A/N: So here's chapter 12.

In the Boho's cabin, Roger is in the living room, ranting, yelling and screaming, not even really sure why himself. Maureen walks in with her half empty bottle of champagne.

"Glad I'm not the only on who had a shitty night." She takes a sip as Roger looks over at her, still pissed.

"Why are you here?! Go away, cause I don't want to see you at all right now!" Roger punches the wall with built frustration, almost denting it. "Why didn't you tell me Mo?! You're supposed to be my friend, and you kept this secret from me!"

Maureen begins calmly, partially from being buzzed and partially from being tired of yelling. "It wasn't my secret to tell Roger. I wanted to tell, I didn't even tell Joanne."

Roger's temper not even budging a bit. "Why the fuck couldn't she tell me?!"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you have a little temper problem." Maureen points towards him, making him realize how he's acting. Roger slows his heavy angry breathing and leans against the wall as Maureen walks over to him with her half emptied bottle. "You know, they say that champagne is meant for celebration." She gestures the bottle to him. "You're the one who has something to celebrate."

Roger takes the bottle and begins drinking it, as Maureen leans against the wall. "Where's Jo…anne? From the way she was looking this evening, I'm surprised you guys aren't fucking upstairs already."

Maureen shrugs, pretending not to care, but wonders if her Pookie would come back that night. "We got in a fight after you and Mimi left. I mean, she's so wrapped up in Mark in Jolene's issues, she's starting to lose time for me. I mean, I thought she got over the whole Mark and Jolene dating thing."

Roger takes a longer drink of the champagne. "Well, have you noticed the interaction between Jolene and Marco? Mark is worried that he might lose her."

Maureen sighs, running her fingers through her curls. "I guess he should be kinds worried. That was some good ass chicken parmesan tonight. It could probably make just about any girl's panties drop with the quickness."

Outside by the by the beach area, Mark is sitting in thinking sand, staring into the lake, thinking to himself, until his thoughts become interrupted.

"Hello stranger."

Mark turns around and sees Jolene, giving her a forceful smirk. "Hey." He turns back to the water.

Jolene takes a seat next to her boyfriend. "I've been looking all over for you. Where'd you go?"

Mark, not even looking at Jolene, explains himself. "I went to check on Roger, he kicked me out, so I sat here, until he cooled off."

Jolene chuckles to herself. "Yeah, yeah he kicked me out too when I asked for you." She snuggles up Mar, trying to get comfortable. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Mark takes a deep breath before answering. "Did you and Marco ever date, and please, don't lie to me."

Jolene gives Mark on the cheek, avoiding the question. "I want go back into our room and-" she begins whispering in his ear.

Mark rolls his eyes and scoots away from Jolene. "Jolene, stop avoiding the question."

Jolene sighs, disappointed that her plan doesn't work. "We've dated, before, but we're just friends now."

Mark shakes his head. "Why didn't you just tell me? You lied to me when I asked you before, said that you were only friends." He looks at his girlfriend, with tears stinging his eyes. "You were thinking about going back to him."

Jolene looks away from her boyfriend's face, tears stinging her eyes as well. "I wasn't planning on going back with him. I guess I did get a little carried away, seeing him again, but it didn't mean anything. He was just my first love, ever since we were children."

Mark nods his head down looking into the sand. "Joanne warned me something like this would happen."

Jolene looks back at Mark, tears now falling down her face. "Joanne?"

Mark gets up from his spot, wiping the sand from his pants. "You know, I was hoping that you'd be different, that spending time with you wasn't a waste of time, but all I got was disappointment. You're just another Maureen in my life." He walks away, leaving Jolene in the sand.

Collins and Marco finished cleaning up the dinning room at Marco's cabin, eating strawberry cheesecake in the living room.

"You sure you don't want to head back, make sure everything's okay?" Marco asks with concern.

Collins shakes his head with a chuckle. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Marco smiles, eating another piece of cheesecake. "No, not at all. I enjoy the company. Beats sitting around watching a half-naked Claire all day."

Collins cocks his eyebrow with curiosity. "Funny, usually guys would take an interest when a chick with a figure like that walking around."

Marco shrugs. "Maybe a long time ago, but, things change. I tend to roll with the other set of trees, if you know what I mean." Collins was about to say something but before he could, Marco leans in, giving him a sweet, tender kiss. Collins pulls back with a smiles, but it fades when someone from the past pops in his head.

"Um, I have to go." Collins gets up, leaving without saying another word.

In a local bar, Joanne and Mimi are sitting down, Joanne having a beer, Mimi having water.

"You know Mimi, it's pretty safe to say that, your plan, didn't work." Joanne chuckles, as she's quite drunk. "I don't even know why we're here. You're pregnant and sitting in a bar. You can't even drink."

Mimi takes a sip of her unflavored water. "Well, we both look sexy as hell, why not show off her look."

They both sit in silence for a minute, before Joanne speaks again. "Why didn't you tell me Meems? You know, about the baby."

Mimi takes a deep breath. "Maureen and Jolene weren't supposed to know, but they kept asking so…I don't know. I'm just-I'm just afraid."

Joanne holds Mimi's hand, providing comfort. "You're family is here for you, you know that."

Mimi smiles, then begins thinking. "So what happened with you and Maureen? With all that bitching I heard you doing in the car, I would of thought that the world was coming to an end or something."

Joanne pulls back her hand, not trying to think of the diva at the moment. "She's being a drama queen, as usual. Always seeking attention and shit. So what if I'm looking out for Mark, my sister can be quite the heartbreaker, especially when Marco's in the picture."

Mimi chuckles to herself. "Well, he does have an amazing body."

Joanne rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her beer. "Not my type."

"Well, you can't tell me that, that chicken parmesan didn't turn you on."

Joanne leans in, whispering. "You know, I thought it was just me. That was some good ass chicken parmesan."

Mimi leans back laughing to herself, looking over at the bar, seeing two guys checking them out. "Sometimes, I feel that Roger wouldn't even notice if I cheated on him. As defensive as he is, he's quite clueless."

Joanne looks over to what her friend's looking at and sighs. "You don't need that, you have Roger. You wouldn't hurt him like that, especially with this baby on the way. You just need time-"

"Jo," Mimi looks back at her friend, "how the hell am I gonna raise a child?"

Joanne smiles, taking another sip of her beer. "Meems, you're not alone. You have a whole family who will raise this baby with you." Joanne starts sobbing in the middle of the table.

Mimi not sure what's going on, places her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Jo, what's wrong?"

Joanne looks up at Mimi, with tears filling her eyes. "It's just that, I wanted a family with Maureen, but we can't even have a stable relationship."

Mimi pulls Joanne into a hug across their table, rubbing the back of her head. "It's okay. You two will work it out. You always do." Tears begin falling from her face as well.

A/N: Will couples get back together? What'd you think of Collins & Marco?