Note: Sorry for all those who wanted smut, the stuff that I actually wrote I deleted without thinking. So sorry people. To kinda make up for it I gotta a little peek here…yeah it's not much but it's all I can offer in a rated T story. One day I'll write smut, just not now. Sorry all. Also, I'm gonna leave Collins' POV for a bit hopefully you'll be ok with that. Cause after all, I've kinda left the rest of the crew for ages and they need some attention. So anyways, thanks so much and enjoy!
Collins slowly opened his eyes to see a sleeping Angel on his chest. A smile spread across his face, he couldn't imagine anywhere else he'd rather be. The supposed sleeping Angel smirked and lifted her head up, "I thought no one could sleep later then Dawson. I have been corrected. Two pm, baby? Did I wear you out that much?" She asked letting her fingertips trace little hearts on Collins' chest.
"Yes you did." He admitted with a snort, "When did you wake up?"
"About five minutes ago. We both beat him." Angel and Collins laughed gently holding each other close. Their eyes closed with contentment, until it dawned on Collins.
"Umm…baby?" He mumbled.
"Hm?" Angel nuzzled her head against Collins' chest kissing it for good measure.
Collins bit his lip, "Did you say two pm?"
"Well it's three after two technically." Angel said having no problem with the fact. Her lips went back to kissing his chest gently. Collins tried his best to ignore what he wanted, namely to stay in bed with Angel til his mother came home.
"Um…" Collins struggled to concentrate as Angel started to move her kisses down his body, "Angel…when were we supposed to meet the crew at the café."
Angel's head popped up with a deep frown, "Oh crap." She whimpered looking down at Collins as if he was a treasure taken from her at the last minute, "Could we be fashionably late?" Angel looked hopeful.
'No you have to meet your friends.' Collins' conscience told him, 'They're going to be worried that both of you are late. And goodness knows if you get going…who knows when you'll stop!' Angel seemed to notice his heavy contemplation, a mischievous look spreading across her face. She bit her lips seductively.
'How can you? Just look at her! They'll live without you…you'll be quick….Or hopefully slow.' Collins' other half argued as Angel slid up his body and started to bombard his neck with kisses. Her hands feeling his muscles left over from his forgotten football career.
"Fashionably late…" Angel murmured in his ear taking his earlobe into her mouth and sucking on it gently.
That did it.
"Sorry guys see you around…2:30…" Collins mumbled. Angel pulled back to face him and shook her head.
"3:00?" Angel raised an eyebrow.
Collins sat up and kissed Angel deeply their tongues eager to greet the other. As they parted Collins whispered, "We'll see you when we see you."
Angel laughed hard while Collins threw the bed sheets over them.
Maureen took her sweet old time getting to the café. The last thing she wanted to do was face Joanne at all, but she knew that her ex was a part of the group now. No matter how much she wanted to, the drama queen couldn't avoid Joanne…but she could procrastinate. Which she did showing up at 2:45 expecting to hear "Where were you"'s and "You took your time didn't you"'s from her friends. Instead, she found Joanne sitting alone at one of the outside tables staring at her watch.
"Where the hell are they?" She mumbled under her breath.
Maureen stood in front of her hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes saying, "I'm here."
Joanne glanced up, "Yeah. I can see that." She stood up from the table and stood on her tip toes scanning the parking lot.
Maureen sighed taking a seat and pulling her lipstick out from her purse. With the help of her "diva" compact she re-applied some make-up. Maureen decided that she would have to physically abuse everyone of her friends when they appeared. How could they do this to me? Really? She asked herself.
Joanne balled her fists and crossed her arms now pacing, "They better have not done this on purpose."
With a loud snap, Maureen closed her compact, "Now that is something I agree with you on." She put away her make-up and added, "It's a first."
Joanne shook her head now facing her ex, "Can we just not, do this?"
"Pookie," Maureen stood up standing right in front of Joanne, "I'm not keeping my mouth shut to make you happy. I've done enough of that.'
