Title: Penthouse A
Summary: Maureen gets jealous when Joanne is getting a little too much attention from the Calvin Klein model who lives in penthouse A, what extremes will Maureen go to get her Pookie back?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to Jonathan Larson and Sony and Chris Columbus as well now since they have like the Rent movie out now I guess kinda, anyway, they don't belong to me is all.
Rating: I don't know, ummmmmmm Teen I guess to be safe maybe even M, it's not like anybody is really gonna go by the ratings anyway
Comment: Contains slash, if you don't like it, don't read it and if you don't like it, then why'd you watched rent anyways? Yeah, so it's based on the movie and the Broadway play as well and on the weird stuff that goes on in my imagination. But mostly, it's based on the song 'We're okay' in the play so, read and review, I noticed there wasn't a lot of Joanne/Maureen fics. It may be a one shot or it may have chapters, I don't know yet, I'll tell you at the end, lol.
"Pookie, where have you been? It's cold and you left me home all alone!" Maureen says pouting.
"You didn't seek other company?" Joanne says, sarcasm seeping through her voice because it was almost hard to believe that Maureen hadn't found other company.
"You're avoiding my question, where were you til this late?" Maureen asks
"I was with Jill." Joanne says, her tone almost challenging.
"The one who lives in penthouse A?" Til this late?" Maureen says, matching Joanne's tone and putting an emphasis on the word 'this' to exaggerate the time which was nearing midnight.
"Yes, Jill in penthouse A and we were working on her case, besides, sometimes you are out til later than this with only God knows who!" Joanne says, now slightly raising her voice. She really wasn't in the mood for another argument but she wasn't the one who initiated this dispute this time.
"That's different!" Maureen says defensively.
"Maureen, do we have to do this now, it's late and I am tired" Joanne says, taking off her coat and scarf.
It was another cold winter night and the heat in Maureen and Joanne's apartment was on high.
"I am tired of this Pookie, you've been coming home late every night and it's always the same excuse 'I was working on the case with Jill' I just want a better explanation." Maureen says getting highly agitated.
"When you were out all the time with people I didn't even know, you never gave me any explanation, when you were out with your ex-boyfriend, I kept my mouth shut, I work a little late and you start this!" Joanne says.
Maureen sighs, not in defeat but in just plain agitation, she didn't know why this was upsetting her so much but it was. She never really had reason to be suspicious of one of her lover's before because they were usually so committed to her but this was different. This was the sexy Calvin Klein model in penthouse A trying to steal her girlfriend from right before her and she wasn't going to let that happen. This was war!
"Honey bear, once the case is over, I don't even have to see Jill again" Joanne says in defeat.
Still, Maureen wasn't convinced, not even close. She had seen the way Jill presented herself around Joanne; she had seen the unmistakable signs of flirting, feigning reasons to touch, laughing at things that weren't even funny. 'Oh, Joanne, you're so smart, I never would have thought of that, Harvard? Isn't that like the greatest school ever? I can't believe how much you know, oh that suit is gorgeous' Jill would sometimes say and then touch Joanne's shoulder or knee. This was Maureen's specialty, she knew the rules of flirting and she knew Jill wasn't playing fair, trotting all over another girl's territory but Maureen wasn't going to stand for that!Nobody was takingher pookie.
"It doesn't matter; you should be friends with whoever you want." Maureen says. It was quite obvious she didn't really mean it and Joanne knew she didn't. It was in the 'What she really means' unwritten rules.
rule number one: She doesn't really mean what she says. Who knew the rules better than another woman, still Joanne, being as tired as she was, just took what Maureen said and pretended that she was happy it.
"Thank you, Honey bear, now we should get some sleep." Joanne says giving Maureen a quick kiss and going upstairs to where there bed was.
Still, blazing in Maureen's head was 'Jill, this means WAR!'
Read and review, I tried, lol