Chapter 2

"No!" Maureen firmly said with her arms crossed over her chest.

Joanne sighed. "Maureen please. Her and my father had a fight, and she needs a place to stay."

"So send her to a hotel." Maureen said. "I'll even pay for it for her."

Joanne rolled her eyes. "With what money?"

Maureen shrugged and flopped on the bed. "I don't know I'll become a stripper or something. I'll sell crack for all I care, that woman is not staying in our home!"

"Keep your voice down." Joanne said through clenched teeth, her eyes quickly glancing at their closed bedroom door. "She is right outside."

"I-don't-care!" Maureen fatly stated. "She hates me for no reason. Did you see what she wrote on the Christmas card she sent us? Merry Christmas Joanne and Martha…who the fuck is Martha Joanne? Not me!" She jumped up from the bed and began to pace. "And don't even get me started on that dinner party we went to with your parents…she tripped that waiter on purpose, so he would spill those drinks all over me!"

Joanne nodded. "I know she hasn't been the nicest person in the world to you, but she is right outside the door hysterically crying…I can't just leave her hanging, she needs me Maureen." Joanne said trying to sound as sincere as she could. "What if this was your mother huh? I'd let her stay here with us…it's just for a couple of days."

"If it was my mother, I'd find her a refrigerator box and kick her ass to the street. She kicked me out when I told her I was bi!" Maureen said.

"But think of the relationship you have with her now. You two made up since then." Joanne said, placing a hand on her girlfriends shoulder.

Maureen stayed silent.

"Well…" Joanne began and headed for the door. "I hate to be a bitch, but she's my mother, and this is technically my apartment, so I can do whatever I want, and I say she is staying here with us."

"Joanne!" Maureen whined.

Joanne chose to ignore the diva and began to turn the doorknob.

"Joanne, if you walk out that door, I'll…I'll…" She frantically looked around until her eyes landed on the phone. "I'll call the cops and tell them you beat me!"

Joanne snickered. "First of all where's your proof, and second of all I'm a lawyer, I can without a doubt get myself out of that situation in a heartbeat." She then pulled the door open. "She's staying with us Maureen, whether you like it or not."

"Joanne don't you dare!" Maureen began to charge after her, but Joanne escaped just in time and shut the door in Maureen's face. "Bitch!"

"Thank you so much Joanne." Mrs. Jefferson said while hugging her daughter. "I'll try and patch things up with your father as soon as I can…but in the mean time I swear I'll stay out of your way and keep to myself."

Maureen rolled her eyes and silently sulked as Joanne and Mrs. Jefferson talked. She wanted to put in her two cents, but thought better of it, knowing Joanne would yell at her behind closed doors.

"So where am I going to sleep?" Mrs. Jefferson asked with a smile.

Maureen chose to speak up at this time. "In the spare be-"

"In our room." Joanne cut her off.

Mrs. Jefferson couldn't help but grin. Her eyes shifted to Maureen, giving her a devious glare. "Your room, with the king size bed, and the feathery duvet?"

"Yes, Maureen and I will sleep in the spare." Joanne said.

"You and Maureen won't mind sharing the small bed?" Mrs. Jefferson asked just to throw it in Maureen's face.

"Not at all, we're fine." Joanne said and headed for the master bedroom. "I'll go change the sheets for you."

"Thank you." Mrs. Jefferson smiled. She and Maureen both stood in the room in an uncomfortable silence. Mrs. Jefferson watched as Maureen began to bite her nails, her smile turning into a frown. "Don't bite your nails dear, it's disgusting."

Maureen's hand dropped to her side, she cocked an eyebrow, spit a piece of her nail out onto the floor causing Mrs. Jefferson to flinch, and then left the room with out a word.

A couple hours later everyone went to bed. Maureen laid in the spare double sized bed, with a reading Joanne next to her. Soon the drama queen started to twist and turn, trying to get comfortable.

"I fucking hate this bed!" She whined.

Joanne sighed. "Stop complaining, it's like ours, but only…smaller."

"And lumpy." Maureen said. "Our bed is broken in…this one sucks ass, I think we're the first people to sleep in it. Your mother is the fucking guest. She should be sleeping in the guest bedroom!"

"Relax." Joanne said. "It's just a bed, and it's only for a couple of nights."

"I don't care." Maureen pouted. "And did you see how she threw it in my face that she got our bed?"

"It's all in your mind honeybear." Joanne said before reaching up and turning off the lamp. "Let's go to bed now."

"I'm not going to be able to sleep in here." Maureen whined.

"Say I cuddle you?" Joanne asked with a smirk, and pulled Maureen close.

Maureen tried to hide the smile that tugged on her lips, but failed to do so as she snuggled into Joanne's arms. "I guess I'll try and sleep."

Joanne kissed the top of her head. "Before you know it, my mother will be out of here, and we'll be snuggling in our own bed."

"I can't wait." Maureen mumbled, and sure enough she fell asleep.