"What a year." Collins said, pouring beer for Roger, Mark and himself.

"Yeah I know." Mark said. "Whoa, that's enough!"

"Sorry." Collins mumbled.

"Can I have some?" Carrie asked. Collins stared. "I'm kidding, sheesh. Nobody has a sense of humor anymore."

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Mimi said, walking by the guys. She turned the knob and saw Helena standing there, with Angel on her side. "Ohmigod!" Mimi cried, and threw her arms around Helena.

There was something different about her. Normally Helena held herself high, but now she looked smaller. She was carrying a stack of papers that were strung together with some red ribbon.

"Helena's back!" Mimi called. Maureen ran down to her.

"Oh, thank God your okay!" Helena said to Maureen.

"I could say the same to you." Maureen told her.

"Where have you been?" Collins asked, as her got his hug. "And what happened to your face?"

Helena touched the scar that Elizabeth gave Helena with a diamond ring. "Oh, long story."

"Why are you here?" Mark asked, getting straight to the point.

Helena looked Mark down. "I have something for you." She handed him the papers.

"What's this?" Mark asked.

"Read it." Helena said.

Mark looked down. "Seasons Of Love: I'll Cover You" Everyone looked at each other. "'December 24th, 1989, nine PM, Eastern Standard Time,' Mark said. 'From here on in I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it. Other than my old shit'" Mark looked up. Those were the exact words her said two years ago.

"Wha…" Roger was trying to find an explanation on how Helena knew all of this.

"I hope its okay." Helena said. "That I wrote my book about you-"

"How the hell did you figure this out?" Joanne flipping through the book. Helena seemed to of got every single thing that had happened last year.

"I just picked it up after a while. You all were always talking about it, and I pulled it all together." Helena said.

Carrie grabbed the book. "Mimi, you have the best ass below Fourteenth Street?"

"Oh, I remember that- Wait, hey!"

"I only have one copy though." Helena said. "It'll be out by summer."

"Out?" Joanne asked.

"Little Brown is publishing it." Helena said.

"This is so cool!" Carrie said. "It's like your lives! I have dirt on all of you! Ha!"

Everyone started talking and drinking after that. Some how Helena got sat next to Mark.

"Uh, hey." Helena said.

"Hey." Mark said.

"Look, I screwed up." Helena said.

"And you feel like a worthless piece of shit?"

"Yeah." Helena answered. "Angel does a good job of reminding me of that."

"Oh."

"Can we just go back?" Helena said.

"I don't know." Mark said. "I mean, Maureen could have died, and it would have been her own fault? It doesn't make sense."

Helena looked down. "Yes it does."

"See, your doing it again." Mark said.

"No!" Helena cried. "Its not that at all! I just…" Helena took a deep breath. "I thought I was pregnant."

Now it was Mark's turn to act surprised. "What?"

"Yeah."

"Well, are you?"

Helena fidgeted. "No, but I thought I was. And I was going to tell you after the wedding on the balcony, and you were going to propose and both of us were going to be so happy."

"Oh." Mark said. He felt guilty for some odd reason.

"And Maureen got sick and I freaked out." Helena said. "So I went home, and I got into a fight with this bitch Elizabeth."

"Cat fight?"

"You should have seen her." Helena said. "I got a twelve hundred dollar bag ruined. And no she hates me more than she already does."

"Nice." Mark said.

"So, even after all the shit that I pulled, will you take me back?"

Mark pretended to consider. "Well, maybe if you promise to be good…"

"Hey!" Helena said.

Mark kissed her and the world disappeared.

"Aw." Roger said.

"I was gonna say that!" Maureen said.

"Oh well, if MAUREEN was going to say that, the God forbid-"

"Roger stop being a butt head." Maureen told him as she hit Roger over the head with a pillow.

"A butt head?" Mimi laughed.

"Oh, that's like one step up from nimrod." Mark said.

It was as they all were just one happy family again.

"Aw, Collins that dog really likes you." Carrie said. Angel had set her head down on Collin chest, and just lay there.

Mark looked at Roger. Could Helena's dog really be…

"No." Roger said.

"Yeah." Mark said. "Of course not."

………………..

The End

And that was Avenue A. Thanks to all of my reviewers, and my best friend Alli for helping me with the songs. I may write a sequel, just give me a few weeks to recuperate. I'll probably call it, Avenue B. And if that's a hit, then I'll write Avenue C, then D, ect.

Much Love

Noelle

Long Live The RENTheads!