Okay, I got this idea randomly one night while I was awake in bed. Since I LOVE LOVE LOVE Angel's and Mimi's friendship (the BEST friendship in the whole musical), I decided to write about some memories of theirs. Some memories I made up myself, some were inspired by others.

Might or might not mention the park scene from my fic, "Finale B"

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Angel, Mimi or anyone else, but I DO own the memories and the idea!

I woke up with a sigh, and looked around my bedroom with droopy eyes. It was 8 in the morning, quite early for me, and I was still oh so tired. I had to work double shifts last night, and I only got home at 3 a.m. Therefore, I only got 5 hours of sleep last night. Oh well. I heard snoring beside me, and I slightly turned to look at the handsome man beside me. He looked very peaceful in his sleep, with his mouth locked in a small smile.

God, I love this man.

I also happen to know that this man, my dahling Roger, loves me. I know, because of the things he's done for me. For example, he actually stayed up until 3 a.m. last night, and willingly came to pick me up from work. That alone is amazing, since this man of mine loves his precious sleep. It was actually quite funny. For him it's impossible to stay awake without at least 8 hours of sleep. That was also a good thing, because that meant I have...3 hours before he comes looking for me. An extra hour added if Mark stuck to the plan.

What is this plan you may ask? Well, today is Halloween...If you truly knew me, then you'd instantly understand my reasons...and only Roger and Mark know me well enough. And Collins I guess, because we both feel the same way every Halloween. You see, for me Halloween is not just a day where you have an excuse to dress up and go drinking, it's a very special day. It's an Anniversary of some sort. It is the anniversary of many things, but most of all it is the anniversary of Angel...my best friend. Halloween was her favourite holiday, and I have so many memories of her and me on that special day.

Halloween was also the day that God, or whoever's out there, decided to take her away from me.

It was the worst thing I've ever been through...it practically killed me. It was worse than when Roger accused me of cheating, or when he actually left me for Santa Fe. Losing her was like losing a part of me...

I gently I lifted Roger's hands from my waist, and very carefully laid his hands down on the bed. I climbed out of the traitorous bed (who almost woke up Roger with her horrible creaking), and I quickly grabbed the nearest towel. It has many holes, and it's kind of raggedy, but it will do. I raced to the door, and left the bedroom without a sound. When I stepped outside, I saw Mark sipping his coffee and reading The Village Voice. This is the pose he always assumed in the morning.

When I stepped into the living room, Mark looked up from his newspaper. He grinned at me, and put his coffee down. "I can't believe you actually woke up." He said, shaking his head slightly. "Oh shut up please." I said with a roll of my eyes. "Oh shut up please." He mocked, trying to copy my voice, looking back down at his newspaper. I very much wanted to kill him then and there, but he was helping me today, so I couldn't make him mad. That and he held my beloved coffee in his albino hands.

I sighed, and walked over to our bathroom. "Taking a shower?" Mark asked, leaning over and turning the coffee machine on. "No shit, Sherlock. I wanna look good for Angel." I said, giving him a weak smile. Her loss still hurt me to the core. Whenever Halloween came along, my wounds were usually opened. But this year I refused to mourn over her. I was going to celebrate her life, and what she's done for me.

Mark just looked at me with a small smile that held both sympathy and his own hidden pain. Everyone felt sad on this day; it was a natural response ever since our beloved Angel was taken from us.

Within 30 minutes, I had finished my shower, my hair and make-up was done, and I was dressed in the only clothing I had that wasn't too revealing. Angel hated my low low cut tops, and mini-skirts that barely covered my ass. So, I thought in respect of her I'd wear the outfit that she loved on me; a white flowing dress and a small sweater.

Now all I needed was my coffee...I wandered into the kitchen, to find Mark already pouring coffee into my purple mug. On it said; I'm sexy and you know it! Angel gave it to me for my birthday when I was 18. How fitting. "Ugh, you were sent from heaven, Cohen." I said, trudging into the kitchen. He slightly turned his head and grinned at me. "Thanks, Marquez. Are you excited?" he asked, putting a spoon full of sugar into my mug.

I couldn't help but grin. I truly was, and I told him so. "I'm happy you're doing this for yourself Mimi. You deserve it, plus I bet you wherever Angel is, she's probably very happy right now." He said, passing me my coffee. "Thanks. Also, thank you in advance for distracting Roger for me just for a bit." I said, smiling into my coffee. I took a sip, and shuddered. It was so good! Both Cohen and coffee were heaven sent just for me. "Welcome, hon. Now you better started getting ready, because the time is ticking." He said, looking up at the clock. I looked as well, and gasped at the time.

8: 43

"OMG, I have to go!" I cried, running. Mark laughed at me. I placed my coffee on the table with a clunk, and then ran around looking for my purse. Where's my purse? Where's my purse? OMFG, where's my fucking purse???

HA HA!! There it is! It's beside the couch, slumping. "There you are you freakin' sneak! How dare you hide from Momma!" I cried, grabbing my multicoloured purse. Angel also got this for me on my birthday, even though I told her not to get me more than one thing. Her reaction to my one request?

She got me 5 things.

"Momma? Freakin' sneak?" Mark questioned behind me. "I'll explain later, Cohen. I have to go, before Roger wakes up!" I cried, slinging my purse over my thin and bony shoulder. I ran over to Mark, gave him a peck on the cheek like I always do before I left (he needs the kisses because of his lack of a girlfriend), and he slightly blushed, as always. "Go, go!" Mark cried. But just as I stepped onto the first step, I heard Mark call me back. I turned, and ran back to the door. "What?" I asked, annoyed. "Don't forget this." He said, passing me a grocery bag. Oh yeah! I forgot about that! I grabbed it, and thanked him quickly. With that, I was out the door, and on my way down the stairs.

I'm coming Angel-chica...

There you go. Like it? I know I didn't mention what the plan is, so you'll just have to wait until next chapter for the explanation. HA HA!!

Anyway, as per usual, reviews are BEAUTIFUL! Please do me a favour and review, okay?

-Ash