Collins was the first one to show up for the meeting. "Hola Bitches!" he laughed, spreading out on the couch, "What's happened in my absence?"
"Tom!" Randy exclaimed, looking horrified, "Watch your language!"
"It's Collins, dear," he corrected her, "And it's not like you haven't heard worse. You said worse, for crying out loud." She rolled her eyes. Collins and Benny always called her dear. She never really understood why.
"Let it go Randy," Roger and Mark said in unison, a monotone voice.
"I wasn't planning on doing anything," Randy whined. This was so typical of Roger to believe Randy was going to do or say something that would start a fight, and Mark had picked it up from hanging around so much.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Just then, Maureen burst through the door dramatically. "I have arrived," she announced herself.
"Thank you for telling us," Randy murmured sarcastically, "We never would have known otherwise." Mark laughed, but nodded in agreement.
"Okay, so let's get this show on the road," Maureen urged.
"We have to wait for Benny," Roger reminded her. She pouted, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Why? He's going to take forever," she whined. Randy ignored her and peeked out the window. As if on cue, Benny's car pulled up and he got out of the passenger side door. Maureen was still on her rampage. "I mean, Benny is always late. I don't see why we have to hold up this meeting for him. Obviously, he doesn't hold his life up for us. And another thing-"
"Maureen!" Randy cut her off, annoyance blatantly obvious in her tone, "Benny's here."
"Oh," she blushed, "Well, it's about time."
Benny, unlike the others who just burst through the door, knocked to announce himself. Mark flipped the latch and pushed the door open. "Hi everyone," he waved, "Sorry I'm late." There were murmurs of 'its fine' or 'whatever'. Mark, Roger, and Randy exchanged a look, but Roger was the one to finally say something about what they had seen earlier.
"So, how were things with you and Monica?"he asked slyly. Benny looked slightly taken aback.
"W-what? What do you mean?" he stammered.
"Mark caught you and Monica Rodriguez making out," Randy explained, "We've go the tape, if you'd like our proof."
"No, no, that won't be necessary."
"I thought so."
"Wait a second," Collins exclaimed, "They're telling the truth?" Benny nodded. "Dude! Score!" They gave each other a high five and laughed. Even Roger agreed with them as they started talking.
"Gossip," Randy all but spit (joking of course) in a low enough tone that only Mark and Maureen could hear. Both of them burst out laughing and the other three looked at them questioningly.
"What are you guys laughing about?" Roger asked. This only served to make the other three laugh harder.
"Oh nothing, Rog," Randy waved him off. He opened his mouth as if to press the issue further, but Randy, along with Mark, cut him off. "Let it go, Roger," they said boredly. Randy smirked at him. It served him right that his own joke be used against him.
"You guys are idiots," Roger rolled his eyes.
"Okay ladies," Maureen took charge, "Let's get this show on the road."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Roger asked defensively.
"All of you are acting like teenage girls," she explained, "And the only one who has an excuse to act like a girl is Randy."
"Gee, thanks."
"Speaking of Randy," Benny cut in. It was time to get down to business. "I take she's invited to the party this year?"
"Of course," Roger nodded, "The party is at our house, and she is now in high school. I think it's only fair."
Benny nodded. "Okay, now seeing as you guys know I'm dating Monica, can I invite her?"
"Of course."
"And I'm inviting April Ericcson," Roger announced, "She's this girl in my homeroom who's really nice. I think she'll get along well with the rest of us." The rest of them nodded.
"Anyone else need to be invited?" Maureen asked. She had taken out a tiny notebook and was taking notes.
"What about Angelo Dumott Schunard?" Collins asked.
"Who?" Roger replied.
"He was in our math class last year," Collins pointed out, "And he's in my homeroom this year. I think he could fit in with the rest of us."
"Okay, then he's in for now," Maureen decided, "Anyone else?"
"Randy, what about that girl in our homeroom?" Mark asked, snapping as if trying to remember her name, "Joanne Jefferson!"
"Oh yeah," Randy said sarcastically, "I would know who she is because I was in homeroom for so long today."
"Okay, well, she came over and was talking to me after you left. She seems nice."
"So, invite her then."
"Okay."
"I also want to invite Nate Peterson," Randy said.
"Who is that?" Roger asked. Randy rolled her eyes. Roger was kicking into 'over protective older brother' mode.
"He's the guy Mark filmed me with earlier. My friend."
"Okay, I suppose he's in," Roger was almost forced to give in. Randy nodded her approval. She was used to winning fights before they started with her brother.
A/N- Sorry it was a little short. I promise the next one will be longer. I'd also like to thank my one reviewer and ask for more for this next chapter. I love comments guys.
