Chapter 3! Yes! Once again, I don't own any character but Jesse. Enjoy!
"Dammit Pookie, you never let me do anything fun!" Maureen yelled.
"Maureen, you don't have to go to strip clubs! You are ENGAGED." Joanne folded her arms. "Honey bear, I promise we can go out this weekend."
"My choice." Maureen said stubbornly.
Joanne sighed, defeated. "Fine." She said after a moment. "I have to go to work, I'll be back to pick you up for Roger's show."
Maureen smiled and kissed Joanne. "Bye Pookie!"
"Bye honey." Joanne left.
Maureen decided to stay in for the afternoon and have her own party. After she was sure Joanne was gone she lifted up he couch cushion and grabbed and unmarked videotape. Maureen grinned.
"Hello Sorority Sluts Nine." She popped the tape in and sat down.
Meanwhile
Mark zoomed in on a street performer, who was playing a beat up trumpet with expertise precision. His new documentary was on street performers. He hoped to capture a whole new artistic culture on video. He was even thinking about putting in several clips of Angel playing his drums in the film.
"Mark!" Came a female voice from behind him.
He quickly turned around and filmed the girl. "Ah, and here is the best performer at the Cat Scratch Club. How are you today Miss Marquez?" He lowered his camera and grinned broadly.
She rolled her eyes. "Are you going to Roger's show tonight?"
"Of course I am Mimi. I'm filming it." Mark put the camera into his bag.
"Well Roger needs a little bit of help setting- why don't you come down and help? I'm heading there right now." Mimi flipped her hair.
"Yeah I'll just go now. I'm pretty much done filming for today." Mark heaved his bag up onto his shoulder.
Meanwhile
"You can't go on like this, you know, blaming yourself for his death. It's no one's fault- God wanted him and that's that." Collins said frowning slightly.
Jesse sighed and glanced around the café. "I have to blame myself." He said stubbornly. "Maybe if I was home that night I could have prevented my parents from kicking him out. Thus preventing him from living on the street, getting raped and catching AIDS from that sick motherfucker."
Collins cringed at the mentioning of AIDS. He himself had it, but still hated talking about it. Every time it was mentioned he was crudely reminded of Angel and how miserable he was towards the end.
"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Collins asked after a long silence.
"No…" Jesse took a sip of his beer.
"Why don't you stay at my place. I have two roommates. We all loved Angel, and anyone who loved Angel is a friend to us." Collins smiled kindly.
"Thanks, but only as long as it isn't an inconvenience to you." Jesse said, a smile forming on his lips as well.
"Not at all. Hey, why don't you come to my friend Roger's show tonight? His band kicks ass." Collins took out his wallet and paid for the drinks. "You can meet the gang there."
"Cool, I'm in." Jesse said getting up.
