A/N: Addressing another issue: Roger has not discovered his voice talents yet. Don't panic, folks.

Sorry I haven't updated. School has kept me busy. Enjoy this chapter. Some Angel/Collins!kiddie goodness here.

JOANNE'S POV:

Joanne hated the rain.

She remembered that she and her friends had created a theory long ago that when it rained, it meant the angels in heaven were crying. Joanne was almost eleven years old. Yet, she somehow still held that belief close to her. At least it covered up the reality of the situation—it was one cruddy day.

This is not how I wanted to spend my weekend, she thought, flipping through a magazine as she lay sprawled out on her bed. There was nothing to do, and the weatherman had reported that the following day, Sunday, would be rainy as well. It didn't look like Joanne would be able to play basketball in her driveway that weekend.

She still had to finish a Science project and walk the dog, and take out the garbage...

And Joanne didn't feel like doing any of these things, all because of the April rain.

TOM'S POV:

Tom picked up the telephone and sighed. "Hello?"

"You sound bored, too."

Tom blinked. "...Joanne! Hi. What's up?" he said, his spirits lifting now that he'd gotten a call from one of his friends.

"You...wanna come over? I'm really bored," Joanne said quietly. Tom could tell she was nervous. Since he'd semi-rejected her when she had told him that she liked him, they had both been a little on-edge when talking to each other alone.

"I actually wanted to invite you over here...I'm having Angel and everyone else over 'cause they're all bored, too. My mom made cookies and stuff. Can you come?" Tom asked eagerly. He hoped Joanne could make it. It was never as fun for the group of friends to hang out when one of them was missing.

"Um...sure!"

"Cool! See ya then." Tom hung up the phone and got some snacks ready on the kitchen table. "Tom," Mr. Collins called from the living room as he read the newspaper, "Make sure your friends don't make a mess of our kitchen, you hear?"

Tom nodded and yelled back, "Sure thing, dad..."

He hoped Roger wouldn't stuff his face too much.

ANGEL'S POV:

Angel hopped out of his mother's car, blue umbrella in hand, and ran over to Tom's front door where he was waiting on the steps.

"Hi, Angel! You're here first. Which means you get the gummy worms before Roger does."

Angel laughed. Gummy worms were Tom's favorite snack and he always brought them to school and shared them with his friends. "I call the red ones!"

"As if. I like the red ones. I wanna eat 'em," Tom taunted, a hint of a smile gracing his lips.

"Tom, the red ones are owned by me. I will not eat any other flavor." Angel mock-huffed as he walked into the house.

Tom shrugged. "Well I guess you'll have to watch me eat the red gummy worms because they're mine."

"Not on my life, Thomas Collins!"

"Don't say my full name. You sound like my mom." Tom rolled his eyes, ran into the kitchen and grabbed the package of gummy worms from the kitchen table. He returned in front of Angel, who still had his raincoat on standing in front of the doorway. "Ooh, look what I have!"

"Give 'em, Tom."

"Not on my life, Angel Schunard," Tom mocked, smiling wickedly.

"YOU IDIOT!" Angel tackled Tom to the ground and they both started fighting over the package of gummy worms.

"Angel! You're getting me all wet with your stupid jacket," Tom managed to cry out between fits of laughter.

"Gimme the gummy worms and no one gets hurt!"

Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening and shutting. Angel was pretty much on top of Tom trying to grab the package, but once they heard the sound, they both froze.

Glancing towards the door, they saw the rest of their friends looking down at them. Roger was shaking his head. Mark stared. Joanne was giggling. Mimi rolled her eyes, and Maureen was darting her eyes back and forth.

"Are we..." Mark took a couple of steps forward, taking off his jacket, "...missing somethin'?"

There was a long, awkward silence, until it was broken by Maureen's delayed observation:

"Look! Gummy worms!"

MIMI'S POV:

After the gummy worms had been divided equally amongst the seven friends (Angel getting most of the red ones), they all sat on the couch and watched a TV movie, eating Mrs. Collins' cookies.

"Gah, these movies are so corny," Roger muttered. Mimi just swatted his arm and said, "You're corny."

"I think you're corny-er." Roger snapped.

"Is that even a word?" Mimi challenged. Roger was silent, and Mimi smirked triumphantly, grabbing onto Roger's arm.

A rainy day had never been so fun-filled.