A/N: Ok school started, (of course) and so as everyone else is saying, there won't be as much updates. Sorry about that, but 8th grade is tough shit. Anyway, on with the dedications, because yes it was Emily Gilmore and Gilmore Girls is my favorite show next to 7th Heaven. :D

Courtnerrr

KaeGirl

WiThOnEtHoUsAnDsWeEtKiSsEs

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angel718- Mostly to her cuz she got it first!

Anyway, I'm very disappointed you guys didn't guess it right away. But to make up for it, (and because I love getting reviews) there are more dedications! The next chapter is dedicated to whoever can guess who I am planning to kill! Muhuhaha! I feel so very maniacal. AND I'm not even giving you multiple choice! I am so very evil. –Evil grin- By the way, I have nothing against Canadians…Just read the chapter, you'll get it.

Maureen and Joanne stomped out of the Jefferson house, and had absolutely no intention to go back. Maureen was carrying Mittens, who was nuzzling up against her shoulder.

"I told you! I told you!" said Maureen in a singsong voice.

"Told me what?" asked Joanne.

"That your mom was a bitch!" said Maureen smiling. "And if wasn't for the brilliant scheming of me and Mittens, you wouldn't have realized it."

"Mittens and me," corrected Joanne. "So, that's what you call that thing?"

"Yep!" said Maureen. The continued walking. "Um, Joanne, where are we going?" asked Maureen as they climbed into the car.

"We're giving the boho boys a wake up call," said Joanne.

"I like the sound of that," grinned Maureen.

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"MMAARRRKK! RROOGGERRR!" screamed Maureen. "WAKE UP!"

"THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" yelled Roger. Maureen ran over to see him waking up from a night on the couch. "Maureen, holy shit, it's 1 in the morning!" he complained.

"But we have to stay here tonight!" whined Maureen.

"Sorry, Roger. She's still a little drunk," explained Joanne.

"What's goin' on?" asked a very sleepy Mark.

"POOKIE!" yelled Maureen.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mark.

"It's a long story," said Joanne. "But we can explain it over a cup of coffee."

"I have one question before we start," said Mark. "Why is that cat following Maureen around?"

"Oh that's Mittens!" squealed Maureen. "Isn't he so precious?"

"Yea, the little guy is cute," said Mark. "Where'd you find him?"

"Honey Bear ran him over with the car," said Maureen. "But I saved him."

They all heard a loud snoring noise. Roger had fallen asleep again.

"ROGER!" screamed Maureen.

"BOMB THE CANADIANS!" he yelled.

"Um, Mark? Why does Roger say random things like that when we wake him up?" asked Joanne.

"Oh, that," laughed Mark. "I dunno. He's been doing it for a while now. I kinda got used to it." They all laughed.

So after 3 cups of coffee each, a long story told by Joanne, (and a lot of interrupting from Maureen) Mark and Roger were told the tale of the night. Mark gasped and laughed in all the right places, and Roger yawned…the whole time. When Joanne and Maureen had finished the story, it was about 3:00.

"I guess we should go back to sleep now," said Roger. He ran off to his couch.

"Pookie, where are we supposed to sleep?" asked Maureen.

Mark pulled out two sleeping bags and laid them on the floor. He bundled up some blankets and threw them next to the sleeping bags.

"There you go," he smiled.

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"Where is everybody?" asked Mark when he saw Joanne reading the paper on the table the next morning.

"Maureen and Roger are still sleeping, but Collins and Angel are on their way over with groceries," she replied. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I should ask the same thing to you," he said.

"Oh, I always get up at 6:00 every morning," she said. "I always have. I don't know why. But it really helped during school." She smiled. Roger came into the kitchen.

"How'd you sleep?" asked Joanne.

"Worse than I ever have before."

"Again, sorry about Maureen, but we still have bugs in our house," she said.

"STOP TALKING SO FUCKING LOUD!" yelled Maureen from the other room.

"Wow, she's really got a hangover," said Roger. "How many beers did she have last night?"

"I lost count at 10," grinned Joanne. The loft door slid open, and there were Collins and Angel with the groceries.

"Hey bitches!" said Collins. What's up witchu Rog, you got dark circles under your eyes."

"Get ready for a long story," said Joanne. She explained about the night, and by the time she was finished, Maureen had emerged from her sleeping bag.

"I NEED ASPRIN!" she complained.

"I didn't doubt you would," said Joanne smartly.

"Smartass," muttered Maureen.

Mimi climbed through the window.

"What's up?" she asked. Joanne let out a long sigh, and began to explain what happened to Mimi.

After she told her the whole story, there was a loud crash from the bathroom.

"Maureen!" yelled Joanne. Mark, Roger, Joanne, Mimi, Angel, and Collins ran to see what happened.

They found Maureen with her head in the toilet, puking her brains out. When she was done, Joanne said, "Honey, what happened?"

"I couldn't hold my liquor!" whined Maureen. I got all dizzy, and then the vase broke, and…oh!" Maureen started to cry.

Joanne held her. There was a knock on the loft door. Maureen cringed.

"Why is everything so damn loud!" she yelled.

"I'll get it!" said Angel happily. She ran over to the door, and slid it open.

"Hello, we're Joanne's parents. We'd like to speak to her and Maureen," said a polite Mr. Jefferson. An angry Mrs. Jefferson glared at Angel with the most disgusting look on a women's face you could ever see.

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