Joanne closed her eyes and reopened them again, "I'm not asking you to pretend something you're not. But do you have to flirt-"
"I'm a friendly person! I never cheated on you." Maureen pointed out taking a step closer to her ex.
"Then explain your boyfriend!" Joanne called out taking a step forward as well, their bodies touching.
Maureen frowned and took Joanne's hand from her side. Her other hand caressed it, "He means nothing to me…not like you did…still do."
Joanne's whole body seemed to melt, "You…you don't like him?" Something inside Joanne asked her what she was doing. Nothing was going to change, Maureen would still flirt. But the softness of her fingertips made Joanne want to forget the truth.
"Not really," Maureen said with a shrug, "He's cute enough. But he's a pick me up, Joanne. Someone to make me not feel so damn alone."
"Oh Maureen…" Joanne cupped her face, "You're not alone." The two girls smiled and leaned into each other. At least until they heard Mimi call out.
"Hey!" She waved to the two of them apparently not noticing the intimacy of their moment. Roger and Mark walked behind her. Roger an extra skip in his step always keeping an eye on Mimi. Mark was dragging his feet along the pavement.
"Hell of timing." Joanne whispered to herself. Maureen had scooted from her side at the first sight of them and was sitting at the table already.
"I'm so sorry we're late. Blame me." Mimi sat down brushing the hair from her eyes.
"Yes do blame her." Roger smirked sitting next to Mark who had a puppy dog pout on his face.
Mimi giggled and smacked Roger gently, "We went back to Mark's and I made him try on all of the clothes in his closet since he was going on the big first date tonight."
"Was?" Joanne frowned sitting down as well and making sure to stay away from Maureen, "What happened? Lori didn't puke did she?"
Mark raised his eyebrow, "How'd you know?"
Joanne sighed licking her lips, "Sometimes…when she's stressed or worried…well let's just say that she has a weak stomach. Poor girl…" With the thought of Mark's own predicament she added, "She's not just trying to avoid you Mark. It's probably a good sign in a way…she was so nervous…cause she likes you."
Mark shifted in his seat, "Yeah it's ok. Another night." He looked away at his own words.
Maureen was only half listening to the conversation, there were more important things at hand then Mark's love life. She took up the opportunity to change the conversation topic, "So where are Collins and Angel?"
Mimi shrugged, "I haven't heard from her in a while." She bit her lip, "She's never late."
"Don't worry, Meems." Roger said taking her hand gently, "Angel probably met up with Collins and got 'distracted'." Roger said using his fingers to make quotation marks. The group giggled knowing that the couple tended to get lost into their own little lovey dovey world.
"They better get here soon. After Prom issues are more important than Prom itself!" Maureen explained with passion, "We also need to find a motel…" Her eyes fell on Joanne.
Mark shook his head, "No motels….that's sleazy."
"Fits Mo then." Mimi smacked Roger for his comment, "My girlfriend is abusing me." No one seemed too concerned.
"Really, we'll go down my basement. Boys on one side, girls on the other." Mark said.
Mimi giggled shaking her head, "The basement things fine…but I don't really trust Angel and Collins on the same side."
"Crap." Mark leaned his head on his hand.
"And Maureen and I." Joanne chirped sitting up in her seat. Maureen smiled deeply, the feeling was mutual.
Roger raised a brow, "So you guys are…"
"Back." Maureen finished putting her hand on the table which Joanne took right away.
"Yup. We are." Joanne said leaning over the table to kiss Maureen.
Mimi clapped for them while Roger smiled. The tension between the two of them was nothing that anyone could really handle. They were all friends and to have two members feuding as they were…well it wasn't making their lives any easier. Plus, they were simply perfect together.
"Mosel tov." Mark grumbled, knowing that everyone in the group was in a good place with their relationship. Except him.
Roger glanced over and snorted at his best friend, "Don't worry, Lori will stop puking eventually."
Mark groaned rolling his eyes, "Collins never got to that sensitivity talk did he?"
Roger shook his head picking up a menu, "Nope."
Joanne took the menu from him, "Down to business, food later."
