I walked down the busy streets of New York; I have to find something to do, a riot, anything, I just had to get her off my mind.
I walked past the building she worked in and froze when I saw her through a window about to come out; I looked at my watch, of course, her lunch break.
I turned and ran down the side walk, all I could hear were my heels on the cement, I finally reached the loft again, Benny pushed past me.
"Fuck you too, Benny." I murmured walking up the stairs, when I was about to open the door Mimi came out, looked at me and kept going on her way, I walked in.
"What the hell is up with every-" I started but then noticed everything was back in the room, in bags and what not, "When did you get your shit back?"
"A few minutes ago, it's a long story." Mark replied.
We set everything up, I hadn't seen Roger since earlier that morning but he walked in the living room, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door right when we finished setting the couch down.
"What's wrong with Roger?" I asked sitting down on the couch, followed by Mark and Collins and Angel sat in the floor in front of us.
"Mimi…they got into a fight when Benny came over." Collins replied glumly.
"Oh…" I said. No wonder Mimi acted the way she did earlier.
We all decided to go to bed, Collins and Angel stayed the night; it was to cold out to really wonder around like they love to do.
Roger went in and out of the loft, not really ever staying long, all of us barely saw him anymore; it was odd without Roger and Mimi around all the time, which I can't exactly say I was, I was always out as well, trying to clear my head, trying to plan another riot. Everyone stopped getting together, too busy, or fighting with someone else in the group.
I was at the loft trying to write another riot but just ended up doodling Joanne's name over and over again when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Mo, get to the hospital as fast as you can." I heard Collins say on the other end, he sounded like he had been crying.
"Why, what's going on?" I asked, panicking.
"Angel…" He almost cried into the phone, I slammed the phone down, snatched my jacket up and started for the hospital.
I saw a person selling flowers and bought some, I started running for the hospital. I reached the room and opened the door slowly, Roger was sitting in one of the chairs, Mark in the other beside him, Mimi was painting Angel's nails, Collins was laid in the hospital bed with Angel laying beside him so lifeless, but still smiling, as always, then, Joanne standing on the other side of Angel that Collins wasn't laying on, I could only see the back of her. Roger and Mark were the only ones that noticed me open the door, I walked in and everyone's attention turned to me, I walked to Angel and handed him the flowers.
"Thanks, Mo, they're beautiful but you shouldn't have." She smiled, she looked so weak but her smile was still as strong as always.
"Only the best for you," I smiled and kissed her forehead, Collins looked at me, he was smiling but you could tell he was only doing it for Angel; he didn't want her to see him upset, which would be the same reason I had put on a smile.
I kissed Collins cheek, he looked at Joanne waiting for us to say something to each other, and I looked at her as well, her tear filled eyes made my smile fade, I looked back down at Angel and Collins. Why was it so hard to even be near her? Why did I think I could even look at her without about crying?