Hi. I'm back! Yah!
"I don't want to go!" pouted Maureen.
The bohos were going swimming. Joanne loved the idea, and dragged Maureen along. But, Maureen never told anyone she couldn't swim.
At the changing door, Maureen took in a deep breath and said, "Mimi, Joanne? I have to say something." The diva took in a dramatic breath, "I can't swim."
The other two girls looked at each other and giggled.
"What? It's not funny! Because if I die, it'll be your fault 'cause you laughed and I felt bad, and I will come back to haunt-"
Joanne dragged her in the changing room. But, Maureen wasn't done ranting.
"And, I don't have a swimming suit, so how the heck do you expected me to get in that pool anyways, huh?"
Mimi sighed, and said, "Mo, we picked out a swimming suit for you yesterday when you were asleep."
"Really? What time, 'cause I remember what I do at each minu-"
Joanne lifted a black bikini top and bottom with a pink skull and cross-bones on the right side of the bottom.
"Oh, my God! Lemme get it on, like, right now!" squealed Maureen.
Joanne put on a slick, dark blue one piece, as Mimi had a black one piece with a black shirt over with the Pillsbury Doughboy on it with the words Poke me and Die! (A/N I have a picture of it on my profile).
The girls came out to find the boy splashing in the pool as Angel sat on the weaing her Santa coat and socks rolled up so she could dip her feet in the water.
Mimi dived into the pool with ease, as Joanne lowered herself in, carefully.
Maureen was standing, on the edge, biting her fingernails.
"C'mon Mo!" shouted Collins.
"No, I-I, uh, um, can't find my goggles!"
"Maureen. You're wearing them," said Roger.
"Oh, hee hee. Right."
Mimi leaned in and whispered something to her boyfriend. Roger stifled a laugh and practically yelled, "Mo can't swim?"
Maureen gave Mimi the death glare.
Mark said, "Come on Mo, it's just like dancing! It should be easy 'cause you danced at the Cat-"
"Mark, that was Mimi," cut in Joanne.
"Oh, right."
"Sugar, all you need to do is kick and do this with your arms," Angel moved her arms.
"Than why don't you swim?"
Angel lifted up her eyebrows. "Wearing the normal male swim wear feels unnatural and it would be weird to wear female swimming suits for obvious reasons." She crossed her legs.
Mimi came swimming under the water and pulled Maureen in.
"AGH!! OMIGOD I'M GONNA DIE, I'M MUCH TOO YOUNG, OH SPARE ME AT LEAST A FEW HOURS FOR ME TO GET A LAST MILKSHAKE AND- Oh, hey. This isn't so bad."
"Mo. You're in the kiddie pool section," Collins pointed out, as he tredded water in the deep end.
Maureen pouted. "Fine. I'll go to you." She waded to the deeper end, and slipped.
"Oh, my GOD! Maureen!" was the last thing Maureen could hear before her ears were clogged with water.
This is obviously going to be either a two-shot or a three-shot because no one wants their favorite diva to drown in a kiddie pool?