Author's Note: Yay chapter 11! I think? Thank you all SO MUCH for sticking with me on this story, I know that sometimes I take a while to update but I'm super busy right now so I'm trying my best! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing I LOVE YOU ALL!- XOXO
Of course, Collins moved in a couple days later, as you had all fallen too deeply in love with his wonderful personality. You made him his own room in the corner of the loft, with a sheet that hung from the ceiling. He made himself right at home, and you were happy that he felt comfortable around you and the boys.
Speaking of the boys...they eventually got over Roger's breakdown, and after some more apologies and tears, you all made up and things seemed almost back to normal...except for the fact that April was still dead...and you still weren't over it.
"I'm home bitches!" You hear Collins' low voice say as the loft door slides shut. "How'd it go professor?" Roger asks with a chuckle.
Collins had just gotten back from a job interview for a teaching position at NYU. Unlike the rest of you, Collins had gone to college and stayed there. "Eh, it was alright." He says, sitting down at the kitchen table without taking off his coat. "What'd you fellas do this morning?" He asks, reaching for a cigarette he had in his pocket. "Not much." You tell him, sitting down with him and Roger at the steel table.
"Mark's out filming." You continue. Collins nods and takes a long drag of his cigarette. You hear him exhale, and smoke clouds your vision for a moment. "He still workin on that documentary?" He asks you. You nod, getting up to make some tea with the hot plate that Mark's mom had sent to him for Christmas.
"He's been working on that damn thing for years." Roger laughs, rolling his eyes, and you hear Collins chuckle. "You're one to talk Davis, whens that song of yours gonna be finished?" You ask sarcastically, turning on the sink to fill the kettle you held in your hand.
Roger goes silent at this, and you hear Collins laugh loudly, and you smirk to yourself. "I'm making tea, you guys want some?" You ask them. "I'm good." Collins says, but Roger accepts the hot beverage.
After making the tea and sitting back down, you all talk for a while before Mark comes in through the door. "Shi* it's freezing out." He says, putting his camera down on the table. "How was your interview?" He asks Collins, not bothering to take his gloves off. Collins just shrugs. "I guess we'll find out." He says and Mark nods.
"Y'all wanna go out to dinner tonight?" Collins asks the three of you. "I'm all for it." You say.
"Yeah that'd be fun." Mark says with a cute smile. "No flow." Roger states curtly.
"It's on me man." Collins says, but Roger shakes his head. "You can't afford that and you know it." Roger tells Collins with a sarcastic chuckle. Collins just sighs.
"Well..." He starts. "I was waitin to tell y'all tonight, but I doubt Roger's gonna come out unless I share the good news." He says. You are perplexed, but continue to give Collins your attention.
"I got the job." He says with a wide smile. You immediately jump up and go to hug him. "Collins that great!" You tell him, and Mark and Roger are now congratulating him as well. "Settle down children settle down." He says with a laugh, motioning for you all to sit down. "I've got something else to tell you.
"Guys he's using his teacher voice." Roger says with a laugh.
"This must be serious." Mark adds on. You all laugh for a moment before Collins speaks again. "They gave me my first advance on the spot." He tells you all, and your eyes widen slightly. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. "Holy shi*!" Roger says, leaning over the table and taking a closer look at the money.
"That's a lot of cash!" Mark says, eyes focusing on the green bills. You just laugh happily and smile at Collins. "How much do you get a month?" You ask him.
His eyes take on a mysterious tone, although you can tell that it's all for show. "EIGHT THOUSAND DOLLARS BABY!" He yells, throwing the money up into the air, and suddenly you're all jumping up and down like four year olds.
"We'll be able to pay the rent for once!" Roger yells, half laughing. "No more freezing winters!" Mark adds on,
You suppose good things came of April's death as well, as much as you hated to say it.
But I mean come one...Collins had gotten an actual job! A job that could support your bohemian family!
You could pay the rent!
The Rent.