A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYS TO ADAM PASCAL AND ANTHONY RAPP. Update in honor of the birthdays.

Yeah, so basically I'm on my own as far as this chapter. (ProngsLovesRent, currently talking to you by the way. In case you wanted to know which one of us it was…) Anyway, I'm going to try to make this one at least sort of long. We haven't had one of those in a while. And don't mind my Maureen/Collins friendship obsession.

Collins sighed exasperatedly. EVERYTHING reminded him of Angel. He wished he'd never gone into that store. It wasn't like him to break a promise. He needed to get him out of his head. Collins leaned over and turned his radio on. He turned the volume up.

Your lipstick, his collar…Don't bother Angel. I know exac-

"You've got to be kidding me…" He mumbled to himself. He could not get away from that name. He groaned and switched the station.

…you know, it makes it hard to be faithful. With the lips of an Angel-

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed irritably. Two out of two. Now that's just weird. Desperately, he leaned over again and shut off the radio. He didn't believe in fate or signs. It was just an extremely unlikely coincidence. He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow in frustration. What was he supposed to do? How the hell was he supposed to make everything better? And then there was Roger, who'd called Collins once he got home and told him that he should stop bothering everyone about Angel and just deal with it. He'd told him that Mimi was right, and if Angel really liked him, he would've told him what was going on with him already. He'd hung up on him after he said it.

His bedroom door burst open. "THOMAS COLLINS!" Maureen shrieked, barging into the room and looking around. He couldn't remember inviting her…Typical. She looked around the room. "Well, this is depressing." She opened the blinds and light streamed in. "There is life outside your apartment."

"Go away." Collins said dully, pulling his blanket over his head to block out the light.

"You don't really mean that!" Maureen exclaimed, pulling the comforter off of him and starting to fold it. "Cheer up. Put on some music!" She turned the stereo on.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare- Collins punched the power button angrily. "No radio." He said sternly.

"But I like that song!"

He glared at her.

"Fine, no radio. But," she was straightening up around the room now; picking up miscellaneous items, squinting, or dusting them off, and putting them back anywhere that wasn't where she found them, "you ARE going to get out of the house today Collins, you can't sit alone in your room just because you're upset."

"Did my mother let you in? Because it doesn't seem like something she would do."

Maureen stuck her tongue out at him, "Tommy," she started, kneeling at his bedside, and saying as if he was a small child. Collins cringed at the name, "I'm going to take you to the park today."

"Meaning I'm either five years old or looking for a drug deal."

"C'mon! We're going to Central Park. I have to show you something there." She smiled and crinkled her nose in her special Maureenish way. "It's a surprise!"

Collins sighed, "Alright fine, maybe it'll help me get my mind off of Angel and arguing with Roger."

"Well I don't know about that."

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It was cold outside again, just like it had been the day before. Why Collins hadn't remembered that, until he left the apartment he didn't know. But they'd made it to the park by now so he'd have to cope. "How much farther until we get to this surprise?" He wanted to get somewhere warm.

"Why the hell aren't you wearing a coat?" Maureen asked him as if reading his mind. She was trudging several feet behind him, because she couldn't keep up, with her stilettos in the snow.

"I left my coat at Roger's. Unlike you, we don't all have a coat in every color of the rainbow. I'm not going to back there to get it, either" He shivered.

"Well, it's about to get a hell of a lot colder!" Maureen exclaimed.

"Wha-" He turned around to look at her and a snowball nailed him in the face. Icy water started dripping down his neck. It was probably less than twenty degrees out there. He wasn't wearing a coat. And this was her idea of funny. His face started to go completely numb in the cold. But for some reason, Collins smiled.

Maureen collapsed in the snow, laughing hysterically. "Oh my god…that was so perfect!" she cried. "I' m sorry! I had too! I REALLY had to!"

Collins sat in the snow next to her. "It's okay…" he said, gathering up snow in his fist and clenching it so that she couldn't see, "I love you, Maureen!" he hugged her from behind and when his arm was around her neck, he dropped the snowball down the front of her shirt. Maureen's eyes widened and she yelped. He got up and started running. She chased after him.

"You asshole!" she yelled, laughing. The front of her shirt was soaked. She couldn't catch him though. Her heel either kept getting stuck in the snow, or she'd slip on patches of ice.

Collins reached the Gapstow bridge and stopped dead, Maureen caught up to him and put her hand on his shoulder, panting. "Why'd you stop?" she asked, confusedly.

Collins shook his head in disbelief. Mark and Roger stood at the other end of the bridge. "Mo, you set me up for this, didn't you? There's no surprise." He realized dejectedly. "I don't want to talk to him."

Comprehension dawned on Maureen's face, as though she had just remembered why she brought him there. "It was Mark's idea…" She explained guiltily, "He figured you'd have to make up if you guys were forced to talk to each other. It's really just a stupid fight, over something that Roger probably only said for his girlfriend. You guys can't just like forgive and forget?" She pleaded, pouting.

