"Dude, that's your daughter, and you're not going to do anything?!" Collins practically screamed as he put the paper down on the table. "It's not right to not do anything, Mark. I mean, c'mon. She's your blood, man! You helped make her! She came out of the love of your life! You should help to find her…"

Mark sighed. Collins just didn't get it. She wasn't his daughter anymore. Hell, she was barely his daughter. "Collins, she's not mine anymore. She was never really mine, to begin with. She has a family to look after her now. A mom, a dad, maybe a sister, and a dog named Jenny and a backyard with a playground…" he paused. "And I'm not apart of that. Okay? It's simple. I'm not going to do anything, because I don't mean anything to her. She probably doesn't even know me and I exist. It's whatever, Collins."

Collins rolled his eyes, picking up his mug filled with coffee. "Whatever, man. I still think you're being a complete idiot," he said before sitting down on the couch next to Mark. "So, since I'm home, we're throwing a party. I already invited everyone over. So, you can't say anything against it," he said, flashing him a smile and winked.

It all went silent, before Collins decided to talk again. "Do you think Maureen knows?"

Mark scoffed, laughing. "No. She doesn't read instructions on a macaroni and cheese box, let alone the newspaper." He smirked, seeing Collins nod. "And, you're not going to tell her, either."

Later that night, around six, the whole gang was at the loft, boozing, laughing, and playing a game of Truths; you know the usual. Mark and Collins have said nothing about what they saw in the paper. And, apparently, Maureen didn't even read it, since when they brought something up that was happening around the world, she just stared into space. And, that was perfectly fine with Mark.

"So, Maureen," a slightly intoxicated Mimi piped up. "Where was the craziest place you ever had sex?" she finished off, with a satisfied, hazy smile.

Maureen scratched the back of her neck, Joanne and Mark both looking at her, both pleading and begging not to say somewhere where they have had sex. "Uhm," she started, feeling their eyes on her. "CBGBs… on the stage… people watching," she answered, a wicked smile crossing her face.

Roger smirked. "Heh, I remember that…" he paused, seeing everyone look at him, their brow raised. "It wasn't me, I swear! It was definitely the bassist of my band, Paul. It wasn't me."

"Is that who you fucked when we got into that big fight?" Mark asked, his arms crossing over his chest.

Maureen nodded. "Him… the drummer, the other guitarist, their manager…" she stopped, seeing Mark's face soften. "I'm so just kidding. I'm not that big of a whore."

Everyone scoffed and laughed in complete unison. "So, my turn to ask!" Maureen's eyes scanned her friends, looking for the one that wouldn't like to answer her question, what so ever. And her eyes landed on Joanne, the love of her life. "Pookie, if you had to fuck one of following, Mark, Collins, Roger or Benny, who would it be and why?"

Joanne's eyes practically widened. "You're kidding me, right?" She sighed, right when Maureen's head shook,. "Well…" she looked over at the friends and bit her lip. "…Benny…" she answered and downed a little vodka after her answer.

"EW, WHY?!" Maureen and Roger both said in harmony.

"He has that innocent boy face, but then when you talk to him, he's a complete asshole and assholes are more aggressive… when it comes to sex…" she stopped again, seeing Maureen's disgusted face. "I'm TOTALLY kidding, Honeybear." She giggled. "I'd honestly pick… Roger. He seems like he knows how to treat a woman in bed."

Everyone laughed at Roger's proud smile that crept across this face. The questions went around the group. All questions having to do with sex, of course. It wouldn't be a game of Truths with the Bohos' without them. It was Maureen's turn, again and she immediately turned to Mark. "Would you fuck Roger for two hundred dollars?" she asked.

Mark rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but then there was an unexpected knock at the door. Everyone looked around, confused. "We have more people coming, Collins?" Mimi asked, taking one more sip of her drink, but he just shook his head.

Mark saw no one get up, and heard another knock. "Whoa, everyone, sit down! Let's not all get the door at once! I'll go," he said sarcastically as he walked over to the door and opened it up.

There stood a tall, slender girl. Hair of blonde, and eyes of blue; but they were glazed over with tears, puffy, blood shot and behind thick glasses. "Hi, sorry to bother you, but are you Mark Cohen?" she asked, seeing everyone one of the bohos look on over at the door.

Mark nodded. "Uh, yeah. That's me. Can I help you?"

The girl's eyes seemed to shine through the tears and glass. "Oh, thank God. So, you're the biological father of Alexandra Grace…" She paused, hearing everyone gasp a little bit in the loft, except Maureen and Collins.

Maureen sat there, her skin turning almost white. She did a shot of whatever was in her bottle and stood up. "I'll be back, I have to pee," she said, walking over to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. She stood in front of the mirror, images of the daughter as a baby coming to her mind.

"Do you think we did the right thing, Marky?" Maureen asked, opening the doors of the adoption center and looking around for Roger with the car. "I mean, she was our baby…" She stopped talking, feeling Mark's lips on her temple a few times, taking that as a yes. "Maybe it is for the better. Now we can move to New York!" She smiled widely, but the thought of leaving her own blood behind did not leave her mind.

Mark turned to the group, and then to the blonde. "Uhhhhhhh, yeah." He paused, seeing out of the corner of his eye Joanne stand up and cross her arms over her chest. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I'm her adopted mother. My name is Tina… I just wanted to know if she was here. She ran away after I told her she was adopted…" She paused. "And she hasn't come home. She's smart, though. So, I wouldn't be surprised if she came here… Is her biological mother here?"

Maureen walked out of the bathroom, just in time to hear that. "I'm right here," she whispered and walked slowly up to the door, seeing Joanne's jaw drop. "What about her?" She swallowed hard, hearing what the girl had to say about Alexandra. This was all too much. Maybe my dream was a sign, Maureen thought and looked over her shoulder at Joanne and the rest of the gang. "Well, we'll look for her," she said and put her hand on Tina's shoulder. "I promise… she'll turn up."

Tina smiled and pulled Maureen into a hug. "Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me." She gave them her number and left, some kind of smile playing on her lips.

Maureen and Mark turned around, to see a very angry looking Joanne, a confused Mimi, a spaced out Roger, and a calm Collins. "Look, Pookie, I can explain…"

"Explain what?!" Joanne screamed. "You have a kid with Mark?! Why didn't you tell me?! You said I knew everything about you-"

"Everything that is easy for me to tell you. I've been dating for you almost ten years now, Joanne. You, out of all the fucking people in the damn world, should know I don't tell people shit! I keep things to myself, because I don't like to get hurt. Jesus Christ in my pants," Maureen screamed right back and shook her head.

Joanne sat down, shocked at what Maureen just said. "Tell me about her…"

Mark looked at Maureen. "I'll take over this question," he told her and looked at Joanne. "Well… it was Maureen's junior year and my senior year…"

A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this story, now. It might make no sense, but whatever, it's fun. And apparently, you guys like it. So, I'mma keep writing. Haha.