I only own Abuela.

This is fluffy, so its short…

Kudos if you get the NYTW reference

"Angelo!" Abuela called. "Have you finished tu tarea?" (homework)

"Si, Abuela! Mimi and I are playing Monopoly!" Angel called back. "I'm the dog!"

"Bien, bien. I was going to teach you two how to make a skirt-" Mimi dropped the dice and followed Angel to the one huge table they used for everything.

"I thought that would get you two in here. Now help me clear la mesa." (the table). Mimi and Angel hurriedly cleared the table.

"Abuela... what are we going to use for fabric?" Mimi asked.

"I well one of our neighbors were going to get rid of this tablecloth, but I thought it was just too pretty." She pulled it out of a drawer, revealing a blue and gold tablecloth.

"Why were they going to throw it away?"

"Someone spilled wine or beer or something on it. They couldn't wash it, and they couldn't get the smell out. I used my lemon stuff and it came right out. They didn't want it back, so I just kept it. It will make pretty skirts, no?" Angel went up to it and inspected it.

"I don't see a stain."

"So we will make a skirt or two out of it. Please teach us how, Abuela!"

Abuela smiled and took out her box of sewing supplies. She handed a pair of scissors, a needle, and a spool of thread to both girls and sat them down. They hung onto her every word, copying as best they could. Mimi's turned out looking like a pillowcase, and Angel's was a bit frumpy, but Abuela just laughed her tinkling laugh and said,

"In time, girls. In time, you will get it right."

Mimi and Angel gave up on the skirts for the night, and went to go get the Monopoly board. They set it up again with Angel as the little doggy, Abuela as the hat and Mimi as the thimble. The room was soon filled with laughter and the board was filled with green plastic houses and little red plastic hotels. Until Abuela looked at the clock.

"Mi dios! It's nearly midnight, You girls must be tired. Off to bed, off to bed." Angel and Mimi went reluctantly to clean up.

As they were getting dressed for bed, Angel turned to Mimi.

"Hey, Mimi?"

"Si, chica?"

"Nice pillow."

Mimi stuck her tongue out.

--

A bright orange flyer appeared on random lockers the net day.

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"Angel-chica!" Mimi exclaimed, pointing to the orange piece of paper on her locker. "Let's go… it could be fun!"

"Mimi, honey. I don't think I could…"

"Angel… please?"

"Why, Mimi. Why?"

"Because. You just got dumped because you have AIDS, and you need support other than me, Street, Gaby, and Will."

"Will what?" The chocolate-haired boy walked up behind Mimi, hugging her shoulders.

"Hi, Will." Mimi turned around and gave her boyfriend a quick kiss.

"So, Angel, will you?"

Angel thought for a moment.

"Only if you two come, too."

"Where are we going?" Mimi handed him the flyer.

"Uhmm… alright, but Mimi?"

"Si?"

"Don't expect me to get all touchy-feely and shit."

"No worries."

-- After school Wednesday --

"Alright, let's begin by introducing ourselves. I'm Andy"

"Uhm, I'm Alyssa"

"Max"

"I'm Mimi."

"Will."

"I'm, well, uhmm… I'm called… well my name is-" Angel stuttered

"What would you like us to call you?" Andy prompted

"Fagboy!" someone coughed. That pushed Angel over the edge. She held her head high, looked straight at him, and stated,

"I prefer Angel, and I would really appreciate it if you referred to me as a she." Angel smiled sweetly. "Thank you."

"Fine, we'll call you fag-girl!" A few members of the group laughed.

"She-man!" More laghter. Angel was getting even angrier.

Andy glared at them.

"What are your names?"

"Uhmm… Greg."

"George" Andy gave them a skeptical look, then said,

"Well, Greg and George, if you would please leave the room? We," he motioned to the rest of the group, "are trying to be an open and supportive group." They left.

"Now, where were we?"

-- After the meeting --

"Mimi?" Will asked, on the way to the lockers.

"Yea?"

"Never again" They all laughed. It had been embarrassing to be there after everyone else left saying it wasn't "their place to be."

Maybe when they got older, thery'd appriciate it.

Kinda short, sorry it took so long! I just had to get this one chapter in, and then I promise some more action will come up!