Author's Note: They're on their way! I hope you like this chapter. I know it seems really Collins/Angel at the beginning, but I felt like it should be there.

"Angel, would you hurry up!" Collins stood by the door of their apartment holding a suitcase. He checked his watch. "Come on! We're supposed to be there in five minutes!"

"I'm coming!" she yelled back. Then, "Can you come here for a minute?" she said in a small voice.

Mystified Collins walked over to their bedroom and opened the door. On their bed lay two open suitcases. One was packed to the bursting point with all of Angel's favorite things, her tight pants, skirts, girly t-shirts, heels and make-up. The other was only half full and contained the entirety of Angel's limited men's wardrobe, loose jeans, men's shirts and tennis shoes. Angel was standing by the bed wringing her hands.

"What are you doing?" Collins asked, bewildered.

"Well…" Angel didn't look him in the eyes; she chewed on a piece of wig and seemed intent on something on the floor. 'Its just that…I mean…we're going to Ohio for God's sake, Collins. I mean at least in New York they're used to…I was just wondering if you think I should, you know, tone it down a little. Not be so…"

"Gay?" Collins finished for her, his arms crossed.

"Yeah." She said quietly, still refusing to look at him. He walked over to her and brought his hands up to cup her face, forcing her eyes upward.

"Baby, if you aren't going to wear it then I am. And we both know that ain't pretty.

Angel laughed, relieved. "You are so great." She reached up and kissed him. "Now you said we had five minutes?" Collins grinned. "Yeah?"

"That's good because I'm gonna need help getting this suitcase closed."

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"Where are they?" Mark asked impatiently. He, Roger, and Mimi were in the loft, waiting for the others. "I mean we told them we had to leave by 12:30 and its already 12:45!

"Oh relax, they'll get here when they get here. Cedar Point isn't going anywhere." Mimi said, flipping through the TV guide again. "You know you really need to get some magazines or something around here."

"We have some of Collins' old crap philosophy books around here somewhere," Roger offered. Mimi smiled at him. "You're cute when you're stupid."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Joanne.

"Pookie, I was going to call up, I had something planned!"

"I know."

"You're more evil than I thought."

"About time!" Mark yelled, leaning out. "Where were you?" Maureen winked up at him. "You really wanna know?" Mark grimaced, "That's okay, just get your asses up here!"

A couple minutes later the door to the loft slid open and Collins and Angel walked in with Maureen and Joanne. "Look who we found downstairs." Joanne said before dropping a giant suitcase on the floor.

Mark's eyes bulged when he saw Maureen's luggage. "My God is Elsie stowed away in there?"

Maureen pouted. "It's not that much." Joanne snorted. "You didn't carry it. That's okay, by the way, I got the bags." Maureen grinned. "Oh yeah. Thanks Pookie!"

"Okay, we're here," said Collins, "Now where's the car?" Mark had managed to convince Alexi Darling to let him borrow one of the Buzzline vans, as long as he promised to get some good footage of the park.

"It's parked about three blocks from here. That's why I told you to be here at 12:30!"

"Mark if you're going to be like this the whole way there, you're riding on the roof," Roger said. Mimi giggled.

"So who's driving?" Angel asked.

"I am," replied Roger, Mark, and Collins at the same time.

"Okay…" Angel said.

"No way is Roger driving!" Mark said, "Last time you drove was three years ago and you almost ran me over! And if we wreck this car it comes out of my paycheck!" Roger sputtered angrily.

"Mark, you drive like 10 under the speed limit. It'll take us forever!"

"Neither of you are driving, I'm driving!" Collins said.

"Oh no you are not! I'm driving!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

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"Well I don't see how this is fair," grumbled Mark.

"Yeah really," Roger agreed.

"Get over it," Joanne said from the driver's seat.

"I'm bored!" Maureen announced.

"Oh God," Roger said, rubbing at his temples, "Maureen, we've been driving for ten minutes. Didn't you bring something to do?"

"Yes, but she's driving." Angel gave her a high-five.

"Hey, I almost forgot!" Mimi exclaimed, "Ang, I found this really cute eye shadow yesterday. It's somewhere her in my bag. It would look perfect on you."

"Hey, let's give each other makeovers!" Maureen shouted, "Come on, it'll be so much fun!"

Thank you God for letting me drive, Joanne thought.

The next couple of hours went by in no time and when they were all done all three of them were completely done up. They had even done each other's hair, or at least tried. Mimi's hair was stubborn and Angel's was too short to really do a whole lot. Still they looked great. But now they had nothing more to do.

"Hey, look," Mimi said, "Mark fell asleep."

"So he did." Maureen grinned.

Roger and Collins glanced at each other. "Don't look," Collins advised, "You don't want to have to testify."

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"Why does everyone keep staring at me?" Mark wondered as Joanne checked them in. It was almost midnight and they had arrived at a small motel just a couple hours from the park.

"Maybe they just think you look very nice today," Maureen said innocently. "You do, you know. Very nice."

Mark shot her a strange look and took the card Joanne handed him. They had gotten two rooms for the seven of them; Roger, Mimi, and Mark would share one, Collins, Angel, Maureen and Joanne the other.

"Good ni-ight!" Maureen sang before skipping into her room.

"What's up with her?" Mark asked as he, Roger and Mimi opened their door. Two minutes later a strangled yell came from their bathroom.

"Maureen I'm going to kill you!"

AN: Heehee poor Marky. Anyway, you like? Please review. Oh and I apologize in advance if the next chapter takes awhile. It's going to be a looooong one!