"What business?" Roger asked.
Maureen rolled her eyes, "The whole reason we are here. After Prom. Remember? Where are we gonna go the next day? How about the beach? I just bought this new hot bikini…" Joanne shifted in her chair a bit and nodded a bit too enthusiastically.
Mark wrinkled his nose, "That's where all the popular people go. Unless you want to deal with them…"
Roger sighed putting his feet up on an empty chair, "Namely Robbie and his cronies. I doubt Collins would be too crazy about that idea. Angel too."
Mimi patted Joanne on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Jo. I'm sure you'll see that bikini one way or another."
"Ok…where else can we go then?" Joanne asked seeming a bit dejected.
"Um." Mark thought for a moment, "How about the amusement park?"
Mimi clapped her hands automatically agreeing to the idea, "Yay we can go on the carousel! I call the ostrich." She took a menu and gave it to Roger. It was decided. At least Mimi had decided.
Roger was too hungry to argue, "Yeah sure. I could borrow my mom's car."
Joanne smiled taking Maureen's hand again, "They have a tunnel of love, you know?"
"Perfect." Maureen smirked.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Alright then…I guess we have to wait for Angel and Collins."
Mimi waved her hand, "She'll love the idea. She always gets the big rooster." Roger raised his eyebrow. His girlfriend giggled kissing him gently on the mouth, "The carousel, hun." Roger nodded putting his nose back in the menu.
"Yeah and anything Angel likes you know Collins will go along with it." Maureen pointed out with a wink to Joanne.
"Ain't that the truth." Mark said taking his own menu, "I hope they are having…fun."
Roger laughed putting his feet down, "Oh I would bet on it."
Two hours later the group was busy trying to figure out how much money everyone owed. Maureen had given up a few minutes ago and recklessly threw all of her money on the table. Joanne sat with a calculator and a scowl on her face.
"None of this makes sense…" She mumbled to herself, "Ok who ordered the burger."
Mark raised his hand, "And the root beer."
Joanne rubbed her forehead, "I don't even see a root beer on this check."
"Why don't you spilt it seven ways. Oh that would be five since we weren't here." Collins' deep voice offered as he and Angel finally strolled up to the table. Their hands were glued together, even as they sat down their hands remained on the other.
Mimi raised her eyebrow, "It's nice to see you two have finally graced us with your…" She paused for a moment and titled her head to the side, her eyes stuck on Angel. There was something different although she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.
Joanne sighed dropping her calculator back into her purse, "I'm with Collins. Everyone pay up. Fifteen dollars and thirty cents."
"I only have a twenty." Mark pulled out the bill, which made Joanne grumble.
Mimi's hand covered her mouth with a sudden gasp, "OH MY GOD!"
Roger's head snapped to look at her, "Are you-" Before he even got to finish asking her, Mimi jumped out of her seat and ran over to Angel. She took her best friend's hand and pulled her away from the group.
"Details, girl! Details!" Mimi called out almost bouncing with excitement.
Angel laughed taking Mimi's other hand, "I can't hide a thing from you can I, chica?" The two girls continued to talk in a very lively version of Spanish.
Roger, Joanne, and Maureen all looked to Collins who was trying to seem innocent.
Mark watched the girls confused, "What are they talking about…"
Angel let out a moan, apparently reenacting a section of the night before…or perhaps that morning. This clued Mark in, his face went pale.
"Oh." Mark said quietly.
Joanne giggled as she finished counting out the money, "I hope you used a condom, Collins. Don't wanna get Angel in the family way do you?" The table burst out in a fit of giggles. Roger almost crying and Maureen clapping her hands. Only Mark lacked enthusiasm leaning his head on his hand. Joanne noticed this and patted his back, the time would come for him one day as well.
Collins smirked and mumbled to himself, "Leave it to your friends to ruin the afterglow."
Post: Sorry this took so long guys, computer issues. Next Chapter: The Prom. If you still wanna see the dresses let me know. I will describe them but I think a visual might be helpful. Thanks all.