Author's Notes: Another chapter for my darlings! I know this one is a short one, but please bear with me the school year officially started today. I got into our acclaimed Concordia Choir yesterday (we travel and sing internationally) so I'm just walking on air. We also had our Theatre kick-off meeting today, and there are so many shows I look forward to. Anyway, just wanted to give you all an update.

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Four

The walk back home was a quiet, but nervous one. It would only be a matter of time before the two of them got into an argument, so Collins tried to stay as calm as possible, for Angel's sake at least. She shivered underneath him as their block came into view. "You're gonna be alright babe."

Angel nodded knowingly. "As long as I have you."

Collins stopped lifting Angel's tear stained face to his. "You'll always have me girl."

Helping Angel up the stairs, Collins could hear her whimpering slightly, beginning to sob just a little. "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it."

"It's alright Ang, we're almost there love."

Angel began to weaken, almost falling down the stairs until Collins caught her. "I can't do this anymore. I just can't believe it. Oh God . . . Mimi."

Collins wouldn't give up on his girl, never in life or beyond that would he ever give up on his girl. "One more flight Angel, you'll be alright."

Fumbling for his keys, Collins opened the door holding onto to Angel as she slouched onto his body in grief. "You're home Ang."

She lifted her head and looked about her. Collins giggled. "Babe, you've been speakin' that Spanish to me all night and I still don't have any idea of what you're sayin'."

Angel smiled at her love as he closed the door behind them. "I said that I was tired lover."

"Well let's go to bed then." The professor held Angel in an embrace, suggestively rubbing her back.

"What are you doing Tom?" Angel backed away from him, Collins a little embarrassed by what he was hinting at them to do.

The vision of Mimi's lifeless body flashed in front of Angel's eyes, bringing back the anger. "You bastard!"

"What!"

"You want me to let you fuck me so that you can get something out of it! What about how I feel¡Mi mejor joder del amigo tomó dosis excesiva hoy!"

Collins threw up his hands, sitting on the couch. "I don't want to argue with you Angel. I just thought-"

Angel angrily walked over to Collins, standing in front of him. "No! You thought that maybe if you tired me out you wouldn't have to hear me crying. Well fuck you, Usted no obtiene ningún coño esta noche!"

The professor leaned his head back on the couch, watching Angel as she grabbed her drumsticks and pickle tub, heading out the door. "Where are you going Angel?"

"¡Sálgame sólo!"

Collins closed his eyes. "You know it's to LATE TO GO OUT RIGHT NOW ANGEL!" He shouted to her as she slammed the door.

He wanted to give her some space, but she could always do that here. It was much too late. The professor opened the door to find a broken Angel holding onto her drumsticks, sobbing. Collins said nothing as he picked her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her down as she continued to cry. He didn't even bother taking his clothes off as he climbed on top of her, wanting her to feel as much of him as possible. She laid on her back as he enveloped her like a blanket. And there they slept, giving each other hope for the next day.

Roger woke up early that morning, around four immediately turning over onto the edge of the bed vomiting. He emptied his stomach in record time, and wiped his mouth as his high began to come down. As he paced the room, he realized how shitty the drugs actually were by how sick he was feeling, that he remembered quite well from his earlier days. Mimi had been ripped off, and she paid the ultimate price for it. His arm still stung of the rough incision he did earlier that evening upon finding her, just like he did April. Why did everyone he love want to leave him? Why did Mimi feel like she wasn't worth it?

There was nothing to live for anymore, not even his music. He angrily stumbled over to his beloved guitar and threw it against the wall, destroying it. Tears fell as he mumbled loudly to himself. "Mimi..."

"Roger." Mark said quietly, rubbing his arm nervously. He remembered how Roger was, and he knew just what to say in order to not get hurt again.

"Fuck off, I want Mimi." The rocker ran into the dresser knocking off a box of condoms. Picking them up he shoved the box into his back pocket as he shoved Mark out of the way. "Move the fuck out of the way Cohen! I'm gonna find me a girl. I'm horny."

Mark looked over to his best friend with concerned eyes. "Doing this isn't going to bring her back Roger."

Roger turned to Mark shouting at the top of his lungs. "FUCK YOU MARK! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU! MIMI'S DEAD! I HAVE NO ONE! NO ONE! FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

Walking over to the couch, Mark plopped himself down and covered his face in hands afraid of what was to happen to them all, and what was to happen to Roger tonight.

Translations:

"Soy amante tan cansado." - I'm so tired lover.

"¡Mi mejor joder del amigo tomó dosis excesiva hoy!" - My best friend fucking overdosed today!

"Usted no obtiene ningún coño esta noche!" - You're not getting any pussy tonight!

"¡Sálgame sólo!" - Leave me alone!

Yes, I know Angel's mouth is vulgar right now, please bear with it.