My laptop crashed. It made strange noises then went blank. Along with all my stories and fanfics. Great…

So I'm on the Dell at home. Which is seven years old, has 1000 things of Spy ware on it and it sucks more that Chuck E. Cheese's pizza So yeah. Enjoy the update!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own RENT or tube socks

Roger sat on the couch in the loft, watching the TV blare. He had a bowl of Apple Jacks cereal in his lap. It was around nine o'clock at night. Collins brought Angel and Thom to F.A.O. Schwartz and bought them two stuffed animals. Angel was sitting on the floor with her pink unicorn in her lap. Thom had his bowl of Apple Jacks on the back of his Bulldog and Roger groaned.

"What are we watching?" he asked them.

"Danny Phantom!"

"Do what?" he asked them.

"It's some show on Nickelodeon that stinks really bad," Angel replied to him.

Roger scoffed. "I'll say. Everything they say is corny. Who's done?" he asked them.

Angel grabbed Thom's bowl and hers and put them in the sink. The sink was slowly stacking up with dirty dishes. Roger sighed and rolled over on the couch. Mimi shrieked and pounded the highchair. Roger looked up and saw her pounding the table constantly and screaming. Roger walked over to her and picked her up.

"Come on Mimi, time for bed."

Roger brought Mimi to bed and changed her diaper. Angel showed him how to, since he couldn't pull her out of school during the day and get her to do it. Roger put Mimi to bed and then came into the room.

The phone started ringing.

Roger sprinted to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Roger!" he heard Maureen.

"Hello Maureen, how is Curacao?"

Angel and Thom heard their mother's name and ran over to the phone.

"Good. Mark and I had the greatest on the beach," Maureen told him.

"That's great."

"Yeah, hey are the kids there?" Maureen asked him.

Roger handed the phone over to Angel. Angel and Thom talked to their mother and then to their dad for about twenty minutes. Angel then handed the phone back to Roger.

"Hello?"

"Roger?" Mark asked him.

"Yeah, what's up bud?"

"I think you need to put them to bed. They sound tired."

Roger smiled.

"Okie dokie. ANGEL AND THOM! Go get ready for bed."

Mark sighed. "It's amazing how you do that," Mark replied to him. Roger smiled.

"It's a talent. Developed it with Mimi over the years. She refused to go to bed a lot," Roger told Mark. Roger felt someone tug his jeans. He looked down and saw Thom looking at him. "Hold on, Thom's here. What is it?" he asked Thom.

Thom looked at Roger, his eyes big and wide. "You knew Mimi before she was born?" Thom asked him. Roger froze in his spot, unable to breathe. How did he respond to this question?

"Uh…"

"Roger…" he heard Mark say. Roger turned to the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to Thom real quick?"

Roger gave the phone to Thom. Roger knew that Thom was being lectured by Mark, not to ask him questions about Mimi. But Roger didn't care. He gave up on caring a long time ago. Ever since Mimi died, everyone asked him questions. Questions he didn't want to answer. Questions that should never be asked. He didn't want to answer the questions.

So he didn't.

Only Mark and the others understood what that was like.

And that was only through the death of Angel did they learn.

Thom handed the phone back to Roger.

"Hey Mark."

"Hey, why don't you head to bed too? You got a busy day tomorrow."

Roger smiled. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Goodnight Roger," Mark told him.

"Goodnight Mark."

Mark was about to hang up when Roger stopped him.

"Hey Mark?" he asked him.

"Hm?"

"Don't get too fucked up."

Mark laughed.

"We will."

So it sucks. Deal.

Happy 16th story to me! Happy 16th story to me! Happy 16th story to Sallllllllllllllllllll! Happy 16th story to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sorry. Celebrating.

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