Ok, this chapter is a bit longer than the last one, though that may just be because of all the dialogue. A big thanks to Angel of the First Degree, for inspiring me to write this story. If you want to read an amazing story about Angel's past, definitely check out Today 4U: Proof Positive. Well, on to chapter 2!

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Chapter 2: Cats, fights, and rubber bands

Mark and Maureen had had trouble falling asleep that night since at around midnight Roger had decided to go into a laughing fit. When asked what was so funny, Roger had simply pointed at the rubber band in his hand.

"I think I should play this instead of my guitar guys. It sounds so cool!"

 That was around the time Benny and Collins had gotten home, and they were all treated to four hours of rubber band playing since Roger would scream at them all if it was taken away. So by the end of the night all four of them were ready to kill him. The next day though, Roger was back to normal after a nice long sleep, and Mark had put the problem in the back of his mind. He didn't like to dwell on things; it made him edgy. Instead he acted the way he always did, as if it hadn't happened. The five roommates were sitting around the apartment on a Saturday afternoon, which was normal since none of them had lives.

 "Okay, it's official. April's avoiding me," Roger declared as he stormed from his room, phone in hand.

"Why? What happened?" Mark asked, hanging upside down from the couch.

"She won't answer her phone. I've called her three times today!"

"She may just be, oh I don't know, not home?" Collins answered sarcastically.

Roger stopped pacing, "Huh, I didn't think of that."

"Genius this one," Mark said, jerking his thumb in Roger's direction. Roger retaliated by throwing the phone at him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For being an idiot"

"Oh well then here," Mark threw the phone back at him. Roger was just about to attack Mark when Benny, who jumped up between them, saved him.

"Ok guys, you're both idiots. Chill."

"Who asked you?" Roger and Mark said in unison. Collins rolled his eyes and still glaring at each other, the two sat down on the couch.

"So Mark, got any plans tonight?" Benny asked, getting up to fish through the empty fridge.

"Nope, do you?"

"I'm going out to this new club. It's supposed to be really good."

"What's it called?" asked Maureen, who was filing her nails on the couch, oblivious to everything around her.

"Um, cat something. Cat, Cat-"

"Cat Scratch?" Collins interjected.

"That's it! How'd you know?"

"My ex used to go there, he liked to watch this Drag Queen that sang and played drums or something."

"So anyone else going?" Benny asked, finally giving up on the fridge.

"I'm up for it," Roger said immediately, "Mark'll go too."

"Thanks for asking me," Mark said sarcastically.

"Anytime."

"Collins?"

"Nah, that place doesn't bring back good memories. I'll stay here tonight."

"Maureen?"

"I'm there!"

"Great! We'll head out at around seven. Is that good for you?"

The others agreed, glad that they were able to get out.

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"Does this dress make me look fat?" Maureen asked later, poking her head out of her room and grabbing Mark, who happened to be walking by. He looked at her; she was wearing a tight red dress that fell low on her chest, showing off her cleavage, and had a small slit running up the side of the already short skirt. 

"No, you look great!"

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes, can I have my room now? I need to change too."

"I'm not done yet! I still have two more dresses I'm considering."

"But you tried on three already!"

"How would you know?"

"Collins says you had him trapped in here for fifteen minutes debating whether to wear the straps of your black dress on or off your shoulders."

"That's one"

"You cornered Roger on the stairs wanting to know if you should wear you hair up or down with your bright orange one."

"Two"

"And Benny said you nearly tackled him when he tried to escape from telling you that your white dress was see-through."

"Fine! I'll wear this one! Happy?"

"Very. Now can I get in my room?"

"Oh excuse me for being excited about going out Mark. Because I know how we do all the time so there's really no reason for me to want to look nice," Maureen said sarcastically.

"Don't get on me about taking you out, you know I can't afford it!" Mark said angrily.

"Then get a job!" Maureen yelled back.

"Look who's talking!"

Roger, who had been walking by, heard the argument and quickly reversed direction. He never wanted to get in the middle of a spat between Mark and Maureen since they would often end in- CRASH … something breaking.

"Maureen!"

"Just get out!"

"FINE!" Mark screamed, storming from the room, nearly knocking Roger over as he went downstairs, muttering something under his breath.

"Oh boy, this may not be the best night to go out," Roger said aloud to no one in particular.

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For those of you who are a little slow, the next chapter will feature a few cameos. I'll get working on it right away! Please review!