A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update. Less drama this chapter.

The next morning, Jolene walk downstairs goes into the kitchen, disappointment as sees no one.

I guess no one's cooking breakfast. She opens the refrigerator and grabs a carton of orange juice and hears someone snoring in the living room. She places the juice on the counter as she follows the noise into the living room, seeing Mark sleeping on the couch. Sadness reaches her as she remembers what her boyfriend said to her the night before.

You're just another Maureen in my life. Those words continued to ring in her ears as it caused her lack of sleep the night before. She goes over to Mark, shaking him a little to wake him. Mark rubs his eyes, looking up at his girlfriend.

"You know you could have slept in the bed last night. I would have taken the couch." Jolene kneels beside the couch, hoping he'd respond.

Mark shakes his head. "I couldn't let you do that." He looks over to the coffee table, searching for his glasses. Jolene looks on the ground, searching as well, and sees his glasses and hands it to him. He grabs to it, causing his and Jolene hand to briefly. He places on his glasses and mumbles. "Thank you."

Jolene moves closer, wanting to hold him in her arms, but resists. "Mark, go sleep in the bed. You look like you need extra sleep."

Mark begins to protest. "I'm fine on the-"

"Mark, go sleep in the bed." Jolene reassures.

Mark sighs as he rises from the couch and disappears after going up the stairs. Jolene sighs as she sits on the couch with her face in her hands. Wrapped up in her own sadness, she didn't even realize someone coming down the stairs.

"Jolene?" She looks up seeing Maureen, who also looks like she had a rough night of sleep. "Did you sleep on the couch last night?"

Jolene, with her eyes now watery, shakes her head. "No, Mark did."

Maureen looks over at the clock, then back at Jolene. "Did Joanne call?"

Jolene sits her head back on the cushions of the couch. "I kept calling her last night, but her phone was turned off."

Maureen falls onto the couch next Jolene, running her finger through her curls. "I need to talk to her. I need to know where she went."

At that time, Roger walks through the front door, rushing into the living room as he heard voices, but disappointed to only see it was Jolene and Maureen.

"Hey, any of you guys seen Mimi? I've been looking for her all morning." Jolene and Maureen shakes theirs head, giving more disappointment to him. "I really need to talk to her."

In a local hotel room, Mimi walks in the room, looking at a sight that's quite hilarious to her. Joanne is sprawled out on her bed, not even changing from her clothes from the night before, with on shoe on with a broken heel. Mimi places the Styrofoam cups on the table, decides to have a little fun with it. She runs and jumps on Joanne, causing her to slowly wake up.

"Morning sleepy head."

Joanne, not being able to physically and visually function correctly, tries to push Mimi to the side, but fails. "What the hell happened?"

"You passed out. All those drinks those hot guys brought you last night, let's just say you shouldn't mix drinks. You know you're a lightweight right?" Mimi jokes, moving to the side so Joanne could sit up.

Joanne rubs her eyes, to clear her vision. "What time is it?"

Mimi walks back over to the table, grabbing the Styrofoam cups she left on the tale. "Around 11." She hands on of the cup to Joanne. "Here, drink."

A pounding headache hits Joanne, as she tries to sip her coffee. "My head is killing me. I don't think I've ever drank that much before." She looks up at Mimi. "You're drinking coffee?"

Mimi sighs as she sits on her bed. "Tea. As much as I want coffee, not good for the baby, you know."

Joanne slowly shifts her bed, not to make herself sick as the room begins spinning. "You know, if you need anything, I'm right here."

Mimi sips her tea. "What I need is a

"You need Roger."

Mimi smirks at her hung-over friend. "Like you need Maureen?" Joanne rubs her forehead, not trying to think too much. "You know, you and Maureen need to stop these little fights. Take the time and truly embrace each other. I know you love her, socan you two at least try and stop fighting?"

Joanne nods as she listens to her friend. "Yeah, but you also have to promise that you'll talk to Roger."

Mimi sits next to Joanne, laying her head on her shoulder. "Yeah, I'll talk to Roger."

Joanne rubs Mimi back to comfort her, but a nauseating feeling comes over her and she rushes to bathroom, slightly tripping from her broken heel. Mimi looks over at the bathroom, and hears Joanne puking. She finds is quite funny that the intelligent lawyer is puking from a hangover, but the noise of her friend puking brings a nauseating feeling to her as well, combining from her morning sickness. She rushes to the bathroom, opening the door and sees Joanne slump over the toilet, knocking her out the way for her time to release her nausea to form vomit. Joanne tries not to laugh at the situation as she leans against the bathtub.

"I guess we'll go see them after we clean up."

Back at the Cabin, Collins sits on his bed, thinking about the night before. He pulls out his wallet and pulls out a picture of Angel, gazing at the photo. He begins talking to it.

"Hey Angel. I miss you, wishing you were here. Maybe you could some peace to the Cabin of Chaos I'm trapped in. Mimi's having a baby, you're going be an auntie. She and Roger are having trouble though, but I'm sure they'll make it. They always do. Maureen and Joanne? They're fighting, as usual. One second they can't their hands off each other, the next second, Joanne's walking out the door. Joanne keeps getting involved with Mark and Jolene's relationship. Last night I wanted stop the fighting, but I had to check on Mimi. I just wish you were here to help. I can't keep the peace all on my own. Mark couldn't help, he's having problems of his own." He takes a moment, looking at the picture in silence, not wanting to say what he really wants to say. "You know what's going on with me?" he slightly chuckles. "Of course you do. Well, not really much has changed. I'm really missing you with all my heart, not seeing anyone, keeping you in my heart as always." He sighs and shakes his head, feeling guilt take over him. "I've met this guy Angel. It's not like I could lie to you, when you're looking right on me. He kissed me, but I turned away. I felt like I was cheating you, on our love. I hope that you can forgive me." A tear strolls down his face. "I'm sorry, my love."

A/N: Collins guilty over the kiss. Chaos is storming the family, ofcourse he went to Angel for guidance.