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There was a knock on the door exactly one hour later,

"Mark, Collins, could one of you get that?" Mimi shouted over the noise of the shower, "hello, Mark? Collins? I'M in the shower so if you guys-" Mimi scowled and switched off the shower. She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself and slipped to the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Roger, Maureen and JoAnne," said JoAnne's voice.

That's wierd, thought Mimi, JoAnne never comes to our appartment there must be something very wrong, She opened the door quickly.

Maureen and JoAnne pushed through carrying a semi-concious and very drunk Roger.

Then Maureen noticed Mimi,

"Em...Mimi, do you normally answer the door like that?"

Mimi ignored her,

"Is Roger okay?" she asked JoAnne

The two young women let him go and stood him on his feet, which buckled almost immeadiately.

Roger laughed "Why you fell over?"

Maureen started laughing uncontrollably, and almost fell down the stairs, but JoAnne grabbed her.

"Mimi are the others in?" JoAnne asked firmly.

"Well they were but I don't know where they are now," she replied.

"We feel sorry about leaving you with this hopeless case," said JoAnne pointing to Roger.

"Yeah, we're sorry," said Maureen and made to go back downstairs, JoAnne grabbed her again.

JoAnne looked sternly at Maureen, "That's right, we ARE sorry, so that's why we are going to stop with her and help take care of him, aren't we honeybear?"

"Of course pooky," smiled Maureen.

"Yeah sure," interupted Mimi, "But let me go get changed first,"

"Naturally," Said JoAnne.

Mimi ran into Roger's bedroom and into her wardrobe for some clothes.

She thought to herself, I was just naked in a room with two lesbians creepy, she changed into an almost see-through top and a mini-skirt, hardly covering up any more than the towel did.

She walked back through to find Roger pointing and laughing at the ceiling and claiming he could see "bubbles", JoAnne was trying not to laugh and Maureen was lying down staring at the ceiling to see if she could see them too, so far she couldn't.

"Okay," said Mimi, her sides sore from trying not to laugh,"exactly how did he get this drunk?"

Muareen replied, not moving from her spot, "He was out drinking with several of his band members, that's all we got out of-"

"WE'LL DRINK A DRINK TO-"

JoAnne put her head in her hands and Maureen started joining in, Mimi was torn between sitting down next to JoAnne or calling the looney bin, since the phone had cut off she chose to sit down.

"-SO THEY GAVE HIM MEDICINAL COMPOUND, NOW HE'S LEARNING...HOW TO FLY!"

"Okay, I don't want to know how much he's had to drink,"

Roger fell asleep.

Roger woke up the next day with a hangover to beat all hangovers, still parcially drunk, he fell out off bed and stumbled to the bathroom where the contents of his stomach made a reapearence.

Then he fell asleep again, his face still in the toilet, Mark got a fright when he went to take his morning shower and had to clean him up and take him back to his bed.

Mimi had chosen to sleep downstairs so she couldd get some sleep without the sounds of Roger thowing up all night ringing in her ears.

Collins on the other hand, hadn't returned from the important "something" he had to do.

The moment everyone was up, they began to worry about him.

"He wouldn't just run away," Mark said, "He wouldn't want to worry us, that's not Collins,"

Everyone nodded.

Mimi jumped up suddenly and made a dive for her coat, and announced,

"I'm gong off to find him, he might be in trouble, he would never abandon us so I won't abondon him,"

Everyone nodded and they all walked out after her, except Roger who was asleep and lying on his bedroom floor after falling out of bed.

After half an hour of searching Mark ended up being the one who found Collins and he couldn't beleive that someone who had given him imense hope could do something like THAT! Mark colapsed onto the sidewalk beside him and held his fragile body tightly, he saw the marks on Collins wrists where he must've slit them Mark felt helpless that one of his best friends had done something like this.

Then a note caught Mark's eye, it was flickering in Collin's pocket, about to be taken by the wind, he grabbed a read it hoping it would give some insight into Collins suicide but it only had the words,

"Keep on hoping" written on it.

Mark's hands were shaking now, not just from the freezing cold of the late afternoon, it was supposed to July but due to the coldness it was easy to mistake it for November, Mark dropped the letter without realising it and the wind carried it off, Mark just sat there remembering his favourite times with Collins...

He hadn't like Collins to begin with, he thought as tears rolled down his frozen face, he had, truth be told, been scared by him, his tendency to always be there and he

would always appear out of nowhere. Sure he'd only been nineteen at the time but it made him distrought that he hadn't trusted him untill the last few years.

Five minutes later Mimi found Mark still lying there frozen and stiff,

"Mark, are you okay? Speak to me, you can't stay here, get up," she checked for a pulse, it was there but very faint, "fine Mark, I'll carry you." She picked him gently and raised him onto her shoulders, her knees buckled under his weight, not that he was heavy, Mimi was just very light. She struggled to her feet and carried mark home, he was still frozen and slipping in and out of consciousness.