Okay, so this is probably really OOC, but... I know where it's going after this, so bear with me.

"I found my glasses!" Joanne called loudly, turning back from the car. She was met with the sight of her favorite brunette with her back turned to Joanne, giving the mocha girl a nice view of her butt, barely covered by the triangle of blue bikini. A smile graced Joanne's lips… that is, until Maureen turned to the side, giving Joanne the full view of the admittedly hot lifeguard attached to her pouty red lips. Joanne watched her Honeybear make out with the lifeguard as tears filled her eyes. Maureen… You promised! You promised! Joanne put her sunglasses on to hide her teary eyes and she turned and ran away.

Collins, Mark, Roger, Lauren, and Mimi met up at the loft, and Joanne and Maureen remained behind.

"Joanne! Listen to me!" Maureen grabbed Joanne's chin and yanked it so they were face to face. Both had tear tracks on their faces, and Maureen's mascara was streaky. "I love you," Maureen choked out. "It's taken me forever to realize that, but I finally said it. I love you, not Mark, not Justin, not any of those other guys. You."

"But what about Lauren?"

"What?"

"Do you love her?"

Maureen sighed, pulling on her ponytail. She looked tired. "I don't know," she answered finally. "I need time to think about it."

Joanne nodded, trying not to scream in frustration. Maureen pressed her lips to Joanne's. "I love you," Maureen whispered.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"Can we tell the others about us now?" Maureen asked softly.

"No, baby."

"Just Collins?" Maureen asked, pulling away.

"No."

"Benny? He's not even in our group."

"No."

"Are you kidding? Jo, we never talk to Benny! No one would know!"

"Maureen, we've been through this before. As soon as we make this official, you'll take it for granted and start cheating again." Joanne shook her head.

"I never cheated on you! It was just harmless flirting for attention, I swear!" Maureen said.

"Oh, yeah, and just harmless kissing for attention, and just harmless hooking up for attention."

"Joanne! No!" shouted Maureen. Joanne strode away, angry again. Maureen followed her into the loft.

"Joanne, can we just talk?" Maureen yelled.

"Uh-oh. MoJo fight," whispered Mimi to Roger.

"There's nothing to talk about!" shouted Joanne.

"Don't yell at me like that, Joanne!"

"I'll yell however much I want!"

"Fine! I'll get back together with Lauren! At least she cares about me!"

"Go ahead, see if I care!"

"Mark, put down the camera, you don't want to be insensitive!" whispered Lauren, covering Mark's camera.

"Sorry," Mark hissed back.

"Joanne, please! I love you!"

Maureen smacked Joanne. Joanne looked shocked, but when Maureen laughed, Joanne smacked back. Maureen held her cheek tenderly, her face shocked, before landing a punch to Joanne's stomach. Soon, the two were rolling on the ground, each bleeding, Maureen trying to strangle Joanne, Joanne throwing punches at Maureen' s face. Lauren and Collins ran in at the same time, Collins pulling Maureen away from Joanne, Lauren restraining the lawyer.

"Let go of me, you backstabbing girlfriend stabber!" hissed Joanne, spitting blood onto the floor.

"You were the one who left her," reminded Lauren simply.

"Get offa me, I almost had her!" shouted Maureen, her voice nasally and slurred due to her bloody lip and probably broken nose.

"You love her, Maureen!" Collins said. Maureen shook her head, finally wriggling out of Collins' grip. She limped up in front of Joanne, glaring defiantly into Joanne's eyes.

"I hate you," she whispered in a low, serious voice. Then she turned. "Lauren? Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Her voice sounded small and helpless, and Lauren had to give in.

"Sure, baby." Lauren released Joanne and rushed over to Maureen's side. She helped Maureen limp away, smoothing back the brunette's hair, one tan arm draped around her shoulders. Joanne shook her head and turned.

"I have to be at work tomorrow, I better prepare the Robinson case." She looked at the other bohemians. "What?" she asked. Mark shook his head in disgust and walked away. Mimi winced, but pushed Collins forward.

"Rog, let's go," Mimi pulled Roger back to his room.

"Joanne, Maureen loved you. She said she loved you, and you pushed her away. Jo, I'm Mo's oldest friend. I've known her forever. And I've heard her say 'I love you' once in my life. And that was to you.

"She wouldn't say it to her parents, she hated him. She never told Mark, she didn't love him. I don't know if she told Lauren, but I know she told you. And that's huge for999her. She's Maureen Johnson. She can't commit, she can't agree to settle down, and somehow, she managed to tell you she loved you even after you left her for 4 years.

"You owe her big time, Joanne. If you or she had been anyone else, you would never have a chance of getting back together. But she is Mo, and she loves you."

"I'm sorry," Joanne whispered hoarsely.

"I know. She knows. But you have to tell her. She waited for 4 years, Jo. She can't wait forever." Collins sighed. "I'll profess your innocence to Mimi, Roger, and Mark. Mimi and Roger shouldn't be hard to convince, but Mark still thinks he can win Mo back."

"Thanks, Coll." Joanne hugged Collins. "You're a great friend."

Collins smiled a pained smile, and Joanne realized how much it must hurt him to speak of love.

"Oh… Collins, I'm so sorry."

"Go talk to Mo," Collins ordered softly. "You win her back, girl. You win her back."

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