A/N: Oh, just so you know…I'm not sure how well I'll write Mark and Roger since I never have before; so, if you see even one speck of OOCness; warn me, 'K?
Disclaimer: As of now, I only own Cathrine
Chapter 3: Dreaming Of You
As soon as Mark heard Collins knocking on the door, he knew there was something wrong. He didn't give them his normal happy greeting that he had gotten used to. In fact, when Collins knocked and said it was him it sounded as if all the joy in his life got sucked out of him.
Mark's mind suddenly started worrying. What was wrong? Was it Angel? Mark knew that something happing to Angel would crush all the joy Collins had. What could be wrong her? Her T-cells have seemed to doing just fine this past week…but, the thing with AIDS was, those T-cells could go up and down like a roller coaster. He sighed and got of his spot on the couch and went to open the door, bracing himself.
"Hey, Collins," he said and sighed. Collins looked just as he expected him to look, and if all the joy had been sucked out of him. "What's up?" he asked in concern.
"Mark," said Collins, quietly and sadly and looking as if his whole world just left him, which it did, technically. He sighed and sat on the couch, looking completely miserable. Mark stared at him in concern, wondering what the problem was. Finally, Collins said it, "Angel and I broke up."
Mark's eyes opened wide slightly in surprise. What? This had to be joke. Angel and Collins couldn't break up; they loved each other more than any other couple he'd ever seen. If they broke up then he could imagine their bohemian family breaking up as well. Collins and Angel were the ones that kept the group together; the ones who showed them how to really love and be loved. They helped them when they were down. "I'm sorry," said Mark, "Why?"
Collins sighed, "I went to the Life today…and someone kissed me, and…" he sighed sadly, "Angel saw."
"Oh, my God," said Mark softly, "I'm sure she'd understand if you told her-"
"I tried," said Collins, slouching in the couch, "She wouldn't listen."
"I'm sure she'll forgive you," said Mark, and went to the kitchen to get Collins some coffee. Coffee always seemed to help you feel at least a little better during shitty times, and Mark knew that Collins must be feeling pretty shitty. He had never seen Collins so happy until he met Angel. They just seemed to go together, as if they were supposed to be together their whole lives but just never met yet.
"Man," said Collins, sighing, "I hope so…I-"
Just then, the door of the loft swung open, and in came Roger, guitar in hands.
"Hey, guys," he said, closing the door and setting his guitar next to it, "What's up?"
Mark looked up at his friend and sighed. He'd better tell; it wouldn't do any good for Collins to tell. "Um, Roger?" he said quietly, "Angel and Collins just broke up."
Roger raised an eyebrow and looked to Mark then to Collins. No way…they had to be kidding? Angel and Collins breaking up? Might as well say Joanne hadn't gotten mad at Maureen flirting today. It just would never happen.
"Good one, Cohen," said Roger with a chuckle, and sat on the couch next to his friend, "And what else? Maureen decided to stop doing protests and open up a yuppie country club?"
Mark sighed. Roger thought it was a joke; he should've seen this coming a mile away.
"Roger," he said, looking at his friend seriously, "Collins and Angel did break up."
Roger kept laughing, until he looked at Mark and saw his serious face. He had been friends with Mark since High School; so, he knew when he was kidding or joking…and right now; Mark was defiantly not joking. There was no twitch in his eyes or mouth; his face looked completely serious like the day Roger had come into the loft and Mark had told him April had killed herself….it was the same look. Roger's mouth gaped. Collins and Angel break up.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, hopefully.
"'Fraid not," said Mark with a sad sigh, "Apparently, some random girl made out with Collins…and Angel saw."
"Wait?" said Roger, raising his eyebrow, "What? Why would someone do that?"
"You've known Maureen for years," said Collins; trying to lighten up the mood a little, "And you don't know why someone would do that?"
Roger chuckled lightly and said, "That's different; at least Maureen finds out if the person is single or not before making out with them."
"And not rely on a horoscope," Collins couldn't help but mumble. Ok, Cathrine didn't mean to do anything wrong he knew, and he forgave her….but, a horoscope? That just seemed….well, stupid, quite frankly.
"Hey, Rog," said Mark, going to the coffee machine, "Want some coffee?" He could tell his friend was not in the best of moods and was very upset that Collins and Angel had broken up….if he wasn't calmed down a little, he may do something they'd all regret. He then stopped when he heard Collins' mumbling and raised an eyebrow. Horoscope? "What?" Mark asked.
"Ya, Collins," said Roger, looking at Collins in confusion, "What do you mean, 'not rely on horoscopes?'"
Collins sighed; not sure if he could tell with Roger around. When he heard this; who knew what he'd say or do that girl? But…wouldn't they find out somehow anyway? They had a knack for that.
"Ok," said Collins, "Basically, after that girl made out with me; she said she saw in some horoscope that she would find Mr. Right and somehow thought it was me."
"Wait," said Roger, standing up, looking pretty mad, "You got dumped because of some stupid girl who followed her stupid horoscope too far!? That's not right, man!"
