A/N: Hopefully I won't be sued for the amount of Adam Pascal songs I have been using for writing my fics. It's a sad sad and unfair world that I can't relate any other songs except Adam ones to Mark and Maureen. Oh well. R&R!
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. Nothing at ALL. I'm not that cool.

Dumped. Again.

Everytime Mark saw Maureen he saw Joanne.

Everytime he say Joanne he saw Maureen.

The two followed each other like a ball and chain, it was starting to make him sick.

He really liked Joanne, really, but there was something, something, he wasn't quite getting. He wasn't quite liking it.

And then, oh, once in a while, I make a breakout
Always under fire, but I never mind the end

After their get-togethers at the Life would get annoying for him, like Maureen sitting on Joanne's lap half drunk licking her face, he'd quietly step out, go back to his loft, curl up with a flim he had made when they were still together and sleep the night away.

Every time around you don't make a sound
Every time around is a chance to love her
Dreaming far away, every time around
See, it's only love, god, it's only love

He had wished that he had spent his days with her more seriously.

"Markyyyyyy, lets go for a walk." She would always drag out the end of his name when she was either bored or demanding.

Usually he'd agree or disagree. He'd go for one if she'd let him bring his camera. He was whipped and he totally knew it. Everybody around him did.

"Yyknow, Mark, yyou aree soooo whipped," Roger would always say while getting drunk. "Itsnotevenfunny. T'ke control of your life, yknow? She's justachick."

True, she was just a chick, but she was probably gonna be the only girlfriend Mark would ever have, ever.

If only I could stay I would say, "I would never leave you"
If I could get control I'd do nothing but hold you
But when I see you smiling even though it's over
Well, you can walk out of my world

There were so many things Mark wanted to say to Maureen, but it seemed that he could never find the words or the time to say them.

He realized it was completely over when he opened the loft door and two suitcases were piled near the doorway, waiting to be picked up and carried away.

There stood Maureen, hugging Roger and slapping his ass, giggling. Mark stood there, a little stunned, and a little confused at what was happening.

When Mark slammed the door both turned around. Roger had a half grin on his face as he mouthed the words 'She's finally going!'

"Baby! I'm moving out!" Maureen gave her usual Maureen smile and hugged Mark, singing I'm Coming Out in a high pitched squeel.

"Like….for serious….you are leaving?"

"For serious for serious!" Marueen laughed. "I'm moving in with Jo…she has the most amazing apartment I have ever seen. Beats this place."

"You were always so nice and honest, I'll really miss that." Roger rolled his eyes, picking up his guitar and leaving the room.

"But, Maureen, I thought you weren't serious about it…"

"Ohh Pookie I am! I'm serious. I love Joanne."

An awkward silence filled the room, and if it had been anybody except Mark and Maureen, Mark would have filmed it. A perfect ending to a perfect messed up love story.

Maureen was the first to break the silence, hugging him again, slapping his ass like she had done with Roger and giving Mark a big "MWAH!" air kiss.

"I'll talk to you soon, Markiebaby."

And then she was gone.

Goodbye, don't say you love me
Goodbye, don't say you love me
Goodbye, don't say you love me