La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la. Okay, this is the part where I get to write what happens next. Here in the fanfiction world, it's called updating. YAY UPDATING! Do you know how many times I've had to restart my computater-tot to get it to work right? A lot. But now it's workin' so it's all good! Alright, on with the chapter! By the way, judging by the name of this chapter, guess who's in this chapter.

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

As I sit on the couch, Angel and I watch in amazement while Mimi practically forces her pancakes down her throat. "You do know they ain't runnin' away from you right?", I asked. Mimi glares at me and I put my hands up in defense. "I'm just sayin'."

"Mimi, chica, this is your 2nd plate. Are you that hungry?", Angel asked. Mimi swallows. "Nope. I just like your cooking.", she said. Angel smiles at her. "Aw, thanks!", she said. Mimi finishes her pancakes at the same time that there's a knock at the door. Angel gets up, answers the door, and Mark walks in. Wait a minute . . .

"Man, what are you doin' here?", I asked. Mark shoots me a hurt look. "Wow Collins. You should write greeting cards.", he replied.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant, how'd you know where I was?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Well . . . I guess so, but how'd you find out where Angel lived?"

"Are you aware of how many people actually know Angel?"

"I take it there's a lot."

"Hey! I remember you!", Mimi said suddenly. "You're that guy that was with Angel and Collins last night! Mark, right?" Mark nods. "Yup. That's me."

"Did you talk to Roger?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"There's just no getting through to him."

"I coulda told you that.", I said matter-of-factly.

"Then why didn't you?", Mark asked.

"I didn't have the chance to. You were so damn eager to start fightin' with him."

"You and Roger fought?", Angel asked. Mark looks at her for a moment and then sighs. "I don't wanna talk about it.", he said, lookin' around the livingroom. "So, you stayed here last night?", he asked me. "Yeah."

"Where'd you sleep?"

"Well . . ."

"HE SLEPT WITH ANGEL!", Mimi yelled. Mark's eyes widen. "You . . . slept with Angel?", he asked. "Nothing happened!", I said. Mimi rolls her eyes. "Umm hmm.", she said. Mark turns to Mimi. "Did something happen?", he asked. "I don't doubt it.", Mimi said.

"He's telling the truth! Nothing happened!", Angel said.

"Whatever you say.", Mimi said.

"I'm not promiscuous! Why don't you, of all people, believe me?"

"Cause if you have certain types of feelings around someone, something's bound to happen."

"'Certain types of feelings?'", Mark repeated.

"Horniness.", Mimi explained flatly.

"What makes you think we were horny!?", Angel asked.

"Well . . . I don't know about Collins, but you and those dreams you've been having . . ."

"Don't. You. Dare.", Angel warned. Mimi smirks at Angel's glare and continues to tease her about this mysterious dream. "Más difícil... más rápido... no se paran...", Mimi said.

"Shut up!", Angel said.

"Ah mi Dios... esto se siente tan bien..."

"I said: Shut up!"

"Miel . . . oh Dios . . . CÓJAME!"

"SHUT UP!" Angel throws a pillow from the couch at Mimi, who's now laughin' her ass off. "Oh calm down. He can't understand me anyway.", Mimi said after her laugh attack.

"I don't care! It's embarrassing! Why'd you do that!?"

"Angel, calm down!"

"No! For the rest of the day, I'm not talking to you!" Mimi's mouth drops open. "How can you just not talk to me?", she asked. Angel folds her arms across her chest. "I can't tell you cause I'm not talking to you!", she said.

"Angel, don't you think that's a little mean?", I asked as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"No! It's not mean enough! She wasn't supposed to say anything!"

"Well, before your "I'm-not-talking-to-Mimi-day" begins, can I make a confession?"

"What?"

"I already knew you've been havin' dreams about me."

"What!? How!? Who told you!?"

"You did."

"No I didn't!"

"Not consciously."

"What are you talking about?"

"You sorta . . . moaned my name in your sleep." Angel gasps and puts one of her hands over her face. "Ah mi Dios. I'm so embarrassed.", she said. I chuckle. "Don't be. It's okay."

"Judging by your attitude towards this, I'd say you've been having some dreams of your own Collins.", Mark said. I blush and take my arms from around Angel as Mark's eyes widen. "Have you been dreaming about her?", he asked. I remain silent and sit on the couch. "Oh my God. Collins has been having wet dreams!", Mimi said.

I glare at her. "Shut the hell up!"

"What was it like? What happened?"

"You want a play-by-play?"

"Oh God! NO!", Mark interjected.

