Collins and I spent the better part of our last week in New York packing, and saying goodbye to our friends. Since Joanne is the only one of us with a car, she offered to drive us and all of our stuff to Boston, and since Maureen is Maureen, she offered to keep us company on the trip.

She also offered to take me shopping for less girly clothes, not that I need the help, I do know what I'm doing, but she was more there to make suggestions and keep my company. We shopped all day Friday, and managed to buy two suitcases full of less girly clothes in my budget. Not to say my clothes were manly. They were still somewhat tight with sequins and glitter. You can't hide a feminine figure! I'm leaving all my skirts, dresses, and wigs with Maureen. She said something about a private show she was doing for Joanne. I said okay, as long as she washed all my clothes when she was done, and never told me about the shows.

It actually hurt not to pack any of my favorite outfits, but I did it for Collins. He's worth it.

We said a final good goodbye to out friends, promising to visit on all the holidays, and piled into the already stuffed car. Collins drove a moving van with what little furniture we owned in it, and Joanne drove the car. It was a pretty quiet drive. Maureen and I sang to the radio for awhile, and Maureen went into a rant about how our ancestors labored to build the roads, and there for it was absurd for us to pay toll fees to use them. She began forming a protest on the side of a box, and I think that was when I fell asleep. We stopped to eat, but besides that, like I said, it was a pretty quiet trip.

We got to MIT around five. The rest of us waited in the car as Collins went in to get his things from Professor Michaels.

Maureen and I sat on the hood of Joanne's car and Joanne leaned next to Maureen, but remained standing.

"Don't you think it will be weird? Not having all your friends here with you? Not have the Life Café, and having to find all new places to eat?" Maureen stared at me and twirled a finger in her hair.

"I think we can find new places to eat." I laughed quietly. "It's the friend thing that I'm worried about, especially for Collins. He's so attached to all of you." Maureen raised her eyebrows at me. "I am too; it's just that Collins has been with you guys forever. And he did get fired here for being gay. Now he's back and he has his boyfriend with him."

Joanne looked up at a tree, clearly thinking. "Well, someone obviously wants him here. And he obviously wants to be here." She looked down at me. "With you."

I pulled her arm so that she was in front of me, and I hugged her. Maureen, never wanting to be out of the loop, wrapped her arms around both of us. "That wasn't what I meant though. I was wondering how you guys would get by with out me."

I let go of Joanne and hit Maureen on the arm softly, when I saw Collins come back out with a large folder and a key chain around his finger. He came out with a huge smile on his face, his eyes wide and twinkling. He walked straight to me and picked me up, spinning me in the air.

When he put me down, I stepped back, just a little scared, but laughed it off. "What?"

"Well, they couldn't find an apartment within a walking distance of the school, so we got a house! A whole house! Only one story, but still!"

I know I must have looked stupid, but I screamed and jumped up and down, clapping my hands before throwing my hands around Collins neck. "Ohh my god! A whole house?"

"Yep! With rooms and everything."

Maureen slid off the car and smiled. "Cool! Now we can come stay with you whenever we want!"

Joanne rolled her eyes. "That depends on if they want us, Maureen."

I threw my arms around both of them. "Of course we want you!" I turned back to Collins. "Where is it?"