Hi guys! Another oneshot from me! This time I'm attempting drama. "Attempting" being the key word. So . . . this takes place about three weeks after Angel's funeral . . . on top of the bohos' building. Yes, on top of it. You must read to find out why.
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"Stop him! Somebody get over there and fucking stop him!" Mimi screamed as tears fell from her eyes.
"Collins! Don't be stupid! Get your big, black ass back over here!" Roger demanded, tears burning his eyes. Never in all the years he'd known Collins had he suspected anything like this. Collins, the loveable, entertaining anarchist that had transformed into a depressed, underpaid teacher, was standing on the ledge of the roof debating on whether or not he should jump.
"Don't tell me what to do! I can make my own fucking decisions!" was the reply he gave to Roger's demand.
"Collins! Please don't do this!" Maureen begged as random people passing by surrounded the bottom of the building. Collins looked down at the shocked people and then turned completely backwards to look at his worried friends.
"I have to Mo," he said, looking over his shoulder at the ground.
"Collins, no!" Joanne, Maureen, and Mimi all pleaded at the same time. Without giving it a second thought, Collins took a step back and started to fall before Roger grabbed his hand in the nick of time.
"Let go!" Collins yelled.
"No! You can't do this! I won't let you!" Roger yelled back. Collins started trying to pry Roger's hand off of his. "Hey, help me out here! Hurry up!" As Roger grabbed Collins' hand with both of his, the girls and Mark made a chain of people and began pulling as hard as they could to get Collins back on the roof.
"Let me fall!" Collins demanded.
"NO!" all of his friends shouted at him.
"Please!"
"You're not going any further Collins!" Mark yelled. "What about Life Support!? That's been helping you!"
"Fuck Life Support!" Collins retorted.
"What about 'no day but today!?'"
"Fuck that too! It doesn't mean anything without Angel!"
"Well, would Angel want you to do this!?" Mimi yelled. Collins stopped trying to force Roger's hands off of his and just hung there for a while before allowing the rest of the bohos to pull him back onto the roof. For a moment, he stood in one spot silently. Maureen stepped toward him.
"Collins, you okay?" she asked. Her best friend suddenly fell to his knees and began to cry as she knelt beside him, holding him in her small arms.
"Angel . . ." he sobbed. Maureen held him even tighter.
"Shh. It'll be okay," she cooed. Everything was still and quiet before Maureen started singing. "There's only us, there's only this."
"Forget regret . . ." Mimi sang.
" . . .or life is yours to miss," Roger continued.
"No other road," Mark joined in and then it was Joanne's turn.
"No other way," she sang. They all looked at Collins expectantly.
"I can't," he said.
"Yes you can Collins. Do it for Angel," Mimi pleaded.
"She'd want you to. She'd be really proud of you," Maureen assured him. Collins took a deep breath and, with all the willpower he could muster, sang the final words.
"No day but today."
The End.
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