"I know, man," said Collins, "But, what can ya do?"
"I know what we can do," said Roger, crossing his arms, "Show that little bitch exactly what she just did…exactly what she just destroyed."
"Roger," said Mark, "That won't help anything and you know it. It'll probably only make things worse."
Roger rolled his eyes at Mark and Collins sighed and shook his head.
"No Roger," he said, "Mark's right…you yelling at her isn't gonna solve a thing…it's just gonna make another person completely miserable."
"Collins," said Roger, "This girl DESERVES to feel miserable…she just destroyed a couple that I've never seen more in love."
Collins winched slightly when he mentioned him and Angel and said to Roger, "Come on, man, calm down…you yelling at this girl won't help anything…and from what I can tell, she's not happy she did this in the first place."
"It doesn't matter how fucking bad she feels!" said Roger, "She still made out with a random guy without even knowing a thing about him or if he was single or not! She still broke you and Angel up!"
"Roger!" said Mark, "Calm down, please! Collins is right; yelling at this girl isn't going to help anything!"
"Come on Rog," said Collins, trying to plead his friend not to do anything stupid, "What if Mark had just yelled at Joanne when he realized Maureen had been cheating on him with her?"
"That's right, Roger," said Mark, "I gave Joanne a chance, I didn't just yell at her."
Roger just shook his head. He couldn't believe these two. They were just gonna let this girl get away with basically destroying all of Collins' happiness! That just wasn't right!
"Whatever," said Roger, "I'm going to get some air." And with that, he swung the loft door open and left. Mark and Collins just stared at each other, then at the door. Somehow they knew this wouldn't end well.
Meanwhile; at Mimi's apartment, Angel lye on the fold-out couch bed Mimi had pulled out for her, tossing and turning, thinking about Collins and the events that had just happened. Mimi had told her she could stay at her apartment for as long as she liked to collect herself.
So, there Angel lye and as soon as she fell asleep all she could do was dream about Collins…
Angel's giggles filled the apartment as she ran through the apartment, pillow in hand. "Eat my dust, Collins!" she yelled teasingly at her lover, who was running after her with flinging his pillow back and forth, trying to whack her with it.
"Never!" said Collins, still running after Angel with the pillow, chuckling.
Angel giggled in delight as she ran around the apartment, trying to avoid Collins but also trying to find the perfect time when he was distracted to get him. They had been playing for hours, and they were both getting pretty tired and Angel was determined to be the last one to whack Collins with her pillow before they both completely collapsed.
She looked back for a second and giggled lightly when she saw the Collins had stopped and seemed out of breath.
"Tired, baby?" she asked with a smile.
"Just taking a small break," said Collins, breathing heavily, but still smiling.
"Right," said Angel with a roll of her eyes, "Don't take too much time, baby…I can't wait forever to win," she said with a wink in Collins' direction.
"Oh, baby," said Collins with a smile as his breath came back, "You're gonna have to wait a LONG time for that one."
Angel just laughed and shook her head. "You must be really tired," she said, "You're delirious."
Collins chuckled and put down his pillow. "Oh," he said with a teasingly evil grin, "You're gonna get it."
Angel giggled as she was grabbed and tickled. "No fair!" she said, mocking seriousness as she was laughing out loud, "You're disqualified!"
"Ya," said Collins, laughing as well as he pinned Angel to the couch, still tickling her, "But, it's wroth it."
"Collins!" said Angel, giggling and trying to get out of his grip, "This isn't fair!"
After a good hour of tickling and giggling, Collins and Angel were both sprawled on their bed, gasping for breath and giggling.
"I so would've won," said Angel, looking at Collins with a smile.
"Nah," said Collins with a grin and a laugh, "If you would've let me finish my break, I so would've won."
Angel laughed and said, "Honey, if I would've let you finish your break; we'd be waiting for years."
Collins laughed and rolled over so he was looking right down at Angel. "Come here you!" he said teasingly and began to tickle her again.
Angel squealed in protest. "Collins!" she said, unable to stop laughing until Collins lyed a big kiss on her. She grinned and said jokingly, "Oh, so that's how you want to play it?" She then lyed a kiss on Collins as well and whispered, "I love you."
Collins smiled and kissed her again saying, "Love you to, my angel."
Angel couldn't help but smile as she slept; remembering that day. She felt such warmth, such love as she had never felt. "Love you too Collins," she mumbled in her sleep.
Mimi, who had just entered the room, frowned as she heard this. Poor Angel, she was gonna wake up with no Collins beside her. She hoped she and Collins fixed everything soon.
"Don't worry, Chica," said Mimi, pulling the blanket over Angel that had fallen off, "You'll have Collins back soon." She then sisterly kissed Angel's forehead. "I hope," she mumbled to herself and sighed. Maybe this would be a good time to go to the loft and see if Mark and Roger knew about this. She wrote a note for Angel on a piece of paper telling where she was going and off she went to the loft.
