Angel: WHEEEE! She's back, Mimi come back here!
Mimi: Okay now what?
Me: If you two don't stop acting like 3 year olds, I'm not gonna write anymore.
Both: Noooo! We must have more NOW!
Me: Okay then stop raiding my closet and trying on my clothes.
Angel (in my dress): Okay
Ria heard it again. It sounded like someone walking up the ladder. She was about to run outta there but then the person fell through the window.
"What the…?" until she saw who it was.
Rachel pulled herself up and sat down.
"Hey sorry for intruding, I just ran…"
"Who do you think you are? Barging in on me and my guitar?" Ria shouted.
"Look I know you hate me because of what my dad did but just hear me out."
"What do you have to say to me? Oh sorry I kicked you outta your house but let's be friends?" Ria said.
"I am NOTHING like my parents!" Rachel screamed
"Oh right, you're just the poor little rich girl who wants to be seen as Rachel and not the heir to the Grey fortune." Ria said with a sneer.
"You little bitch! You sit here and whine all day playing this old piece of junk you call a guitar…"
"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!" Ria shouted as she threw a bottle at her.
"You BITCH!" Rachel said as she lunged at Ria.
The next five minutes were full of hair pulling, cussing, and broken bottles. Kyle ran into the room wondering what was happening.
"Ria what are you…who is this?"
"This…girl, is Rachel Coffin. She came in my window uninvited and playing the poor little rich girl card." Ria muttered.
"If you would stop acting like a psycho, you would've heard what I was trying to say. I ran away from home after what my dad did to you guys. I'm tired of living in some fake hellhole where everything is thought be okay if you wave a $100 in someone's face. I came back here because I thought you should know I didn't support this at all."
The room was silent after she was done.
Mark was still in his room with Roger.
"So how are you gonna tell him?"
"I don't know, I mean what am I supposed to do? Hey son how was your day? Oh and by the way your mom actually died having you but I never told you?"
"Well the story you told him was that Mo was a surrogate mom for him, so we're gonna have a If-aunt-Mo-isn't-my-mom-who-is thing going on here."
"You think I should just write him a letter and leave it on his bed?"
"No, you owe it to Ryan to tell him yourself."
Mark sighed as he and Roger walked back into the living room.
I should tell you
Ria, Rachel, and Kyle are in Ria's roomRachel: I should tell you, I should tell you.
Mark looks over at Ryan
Mark( thinking): I should tell you, I should tell you.
Rachel: I should tell you, I'm for real. I'm not a piece of yuppie scum.
Mark: I always knew that this day would finally come.
Rachel: I should tell you
Mark: I should tell you
Rachel: I hated how my parents were so heartless, never caring for their fellow men.
Mark: I know that you'll be wondering where she's been.
Rachel: I should tell you
Mark: I should tell you
Both: I should tell you.
Mark: Well, here I go
I couldn't say it since it still hurts me so
But, you should know
Before we're put out… in the snow
So here I go
Here it goes
Here it goes
Here it goes
Here it goes.
Mark signaled Roger over to the couch as he called for Ryan.
"Ryan? Could you come here for a minute?"
"Okay dad, I'll be right there!"
Collins woke up from where he was sleeping on the chair.
"Hey man what going on?"
"Mark's gonna tell Ryan." Roger whispered.
Collins knew exactly what he meant. "Oh God, do you need me here?"
"Yeah go get Mo and Joanne too"
Ryan walked downstairs to see all the grown-ups sitting around the room.
"What's going on? Did someone die? Am I in trouble?" he said as he began babbling.
"No, no it's not that. Your dad just has something he needs to talk to you about." Collins said as he pointed to the seat by Mark. Ryan sat by his dad as Mark turned to face him.
"Ryan…."
Angel: YOU LITTLE BITCH! (chokes me)
Me: Guys, I'm sorry. I just have to think of the whole scene.
Mimi: I want more NOW!
Me: God you're worst than a pair of babies! Oh and for you readers in the last chappie it was supposed to be 1990, someone pointed that out for me.
Angel: (cries)
Me: Okay, If I give you some huevo rancheros will you be happy until I'm back?
Angel and Mimi: YAYYY! (eats them)
Me: Okay I'll be back later now so behave.
Mimi: Okay! (to readers) R&R now!