"ANYWAY, there's a Life Support meeting at 12:00 today. Anyone wanna go with me?", Angel asked, changing the subject. What is with this girl and gettin' ready for stuff 3, 4, and 5 hours before it actually begins? "I'll go.", I said. Angel smiles at me and turns to Mark. "What about you?", she asked.

"Anything to get these mental pictures out of my head.", he replied. Angel giggles and turns to Mimi. "Meems, I've decided that I'm gonna talk to you. So, you wanna go?" Mimi shakes her head. "No thanks."

"Chica, it'll help you."

"I know, but I have other things to do today."

Angel gives her a worried look. "Mimi, usted no usa otra vez, verdad?", she asked in Spanish.

"No! It's nothing like that. I just have to learn a new dance for work tomorrow.", Mimi said. I can tell she lied to Angel about whatever she asked her about. And whatever it is, it must be somethin' serious. I start to ask what's wrong before Mark grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the kitchen. "Collins, don't ask.", he said.

"How do you know I was gonna ask somethin'?"

"I can tell when you're curious."

"How?"

"I'm not saying you're curious often, but when you are you make this face."

"I do?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know somethin'?" Mark's eyes widen.

"What's wrong with you?", I asked.

"You seriously don't know? Seriously?"

"Know what?"

"Holy shit. I know something you don't know. Usually you know everything, but this is seriously something you know absolutely nothing about. Wow. I gotta let this sink in."

"Mark!"

"Sorry. It's just amazing to me."

"I realize that. Now, what do you know?"

"Mimi's . . . a junkie."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you find out?"

"Roger told me."

"How'd he find out?"

"Mimi told him."

"Ain't nothin' secret nowadays?"

"Guess not."

"Wait. You understood what Angel said?"

"Some of it. You can't say I told you."

"I won't man."

We go back in the livingroom and see Angel's gone and Mimi's puttin' her shoes on. "Hey, Mimi, where'd Angel go?", I asked. She looks up at me. "She's takin' a shower.", she replied. I nod and take a joint out of my pocket. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Angel doesn't like it when people smoke in her house.", Mimi said.

"Fine. I'll be outside." I leave the apartment, walk outside, sit on the curb, and light my joint. After I've been smokin' for a good five minutes, I hear footsteps behind me. You know how you can feel when somebody's behind you just standin' there starin' at you? That's how I feel right now. I ain't even kiddin'. "I see you're still smokin'.", I hear a voice say. I turn around and see the absolute last person I want to see right now or ever. Josh, the only man I've ever met who was taller than me. Only by a foot and a half though.

"Damn.", I said.

"What kind of greeting is that?", Josh asked.

"The kind only you get. You should feel special." I put my joint out and stand up.

"You look like you're doin' a lot better. You look . . . happy."

"I was. Then I saw you." Josh puts his hand over his heart. Or black hole in his case.

"Ouch. That hurt Collins."

"Good." Josh comes over to me and puts his arm around. I really don't want his fucking arm around me. "Aw. Don't be so mean.", he said. I start squirmin'. "What's wrong with you?", Josh asked. I continue to squirm. "I don't want your damn hands on me. I'm with someone and I don't think she'd appreciate it either.", I said.

"You're datin' a girl?"

"Drag queen."

"Oh. You've finally stopped cryin' and moved on."

"Yes I have. Now, don't put your hands on me no more."

"This isn't puttin' my hands on you." Josh takes his arm from around me and grabs me by the back of my neck. "This is." I start squirmin' again. "Get off me!", I yelled.

"If I own somethin' I can do whatever the hell I want to it."

"You don't own me! Now, let me go!"

"Oh I'll let you go alright. Right over the Brooklyn bridge." He starts draggin' me away from Angel's apartment. I don't scream cause I know exactly what he's capable of doin' to me. At the same time, I'm scared outta my mind. He puts me in a car that's parked in a nearby alley, gets in the drivers seat, and pulls off. Then reality hits me.

I'm bein' kidnapped.

Another thing I'm not proud of writing. Damn-it! Why the hell do I keep putting Collins in these situations!? I think I need some help. Anyways, review please! Oh yeah. I'm takin' any suggestions for Collins' rescue in the next chapter.

Translations:

"Más difícil . . . más rápido . . . no se paran . . .": "Harder . . . faster . . . don't stop . . ."

"Ah mi Dios . . . esto se siente tan bien . . .": "Oh my God . . . that feels so good . . ."

"Miel . . . oh Dios . . . CÓJAME!": "Honey . . . oh God . . . TAKE ME!"

"Mimi, usted no usa otra vez, verdad?": "Mimi, you're not using again, are you?"