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
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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The group walked for a while, and the streets and neighborhood got steadily worse. Soon they came to a run-down neighborhood. The Boho's apartment loomed ahead, and Joanne had to crane her neck to see the top. It was very tall.
"Come on, I live at the top," Maureen sounded like a child excited about going to the top floor of a building. "Mark, Roger, and Collins live there too. Mimi lives right below us, and Angel lives right below her." She grinned delightedly at the look on Joanne's face.
"You live with three guys?" Joanne was mildly shocked. She supposed it wasn't such a horrible thing, but it had taken her off guard. She had been brought up learning that it wasn't proper for a woman to live with men like that. But then again, that was her parents. These peoples' standards seemed completely different from what she had grown up with.
"Actually, two. Collins is only staying for a little while until they fix up Angel's apartment and he can move in," Maureen told her, once again gesturing widely with her hands. Joanne found the habit oddly endearing, as long as she remembered to stay at a safe distance for fear of being hit.
Joanne shook her head as she allowed herself to be dragged upstairs to the flat Maureen was staying in. The elevator was broken, and by the way Maureen and the rest of the group bypassed it without a word, Joanne could tell that it didn't run very often. The rest of the building didn't look like it was in much better shape.
Maureen opened the sliding metal door and led Joanne inside. The apartment wasn't fancy; not by a long-shot. The furniture was old, and the couch was losing some of it's stuffing. A battered guitar sat on a stand in the corner, and before Joanne could wonder who it belonged to, Roger went over and began to tune it.
After a few moments, Mimi yawned loudly again as a reminder that she was tired and wanted to go home. Angel grinned at her and turned to the rest of the group.
"I think Meems here is about to fall asleep standing up. We'd better get home Collins," she told them, taking Mimi's arm, as she had started swaying. Collins crossed the room and gave Angel a goodnight kiss, and Roger followed suit with Mimi. Smiling, Angel turned and guided the almost asleep Mimi out, and Collins shut the door behind them.
"Now," he said, turning around and putting a hand on Maureen's shoulder. "Maureen, it's your job to show Joanne here around and find where she is going to sleep. I'm going to bed." He turned to Joanne. "Not to be rude or anything, but I'm exhausted." He ruffled Joanne's hair as though she were a child, gave Maureen a kiss on the cheek, turned, and disappeared through one of the doors.
For a few moments, the silence was only broken by Roger's guitar as everyone stood around drowsily. Roger and Mark soon followed Collins's example and headed off to their beds. Maureen and Joanne were the only two left in the main room now, and Joanne felt suddenly awkward. Now that there wasn't the whole noisy group from the Life there, it was a little quiet, and she could feel her heart speed up again. She slowly looked up at Maureen, who was looking back at her.
"Come on," Maureen said, jerking her head in the direction of another door. Joanne followed warily, not really trusting Maureen. But if she didn't want to walk home this late, then she had to have faith that Maureen wouldn't harm her.
Maureen's room was small and messy. There was a mattress shoved in and sitting right on the floor. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the biggest pile originating from the closet. It looked to Joanne like Maureen regularly threw stuff all around looking for what to wear.
She carefully picked her way through the clothes and sat on Maureen's bed. Maureen turned and looked at her for a moment before spreading her arms wide.
"Welcome to my room," she grinned, kicking some clothes aside and coming to sit next to Joanne. She looked her over for a second before jumping up as though someone had lit a fire beneath her. "You're going to need something to wear, aren't you?"
Joanne looked down at herself and realized that she didn't have anything to sleep in. She was afraid of what Maureen might give her to wear, but on the other hand, she wasn't too keen on sleeping in her jeans. "Yes, I suppose I do," she replied.
Maureen suddenly grinned the sort of grin that normally makes a person fear for their life. But Joanne was beginning to get used to it by now, and only jumped a few inches off the bed, rather than a foot. Maureen, once again, seemed not to notice, and began rooting through the piles on her floor. She tossed clothes in all directions, and Joanne had to duck as skirts, pants, shirts, and underwear all came flying in her direction.
"Ah ha!" came a triumphant cry from somewhere behind an unused dresser. Maureen emerged, holding up an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. "I knew they were in there somewhere. I was starting to get worried that the bed had eaten them like last time!" She tossed the clothes at a thoroughly confused Joanne, and pointed out her door. "The bathroom is out there on the right."
Joanne headed out into the Bohemians' loft on her quest for the bathroom. She wondered if maybe she could get lost on her way, and so not have to face an entire night alone with Maureen.
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