A/N: This chapter is very short, but I'll be the start of trouble for our couples.

In Maureen and Joanne's room, Maureen is lying on the bed, watching Joanne change her clothes.

"I can't believe my sister would do that. Right in front of Mark at that." Joanne rants while putting on her jeans.

Maureen sighs. "To be honest, from what you said, she didn't do anything."

Joanne zips up her pants. "You don't understand. Marco has been the only guy to make Jolene go all goofy and gitty, like some little school girl, ever since they were kids. She broke so many guys heart by going back to Marco."

Maureen gets off the bed and wraps her arms around Joanne. "It's not really my business, but you need to let you sister make her own mistakes. Besides, she likes Mark too much. I doubt anything will happen." Someone knocks on the door. "Come in."

Collins sticks his head into room. "Hey Mo, thanks your cooking, Mimi is puking all over Roger." He leaves the room.

Maureen chuckles to herself. "I doubt that it's my cooking that's making her puke."

Joanne looks her with confusion. "What do you mean?"

Maureen debates whether to say anything. "Uh, nothing." Am I supposed to keep this a secret? Shit!

Meanwhile, in Mimi and Roger's room, Jolene is cleaning up Mimi's puke off the floor with Mark's help.

"So, how do you know Marco?" Mark asks, been wondering all morning.

Jolene glances at Mark, not sure how to answer. "Um, we're old friend. Met right here at the cabins a long time ago."

"Oh." Mark responds not sure whether to believe or not. "So we're having dinner at his cabin tomorrow night?"

Jolene smiles to herself. "Yeah. He's a great cook. I just never thought he'd actually become a restaurant owner. He majored in advertising."

"Just like you were going to be a doctor and became a DJ." Mark points out.

Jolene nods. "Yeah. I guess he and I still have random things in common. We've been friends since we were kids."

Mark gets up from the floor. "I'll be back."

In the bathroom, Mimi is laying on Roger lap, on the floor by the toilet. Roger is stroking her hair and rubbing her stomach.

"You okay now?" Roger whispers to Mimi.

Mimi nods. "Yeah, but I'm afraid if I move, then I'll just puke again."

Roger kisses her forehead. "I'll just stay her with you then. I told you not to eat Maureen cooking."

Mimi feeling guilt hit her. "Yeah, Maureen's cooking."

A/N: What you think?