Author's Note: So sorry this took so long to get up. I've been working at this horrendous job during my spring break, anyway, from now on I'm bringing my laptop with me, so that I can do my writing, haha, what can I say, I'm a dork. Anyway, thanks so much for all of the reviews, they are appreciated!

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Chapter 2: The New Girl

"Shut up already!" Carla sighed, she'd been listening to Charlie complain for nearly a half hour. "He's a really great guy Charlie, or he seems like it."

"God, I mean how could she?" He said, "Seriously, the guy like basically made my life a living hell,"

"Over ten years ago," she said, "in high school. You probably wouldn't have liked me in high school."

"I would have like you any time," he put his arms around her and kissed her.

"No," she shook her head, "I was like a weird goth artsy kid. I wore black all the time, I sat in a corner and wrote bad poetry about my inner pain. I took pictures of wilting flowers and developed them in black and white. I listened to my friends do monologues about how tormented they were. It was a little bit pathetic."

"That sounds kinda hot," he smiled, "can I hear some of that poetry?" He kissed her.

"Mm," she smiled, "I don't think you'd appreciate it. I mean you're just a dumb jock, you don't understand the depths of my sorrow."

"Your sorrow has depths?" He said, "Hey, I knew all about teen age angst OK? I spent the whole first half of my freshman year engulfed in self pity."

"Ah yes," she nodded, "when Coach Bombay abandoned you!"

"It was traumatic," he said, "I mean, it was like when my father left all over again. I lost both fathers."

"Mmm," she said, kissing him, "poor baby. We are obviously kindred spirits."

"Obviously," he smiled, "you know you've been out here two days, and you and I have yet to," she smiled.

"I know," she said, "you've been too busy whining about Connie and Rick Reilly. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

"Haha," He said, "you're very funny. So is that going to change tonight?"

"I'd like it to," she smiled and kissed him.

"Oh shit!" He said, looking at the clock. "We were supposed to meet my mom and step dad ten minutes ago!"

"Ah, the third father!" Carla nodded, "fine, but after."

"After you are not going to be able to get me off of you," he smirked, "I mean as long as you still want to."

"Mm," she said hesitantly, "I mean, after I meet your mom, I may change my mind about the whole thing."

"You're just hilarious tonight!" He said sarcastically, "Come on, let's go."

"So," Connie said, "when do we get to meet Alec?"

"You don't," Gary sighed. "We broke up today."

"Oh," Julie sat down next to him, still with a goofy smile on her face, "I'm sorry, I just can't stop smiling."

"It's fine," he said, "you should be happy."

"It's great isn't it," she sighed, "He's going to look for apartments starting tomorrow."

"Does he just want to live here?" Connie said, "Based on this morning's interviews, Portman's like the ideal roomie."

"No," Julie shook her head, "we decided to do the having our own space thing, at least for a while. Maybe we'll move in together later on, but for now, separate spaces, try to just put things back together. Maybe Rick wants to move in?"

"Nah," Connie shook her head, "way too soon to even think about that. So we continue the interview process tomorrow?"

"No one is going to be Carla," Julie sighed, "Unfortunately, we are going to have to come around to it."

"Stupid stupid Conway." Connie pouted. "First, he takes Carla away, then he puts my relationship in peril."

"Does his opinion really mean that much to you?" Julie said, "I mean honestly?"

"Honestly?" She sighed, "Charlie's important, he's the key you know? If he's ok with it then everyone else will be."

"I'm ok with it," Julie shrugged, "And I think Dean is. Which means that Fulton will be. Captain'll come around." There was a knock on the door. It was unlocked to allow for the comings and goings of boyfriends.

"Come in!" They shouted.

"Hi," a quiet, young looking girl with short blondish hair walked in, "Um, I'm here for my interview? I know I'm late, and I'm really sorry, it's just, I got stuck at work, I have this hell bitch of a boss, it's awful," she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm talking to much, I do that, I babble."

"What's your name sweetheart?" Gary said, standing up to greet her.

"Oh, Colleen," she said, realizing that in all of her babble she had neglected to say her name. "Colleen O'Malley."

"I like them," Carla said, walking down the street holding Charlie's hand. "I like them a lot."

"You," he said kissing her, "were fantastic. They totally fell for you."

"You think so?" She smiled. "I mean, really?"

"Yeah, really," he said, "I might even introduce you to Coach now."

"Wow," she nodded, "I mean, really, wow. I mean, even all the years I lived with Connie and Julie, it wasn't even a possibility for me to meet Coach."

"Well, next time he's in town," Charlie smirked, "he will meet you, you will meet him, and he will fall hopelessly in love with you. I can tell you that."

"I'm taken," she said kissing him, "but hey, maybe after I meet him, I'll change my mind. Thanks, Charlie."

"For what?" He said.

"I know how important he is to you," she smiled, "that you'd even consider letting me meet him, it's just,"

"I love you," he laughed, "That's all there is too it. Carla, I'm so glad you decided to come out here."

"I'm glad too," she said, "I'm really glad. I love you."

"So, meeting my mom didn't change your mind?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No," she said, "No it didn't." She kissed him.

"Nice to meet you," Gary said, shaking her hand. "I'm Gary. Those two are Julie and Connie."

"Hello?" Dean walked in, "Are you done with interviews, hello." He said seeing her. "I'll go."

"No, stay!" Julie said, "Colleen this is Dean. He's here a lot." She got up and kissed him. "I'll be in in a little while."

"He's your boyfriend?" Colleen said, her jaw dropping as he went into the bed room.

"I guess so," Julie said, cocking her head. "Yeah, yeah, he is."

"You two haven't defined it?" Connie said, shaking her head. "Oh this is so classic!"

"OK, not now," Julie said, "So, Colleen, why do you need an apartment?"

"I just moved to New York," she explained, "I just finished college, and well, I can afford what you advertised as the rent, so, here I am!"

"Ok," Connie said, "I like her."

"Thank you?" Colleen said, "Oh, um I don't smoke, and I'm single, for now. And even if I wasn't, I have really quiet orgasms. But you didn't need to know that." The three of them laughed.

"Even if you didn't," Gary said, "Julie here doesn't, and she and Dean are particularly noisy, so, you're fine."

"Don't scare her off," Connie said, "like I said, I like her. Oh, so do you have a problem with the fact that Gary is a giant fag."

"Um, no," Colleen said, "I love gay people. I mean, not literally, like I'm not gay, but I have gay friends and they are great."

"Ok, honey," Julie said, "please stop talking. What do you do?"

"Well right now, I'm a waitress," she said, "but I want to be an actress, well, a dancer actually, you know, a gypsy, a hoofer, I'm just a Broadway baby!"

"Follies!" Gary exclaimed and clapped his hands. Julie rolled her eyes.

"Stereotype," she mumbled, "OK, well, we'll call you."

"Oh, um," Colleen said, "well, I was kind of counting on this and I don't really have anywhere else to stay, and if, I maybe well, oh shit."

"Let her stay!" Connie squealed, "Please!"

"Well," Gary said, "she's the best we've seen all day."

"Do you have any questions for us Colleen?" Julie smiled warmly.

"Oh, um," Colleen said, giggling, "Does Dean have any brothers?"

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