"I don't want to talk to him." Collins repeated. But they were already walking towards them.

"I knew it was a bad idea…I told Mark! I told him I'd rather do something that would take your mind off of everything. Like finding a bunch of the best looking gay guys in the city…"

"You've cleaned my room, brought me to the park, and now you're trying to set me up on play dates? What's next, Mom? Can I get a happy meal after?" He snapped sarcastically.

Now they were only a couple feet away. Maureen elbowed Collins in the ribs, "Say something!" she demanded under her breath. "Or you will not get your fucking McDonald's, young man!" She grinned in spite of herself.

"Hey Mark." Collins mumbled a greeting, with a halfhearted wave. Mark didn't answer though. He was staring at Maureen's wet t-shirt. He probably didn't even notice he was, either. "HEY Mark." He said again, only louder.

"What? Oh hey Collins." His cheeks, already pink from the cold, reddened all the more. "Hey Maureen," Maureen rolled her eyes and zipped up her jacket. "So, it's a coincidence seeing you guys here!" Mark lied.

"Like hell it is…" Collins and Roger murmured in unison. They looked at each other. Roger looked just as mad as Collins felt, whether the anger was at Collins for refusing to talk to him, or at Mark for bringing him there, he didn't know. He vaguely wondered how Mark had tricked Roger into showing up. Finally Roger said something.

"Too proud for a coat?"

"Too whipped for an opinion?" He retorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Roger asked, as if he honestly didn't know what he was talking about.

"Nothing, I just didn't know when you started dating Mimi you became one mind. Decided not to stay on your friend's side anymore. What happened to Bros before Hos?"

"It was like that with other girls I dated. It's not the same with Mimi." Roger defended himself. Collins wasn't buying it, though. He didn't care who he was dating. Roger knew Collins needed support in the whole Angel thing.

"So you're just going to take her side, even if your friend needs you?" He was getting frustrated again; he didn't feel like sticking around. "You know what? I don't need to talk to you. I could be calling Angel. I'm going home." Collins turned around and started walking off. Of all the times to be giving up smoking…

"Good!" Roger called after him, "You can take the phone up to the roof, that way after he hangs up on you, you can just jump." He yelled. Collins felt a chill go down his spine. He turned around, ready to punch him in the face. Maureen shrieked. Mark caught him by the shoulder.

"Collins, don't!" He demanded, "Think about it, it's not worth it!" He tried to restrain him from getting at Roger.

Collins stopped, "You're right." He admitted, glaring at Roger, who was still standing there smugly. He turned on his heel, and started home.

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Collins sat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, breathing in and out heavily. Part of him wish he had punched Roger. The other part wished the stupid fight would be over and that they could just be friends. There was a knock on the door. He didn't respond. The door opened anyway. In came Maureen, holding a colorful paper bag.

"What's that?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Happy Meal." She answered with a weak smile. "It's supposed to make you feel better. I mean it is a happy meal."

Collins shook his head with a smirk. "I can't believe you brought me a happy meal…Thanks."

"I figured it's what a good mom would do." Maureen shrugged, sitting down on the bed. "Listen, what Roger said was out of line, but I know he didn't mean it. He's really torn about this. He just doesn't want to upset Mimi. It doesn't mean he'll never take your side again."

"I know." He said, not really feeling like talking about it. "So don't you have anything better to do then spend the whole day with me?" He questioned, for sake of a topic change.

"Oh, I'm not here alone." She gave a halfhearted smile, "There's someone else here to see you." She opened the bedroom door. "Ang, you can come in now! He's safe!" Maureen called out into the hallway. Collins tensed. She must be kidding. But Angel appeared, looking as good as he always did. "I got better acquainted with Angel while you were locked up here in your room. And I think you guys need to talk, but that's just my expertise. So I'm gonna leave you alone. Bye." And she was gone.

Awkward.

"Uhmm…Want a fry?" Collins broke the silence.

"Just one?" Angel quirked his brow.

"It's a happy meal…there's like eight." Angel nodded and took a fry.

There was a long silence. He had to say something. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Collins apologized, "I told you I could explain. I was buying those because I was frustrated and I needed to calm down. Before that, I hadn't even thought about smoking since I told you I'd stop, I swear. I was mad at my best friend, and I was confused and I didn't think! Angel, I would never want to break a promise to you. I really-"

"COLLINS! You're rambling again." He stopped him, smiling little. "I know, I believe you. You just have to swear to me that you'll never lie, and mean it when you make a promise and I'll forgive you."

Collins beamed. He leaned over and kissed Angel, feeling happy that something was finally going right. "I promise."

A/N: Alright, I had to end it there. Because I know I was boring you all. Review and I'll be your best friend And I'll let SiriusLovesRent write the next chapter so it's not as bad, deal? By the way, mad props to anyone who can name the three songs in the beginning. (Sorry that they wouldn't have been around when the Bohos were teenagers)

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