Chapter 9

A/N:  OK, still don't own them. And from this point on…I don't.  Also, there will be some random happy totally out of context parts in this section.  I'm trying to cheer myself up my poor brand new baby car got hurted!  ::pout::

* My dog is addicted to peanut butter like someone is addicted to Crack or Heroin.  She sits there and stares at it and waits. 

            I walked to the door of our apartment and checked to make sure it was safe to go in.  It was.  So I turned the knob and walked in, only to be greeted by some moans and suggestive phrases. 

"SHIT!  ANGEL!"  I turned and covered my eyes.

Angel jumped off the couch followed by a cute guy I only assumed to be Philippe the new guy she had been seeing.

"Oh, Mimi, I'm sorry this is Philippe."

"Nice to meet you, glad I walked in before this got TOO hot.  Angel!  I thought we had an agreement; you tie one of my g-strings on the door knob when you have a guest, like this.  This is the fifth time this has happened!"  I turned to face her and glared at her.

"I did!"  She looked totally truthful.

"Well, there wasn't one on the door!"

"But I put one there!"  I stood there looking confused.

"Well, where did it go then?  Where do they go!?!?"

*****************************************Cut to Upstairs at the loft***********************************************

A small blonde man looked up as Benny entered.

"Hey Benny!  Guess what?"

"What?"

"You know that REALLY hot girl from the strip club?"

"Mimi."

"Yeah! Her.  Anyways, you know how she always ties her thongs to the doorknob?  Cuz I guess that's what strippers do.  Well…"  The small blonde man, named Mark, leaned over and pulled open a drawer filled with brightly colored thongs.

Benny cracked up and looked in the drawer. "SWEET!  You guys steal her thongs?   I like the lime green one!"  He exclaimed as he pulled it out of the drawer, and shoved it in his pocket.

***********Back to Angel and Mimi's Apartment************

Angel shrugged and put her arms around Philippe.  "So, how did things go with, TDH?"

I looked at her confused, "TDH?"

Angel rolled her eyes and laughed, "DUH!  Tall Dark, and Handsome!  Silly!"

I laughed, shrugged, and got up and went into "my" bedroom, when in reality it was the room where the bed was, the bed Angel and I shared when one of us wasn't occupying another person's bed.  I plopped down and heard Angel whispering to Philippe that she would call him later.  A few seconds later I saw her walk into the bedroom.

"Well…"

"Well what?"

"MIMI!"  Angel whined, "Tell me!"

I grinned, sat up and scooted closer to her like a twelve year old girl about to reveal the secrets of her first kiss to her best friend.

"Well..."  I started, "We talked and, we went to a coffee shop."

Angel started at me like a puppy waiting to be given a scoop of peanut butter*.  "Is that all?"

"Yep."  I grinned, trying to play it down.  Angel didn't buy it for a second.  How well she knew me!

"YOU KISSED!! You made out!!! YOU KISSED!!"  She paused and grinned, "But did you do it?"

"ANGEL! NO!  What do you think I am a slut?"  She gave me the 'I didn't say it YOU did' look.  I sighed, "No, we didn't do it, and we didn't make out, but it was an AMAZING kiss, soft and sweet.  Angel, I think I really found a boyfriend here, a real, what's that word? Monogamous.  A real monogamous relationship boyfriend!" 

Angel grinned and hugged me.  "That's great honey.  That's great.  Well, what's his name?"

"Thomas.  Tom."  I giggled.

"Well, just remember honey, you're young---"

I cut her off.  "Angel…"

"Just listen, you're only sixteen.  Be careful, you promise me?"

I smiled.  She knew that meant I promised. 

The end!

(Just kidding…There will be more.)