I just found out that Jesse's leaving Law & Order. All I have to say about that is: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HE CAN'T LEAVE!!! IT WON'T BE THE SAME WITHOUT HIM!!! THEY BETTER NOT KILL HIM OFF!!! I MEAN, THEY ALREADY PUT HIM IN THE DAMN HOSPITAL BEFORE!!! I SWEAR I'M GONNA GATHER A BUNCH OF L & O FANS AND START A RIOT!!! THIS IS SO NOT RIGHT!!! Okay, I'm done yellin' now, but I'm still mad! Thank you for all your reviews. And trust me, I hate Josh just as much as you all do and I'm the one who created him! Just a heads up, he's gonna come back in the story. You don't know when, how, or why, but he'll be back. DUN, DUN, DUN!

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

As we enter the livingroom, I still have a stupid grin on my face. It's like one of those grins on ventriloquist dummies that never goes away and, when you stare at it long enough, you feel like its eyes are burnin' a hole right through your head. Not very attractive, but I can't help it. My enormous grin turns into a small smile once we're in the livingroom.

"Morning chica!", Angel said to half-asleep, half-sittin' up Mimi, who was rubbin' her eyes. "Morni . . . WHOA!" She's wide awake now, although that was the strangest reply I've ever heard. Then again, I know absolutely nothin' about this girl. "What's wrong Mimi?", Angel asked. Mimi points at me. "WHEN DID HE GET HERE!?"

"I'm sorry. Am I not allowed to be here?", I asked.

"Of course you're allowed to be here.", Angel said.

"Anybody gonna answer my question?"

"Chica, he got here last night."

"How come I didn't know that?"

"You were asleep."

"Oh. Since we're on that subject, where'd he sleep?"

Angel looks at me and turns scarlet. "Uh . . . he slept . . . inmybed.", she said. Mimi twists her face in some odd way. "Huh?"

"Hesleptinmybedwithme."

"What!?"

Angel sighs. "HE SLEPT IN MY BED!", she yelled.

Mimi's eyes widen. "With you?"

"YES!"

"Oh. My. God." Mimi looks at me. "Did you fuck her?"

I blink a few times. "Say what!?"

"Did. You. Fuck. Her."

"What kind of question is that!?"

"Obviously one you're not gonna answer, so I'll just ask Angel. Chica, did he fuck you?"

Angel looks at me for a moment and then turns back to Mimi. "Deseo.", she said. Great! More Spanish!

¿"Ooh, le gusta él, verdad?", Mimi said . . . or . . . asked . . . or . . . somethin'.

"Bien . . . sí y no."

¿"Con qué quiere decir usted 'sí y no'?"

"Yo . . . clase de . . . clase de . . . bien . . ."

¡"Lo escupía ya!"

"Bien, bien. Pienso que tengo . . . caído enamorado de él."

Mimi's eyes go wider. ¿"Para verdadero?"

"Para verdadero."

¿"Ninguna broma?"

"Ninguna broma."

There's a moment of silence before Mimi speaks again. ¿"Puedo decirle?" Angel's eyes widen. ¡"NO¡NO HAGA USTED SE ATREVE A DECIR ALGO¡NUNCA LE PERDONARÉ SI USTED HACE!"

"Fino. No le diré, pero usted debería."

Angel sighs. "Sé." I think I should say somethin'. I'm bein' ignored. It's like I'm invisible or somethin'! "Hey! I'm still here!", I said. Angel looks back at me. "Sorry.", she said.

"Yeah. Didn't mean to leave you hangin' like that.", Mimi added.

"It's cool. I just need to know if I should start carrying around a Spanish to English, English to Spanish dictionary around ya'll." Mimi laughs for a record three seconds before staring at me Angel. "Awww! How adorable!"

"What?", Angel and I both said together.

"You guys are holding hands!" I look down and behold! Our hands are still together. I didn't even notice that. I wait for Angel to drop my hand, but she, for some strange reason, doesn't. "What would you two like for breakfast?", Angel said.

"PANCAKES!", Mimi yelled.

"Loud enough?", I asked. Mimi sticks her tongue out at me and Angel giggles. "What would you like Collins?", she asked. I think for a moment.

"Got any Captain Crunch?"

"Always! So that's pancakes and Captain Crunch. I'll be right back." Angel lets go of my hand and disappears into the kitchen, leaving me and Mimi alone. "So, why'd your parents name you Collins?", Mimi asked, apparently tryin' to break the ice. "They didn't. Collins is my last name.", I said.

"You go by your last name?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Cause I hate my first name. It makes me sound like I'm a damn monarchist."

"I take it you're not."

