi asked.
"I'm late Meems." Maureen said quietly.
"How late we talkin'?" Mimi asked seriously.
"Seven days, and that's awhile for me. I didn't wanna say anything to Mark because of all the excitment of me moving in, he wouldn't take it very well." Maureen explained.
"I've got a spare pregnacy test. I think you should do it tonight." Mimi said.
"I don't know Meems, not tonight. I wanted to spend the night celebrating with Marky. If you know what I mean." Maureen said obviously trying to make an excuse.
"This is more important, so much more important, c'mon do it now. Get it over with." Mimi said. Poor Maureen. I know what it's like to have a pregnancy scare. She must be so nervous. Frantic probally. Mark wouldn't take it so well, he would probally freak out. It might be fun to have a baby around here.
"Okay. Tonight. Now. I'll do it now, but come you have to come with me."Maureen said practically crying.
Mimi went into her room and got the pregnacy test. She waited until all of the boys had gone into their rooms, and then gave Maureen the pregnancy test, and the two of them walked into the bathroom.
"Okay so if it's blue I'm safe, if it's pink I've got a bun in the oven." Maureen said nervously.
Mimi closed her eyes as Maureen peed into the cup and then placed the stick inside the cup. Five minutes to go. Both Mimi and Maureen sat in silence. Maureen thought about saying something, but decided if she spoke she would start crying hysterically. How could this happen? Me and Mark always use a condom. Well except for one time. But that was once. Just once. The one fucking time we don't use protection this happens! Why? Why us? Why me? If I am pregnant, I'll have to keep it. Abortion? Never. Adoption? Never. It might not be that bad. Mark would totally freak! But hey what happens, happens. Maureen looked at her watch. It was time.
"Here we go Meems." Maureen said slowly.
Mimi said nothing. Maureen reached her hand over to the cup sitting ontop of her toilet, and pulled out the stick that would determine the rest of her life. Pink. The stick was pink. Maureen feel to her knees and began to cry.
"Oh my god! Maureen I'm so sorry!" Mimi cried crouching down to comfort Maureen.
For the first time in her life the diva was speechless, all she could say was, "How the fuck am I gonna tell Mark?"