Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Author: ~Dancing~Through~Life~
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Rent
Pairing: Maureen/Joanne
Chapters: 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent or the characters. =(
Summary: A little Christmas fic about how Joanne and Maureen met.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Joanne tensed when she heard Maureen hop off the table and clomp over to where she was sitting, drinking her cocoa and trying to look as innocent as possible. She prayed that Maureen wasn't actually heading in her direction, that she normally strolled around the café and would bypass Joanne's table entirely. Her prayer wasn't answered though, and the clomping stopped right next to her table.
"Hi!" Maureen said, plopping down in the seat opposite her. "Are you here alone?" She looked around for someone else. She looked towards the door and the bathroom, and even peered into Joanne's cup, almost as if she was expecting someone to pop out of the half-drunk cocoa. Satisfied that there was no one else, she looked back to Joanne, who was trying to avoid meeting her eyes.
Joanne was nervous. This woman was exceptionally pretty, and she had singled her out. Joanne had never liked being the center of attention, other than in the courtroom, and now she suddenly was. Glancing over at Maureen's table, she saw that all her friends were watching what was going on between them with rapt attention. Her heart was racing, and she felt lightheaded and stupid.
"No, I'm not with anyone," Joanne muttered, trying desperately to keep from stuttering, though her voice still shook. All she wanted was to get away from the whole situation. Away from Maureen and her hypnotizing green eyes, away from the Bohos who were watching her so closely, away from she Life Café and into the cold New York night where she wouldn't feel so flustered and warm.
Maureen, on the other hand, seemed not to notice Joanne's awkwardness. "But that's not any fun!" she said, grabbing Joanne's hand and dragging her out of her seat. Joanne just managed to snag her cocoa when she was taken over to Maureen's table. The man with the scarf turned his camera on them as they approached.
"And who's this Maureen?" he asked, peering at them through the camera. Great, Joanne thought. He's filming the whole thing...
"This is...um," Maureen faltered for a second, then started again. "This is my friend...s**t." She turned to Joanne, who's name she had never actually asked, and who's hand she still held. "What was your name again?"
Joanne felt herself flush as the man focused his camera on her. She could almost feel him zooming in on her face, though there was, of course, no way that she could have known. She replied in a nervous mumble, wishing that they would all stop staring at her. She felt like she was the person on the stand in court, as opposed to being the interrogator.
"Joanne!" Maureen exclaimed, as though she had known all along and Joanne had only refreshed her memory. "This is my friend Joanne!" There were hellos, and scattered introductions across the table, but the night was already so jumbled to Joanne, that she knew she wouldn't remember their names in five minutes.
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