"Oh hell no! I'm the exact opposite! I hate the government!"

"So you're an anarchist that goes by his last name cause his first name sounds royal?"

"You know it."

"What is your first name?"

"Thomas." I cringe.

"Tom for short I suppose."

"Yeah."

There's a silence and then . . . "HOLY SHIT!", Mimi yelled, makin' me jump out of my skin. "What?"

"I JUST REALIZED YOUR NAME IS TOM COLLINS!" Oh damn. Not another one. "ARE YOU AWARE THAT PEOPLE DRINK YOU!?" I roll my eyes. "Yes. I'm aware of that. Can we talk about somethin' else besides the fact that I'm named after an alcoholic beverage?"

"Yeah sure. You wanna talk about your feelings for Angel?" I stop breathin' for a moment. "I've only known for like 5 minutes. How'd you find out about that?", I asked. Mimi's eyes widen. "Oh my God. You really do have feelings for her?" I look away. "I didn't say that."

"But you implied it. Admit it. You like her."

"No I don't. I lov . . ." Crap! I almost said it! If I try to cover it up, maybe she won't notice. " . . . never mind." I mentally kick myself. Nice save Collins!

"No. What were you about to say?"

"Nothing."

"You were about to say 'love' weren't you?"

"No . . . yes . . . maybe." Mimi stares at me. "That ain't goin' work on me." She continues to stare. "Stop starin' at me." Okay, now she's scarin' me. How the hell does this girl keep her face like that? It's too much! "Okay, I admit it! I was gonna say 'love'! There! You happy!? You know the truth! Now stop with the eye-thing! IT BURNS!" Mimi's look softens. "That wasn't so bad, was it?", she asked. I stay silent.

"When are you gonna tell her? If you're gonna tell her, I mean." Mimi tries too damn hard to keep a conversation goin'.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, what would you say?"

"I don't know."

"Okay. What makes you love her?"

"Everything!"

"Can ya be a little more specific?"

"Well . . . her smile. It's warm and inviting. It just makes you think she's, and she is mind you, the sweetest person in the world. And that's why it pisses me off to no end that someone would have the nerve to break the heart of someone so . . . incredibly beautiful. But what I find amazing about her is the fact that even though she was hurt, she didn't let it harden her heart. She still has a place for everyone she cares about. Now all I can do is hope she has a place for me. I admit it. I officially admit it. I love her." Mimi's mouth is half-open. "Wow. I've never heard someone talk about her that way and actually mean it.", she said.

"Neither have I." Mimi and I turn toward the kitchen and see Angel standin' in the doorway. "You heard?", I asked. Angel nods. "Every word." I stand up and walk over to her. "Is all of that true?", she asked. There are tears in her eyes. "Yeah. It's all true. Every single word of it.", I said.

"Collins . . . I . . . I feel the same way." We smile at each other, even though we could both cry at any given time, and I can tell we're both thinkin' the same thing. There are no words. Just one sweet, passionate kiss. "I love you Angel.", I whispered after our lips parted. She smiles. "I love you too."

"Oh my God you guys! That was so fucking sweet!", Mimi said from the couch. Angel and I laugh. "Uh . . . breakfast'll be done in a few minutes.", she said. "Oh like you're thinking about breakfast right now!", Mimi said. We all share a laugh and for the first time in a long time, I'm happy and I feel loved.

Thank you Angel.

I had a nice time writin' that. Still mad about the whole Jesse leavin' L&O thing, but I'll live. Anyways, I'm sorry for mistakes. Review please! Please? PLEASE!?

Translations

"Deseo."

¿"Ooh, le gusta él, verdad?"

"Bien . . . sí y no."

¿"Con qué quiere decir usted 'sí y no'?"

"Yo . . . clase de . . . clase de . . . bien . . ."

¡"Lo escupía ya!"

"Bien, bien. Pienso que tengo . . . caído enamorado de él."

¿"Para verdadero?"

"Para verdadero."

¿"Ninguna broma?"

"Ninguna broma."

¿"Puedo decirle?"

¡"NO¡NO HAGA USTED SE ATREVE A DECIR ALGO¡NUNCA LE PERDONARÉ SI USTED HACE!"

"Fino. No le diré, pero usted debería."

"Sé." :

"I wish."

"Ooh, you like him, don't you?"

"Well . . . yes and no."

"What do you mean by 'yes and no'?"

"I . . . kind of . . . sort of . . . well . . ."

"Spit it out already!"

"Okay, okay. I think I've . . . fallen in love with him."

"For real?"

"For real."

"No joke?"

"No joke."

"Can I tell him?"

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU DO!"

"Fine. I won't tell him, but you should."

"I know."