"I demand to know who my real parents are! How is that confidential when I'm there their damn daughter!" Alexandra screamed, shaking her head. This was unbelievable. She just wanted to know to meet them, and maybe they'll just take her back. "This is bull shit."
The lady behind the desk, whose name tag read Betty, just shook her head. "Listen, kid. It's been a long day. And, by the way, I do not accept that kind of language in here. It's confidential information. Maybe, when you're older, you'll understand why it is. Now, why don't you run along, go to your house, and ask your mom."
Alexandra rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to take that. "No, you listen…"she trailed off, looking down at her nametag. "…Betty. I haven't showered in two weeks. I haven't even had a decent meal. You can't live off stolen apples from outside markets. That shit just doesn't work. Now, Betty. Tell me who my fucking parents are, or else I'll go back there and find my files because I know you guys do not throw them away. So, Betty, what is it?" Alexandra had the temper of her mother, obviously. "You tell me, or I'll find out myself."
Before Betty could say something back, in came the gang. Their steps were in perfect unison, each of them looking around for someone that looked like the ex couple. Mark and Maureen stood next to each other, exceptionally close for comfort. This is one place they never thought they'd have to go again. Mark heard Maureen sniffle and looked over at her. There was one stray tear falling down her cheek. And before it could get passed her nose, Mark wiped it away, letting his hand linger there for a while. The diva looked up at him and smiled a little.
Joanne watched the whole thing. At first, she thought that he was just comforting her, since you know, they're going through something really extreme. But, then her mind began to race about Maureen's past of cheating, flirting and the side of Joanne that just couldn't trust Maureen came into play. I'm going to kill her if she touches him one more time…
"FUCK YOU!" Alexandra screamed after fighting with Betty, while the gang stood in place, fighting over who should ask for Alexandra.. "I fucking want to know who my parents are. I want to know if I look like my mom. I want to hear their voices!" Tears began to flow freely from her face. But, they were fake; almost everything she did was a lie, or acting. "My mom... well, Tina… told me that I was adopted. Do you know how low that makes me feel?" She paused. "I want to meet my parents, to know why they abandoned me. I want to know what I did wrong."
Betty bit her lip, and sighed. "You really want to know?"
Alexandra wiped her crocodile tears, and nodded. "Yes, please."
Betty nodded, looking like she was about to take a file but she looked up at Alexandra and shook her head. "Too bad."
Alexandra glared at her, letting out an aggravated sigh, shaking her head. "Unbelievable," she groaned and turned around, seeing everyone looking at her, even the bohos. "What, you've never seen a run away homeless girl before? I mean, this is New York City! They're everywhere," she said and picked up her bag and felt tears fill her eyes. She saw Maureen stare at her and she stared back. There was this instant, mental connection.
"That's her," Mark whispered. "I remember from the picture."
"Sounds like Maureen," Roger mumbled to himself followed by a gasp for air as Mimi hit him in the stomach. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, seeing Mimi put a finger up to her mouth, telling him to shut the hell up.
Alexandra and Maureen continued to stare at each other, but Alexandra's stare started to turn into a glare. She rolled her eyes, breaking the lock and sighed. "What? The shows over!" she said, angrily before running past the boho's, banging into their arms and running into the door that said pull, and not push. She groaned. "What did I do wrong?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling. She opened the door and went to sit on the curb.
Maureen felt all this weight being put on her chest and stomach. She was so eager about finding this child that she didn't think about what to say when she saw her. "What do we do? Like, what do we say. 'Oh, hi, Alexandra! You're mother told us to find you. Oh, and hey, we're your parents! Funny that?' Like, I don't know what to say."
"I'll talk to her," Mark said as he walked past his friends, and out of the building. He stood next to a newspaper dispenser, letting the silence linger a little bit. He was thinking how to come about this; but at the moment, almost nothing came to mind. So, he did the best thing he could come up with. He took a quarter out of his pocket, slipped it into the newspaper dispenser, and got his copy of Village Voice. He turned the page where Alexandra's picture would be. He hummed a bit, the kind you do when you're confused.
Alex turned her head, looking up at him. "Anything interesting happening in the world?" she asked. "You seem highly interested in that paper."
Mark laughed a little. "Eh, nothing that exciting. But, this girl looks just like you."
Alex's emotionless face turned into a face of fury. "She put out a fucking missing person's ad? What is she? INSANE!? I don't wanna be found!" she said, snatching the paper from Mark's hand and looking at the picture. "Of course, she used the worse one of me."
Ahhhhhh, golden moment! Mark tilted his head. "So, it is you?" he asked and sat down next to her on the curb, resting his elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. "You ran away, I'm assuming?"
The runaway looked at Mark, feeling a weird sense of comfort with him. She nodded a little, adding a little shrug at the end. "Yeah. What's it to you? Oh, my God. Are you like a kidnapper? Or like, a crazed lunatic who escaped from a penitentiary?!" she asked, scooting away a little.
Mark chuckled. "No, I just wanna be your friend. I swear. I'm nice. Wouldn't hurt a fly." He put two fingers up in the hair, with a small nod. "Scouts honor. I'm just interested. Like, why would you runaway? What was SO bad, that you had to run off?" he asked. Alex started to explain, as the boho's watched in amazement.
"Why can't he talk to older women like that?" Roger asked himself, everyone chuckling.
Maureen didn't though. She was too mesmerized by how gentle Mark was and how open Alexandra was being. She rubbed the back of her neck, biting the end of her lip as she watched Mark stand up, Alexandra following his lead and them walking off. "Well, that was easier than we thought."
A/n: Woooooooow, lots of dialogue. That was bad. But, I wanted to update this story since I kinda, sorta, maybe, definitely forgot about this one. =X Kill me later. Read it now. I don't have an idea where I'm going with this. Sooooo, maybe someone should help me come up with an idea! Hahah, writing a freaking novel like fries your brain ?!LOVE.