Roger's POV.

I stood at the edge of the hospital balcony, taking a long drag of my cigarette and staring blankly at the trees on the hospital ground. Fuck. My son was in hospital and my lover refused to talk to me. I couldn't stand it. I just couldn't fucking stand him just staring at me without saying anything. I took another long drag when I heard some footsteps shuffling behind me. I turned around and saw my best friend looking at me expectantly.

"Well?" he said, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Well what, Collins?" I scoffed as I took another drag and wondered what the hell I was gonna do next.

"Are you gonna speak to him?"

My eyes blazed. "Oh so now, I must fucking speak to him! He kicked my ass outta the house, he ignored me all week and now I have to be the first to fucking talk! Ohh yeah, that's rich!" I laughed bitterly, stubbing my cigarette on the floor and crossing my arms over my chest.

Collins put his arm on my shoulder to steady me. "Ok ok, easy there Rog boy. You need to stop being so uptight. One of you has to say something sometime and end this madness. And soon. Look what it's done to Josh."

I continued to glare at the wall. "Yes Tom, I know. But how can I? It's not like he wants me to come back home, right?"

Collins smirked mysteriously at me. "Ohhh, you'll be surprised at how Marky-boy really feels. But like I said, both of you had better get off your asses and say something before anything else happens."

I huffed loudly. "Ok fine, but I ain't making any promises."

This seems to satisfy Collins, who slipped an arm around my shoulder and said, "Great! So, we crashin' at your place tonight?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess," I said to him. Oh man, him and Mark are gonna be sleeping at my place. This should be fucking interesting. The two of us walked back to the corridor where Mark sat on one of those plastic chairs, his head suddenly snapping around to face me as I came. I purposely avoided his gaze as we wordlessly made our way down to Collins' car and drove off to my dingy shithole apartment. Collins' parked his car in the visitors' car space and we all got off and entered the apartment after I opened the lock. Before I could say anything, Collins grabbed an old mattress and pillow from my room, dumped it on the floor of the living room and said:

"K boys, I'm gonna crash here. You can take the couch, Mark."

Mark smiled awkwardly at Collins. "Thanks, Col," he mumbled quietly. I walked into my room, brought a spare blanket and walked into the living room. I shoved it into Mark's hands, and left quickly to my room before he could say anything. I mentally kicked myself as I undressed and got into my dilapidated bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Fuck, I shoulda said something. But what? 'I love you Marky. Can I come home now?' or maybe 'You hurt me Mark, prepare to die?' I shook my head vigorously as I turned myself around in the bed. Tomorrow I'll try to say something. Right now, I just need to give this damn head of mine a rest.

Josh's POV.

Angel and I sat at the round table in the magical garden, munching on burgers and fries which she magically conjured with her arm, seeing as she had the power to get whatever she wanted because she was such a good person on Earth.

"Tell me, Josh," said Angel as she munched on a piece of lettuce. "How's my Collins doing? Hope he's not too depressed."

I smiled at her. "Oh no, he not. We've all been looking after him and making sure he's happy and all. He's like an uncle to me."

Angel smiled back. "Oh that's wonderful!" She sat back into her chair and sighed. "I miss him so much, I can't even describe. I loved him more than anything in life. What wouldn't I give just to be with him again." Her lips trembled as she said this.

I reached out to squeeze her arm. "Hey Angel, it's okay. I'm sure he knows how much you love him. That's the only thing that keeps him going everyday. But if you like, I can tell him for you. That is, if I ever get back to Earth."

Angel smiled through her tears. "Thank you so much, Joshy boy. And don't worry. I know you're gonna go back home to your sweet parents. I can just feel it. But not just yet. I believe they still have a few issues to sort out first before they can see you again," she said as she squeezed my arm back.

I finished my food and pushed my plate aside. "So, they're gonna get back together?" I asked, full of hope that they would do just that.

"Oh I'm sure they will. They love each other too much not too. I'm sure the whole world knows that by now."

I relaxed a little and sat back in my seat. Suddenly, I started to feel angry as to why such a kind soul like Angel was taken away from us so soon. There's still so much life for her to live, so much love for her to give to all of us. After we finished eating, Angel took my hand and led us both through the sparkling river which ran through the magical forest, telling me about all the crazy antics she and Aunt Mimi used to get up to. I giggled at her stories, but deep down, I hoped against hope that my parents would get back together. I mean, it's really their immense love for each other that I even exist today…..isn't it?

C'mon Roger! You better have a good plan the next time I check on you! –giggles evilly-