Sorry this took a little long. My computer crashed and I couldn't use it and it was pissing me off. But thankfully it's fixed now...I think.

OMG! This weekend I went ice skating and my friend won me a stuffed cow out of the claw machine and I named her Elsie! Haha. Random but 'rentified' I'm to cool.

This chapter is a little random. But it's kinda funny. hehe.

Disclaimerrrr: R to the E to the N to the T is not M to the I to the N to the E.

Translation: Rent is not mine.

Maureen told the other bohemians the news she just learned about Mark. They were all glad that he was okay. Everyone decided that they wanted to see Mark immediately so they got him room number and walked down the hallway that led to his room.

The bohemians reached his room and opened the door to find Mark in the hospital bed, a little bruised up and one of the nurses handing him a small piece of paper. The nurse turned around and blushed then excused herself and left the room.

"Maaark!" Maureen sang. "What is that?" She asked referring to the little paper in Mark's hand.

"A number." Mark said simply.

It took the rest of the gang a minute to catch on. "That's my boy!" Collins said patting Mark on the shoulder.

"So, what's her name?" Angel asked.

"Audrey." Mark said with a smile.

"She was cure, Mark." Mimi said.

"I know!" Mark agreed. Everyone laughed.

"So, you okay?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Mark replied.

"Good, cause' you scarred the hell out of us back there." Roger said with a smirk.

"So did you find out when I can go home?" Mark asked.

"Your doctor said that you can be out of here by tomorrow." Maureen said.

"Yeah, what Mrs Johnson said. " Angel laughed.

"Huh?" Mark was extremely confused.

"Well, while you were in here Maureen and Collins got married." Angel said.

"And...She became your sister." Roger added.

"Huh?" Mark was still confused.

"Long story. Don't ask." Joanne said.

"Pookie, your just mad because I married Collins.: Maureen said. Joanne Laughed unenthusiastically.

"I'm still lost." Mark said.

"Good." Maureen replied. Everyone laughed and then spent the rest of the day in the hospital with their injured friend.

The next day (10:32am)...

The night before everyone (except Mark of course) went back to the loft and stayed there the night.

Joanne was the first one to wake up. She looked around the room and saw Mimi and Roger sleeping on the couch, Angel and Collins sharing the chair, and Maureen snoring loudly on the metal table. Joanne didn't want to wake anyone up so she got up from her spot on the floor and began to make a cup of coffee.

The delicious scent of coffee filled the loft and it started to cause the others to wake up. Roger stretched and yawned. "I smell coffee!" He said excitedly yet sleepily.

"Me too!" Angel said with her eyes still closed.

"Me three!" Mimi said with a big yawn.

"Me eighty seven!" Maureen shouted. Everyone looked at Maureen. "What?" She asked.

"Eighty seven?" Roger asked.

"At least it's a number." Maureen said as she got off...well, more like 'fell off' the table.

"Whatever, I still smell coffee!" Mimi said.

"I just made some." Joanne said. "Who wants a cup?"

"Mee!" Everyone said except Collins, who was still sleeping.

"Collins baby, wake up. There's coffee." Angel nudged him. He didn't move.

"I bet I could wake him up." Maureen walked over to the chair where Angel and Collins were. "FIRE!" She yelled in his ear.

"AHH!" Collins screamed. "SAVE THE STOLI!" Everyone else in the room was dying of laughter. "That's not funny." Collins said when he realized what was going on.

"Yes it is." Angel said between giggles.

"Okay, ha, ha, ha. Now I want my coffee!" Roger said impatiently.

"Make it yourself, This ain't no diner." Joanne said.

"Rawr. And I thought I was the cranky one." Mimi said.

"She is always grouchy in the morning." Maureen said as she poured her coffee into a mug.

"I am not!" Joanne protested.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Okay ladies calm down!" Collins interrupted. "There is only one way to solve this...ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!"

"Fine." Maureen and Joanne said at the same time.

"All right," Collins began. "You know the rules, now...GO!"

"Rock, paper, scissors, says: SHOOT!" Maureen and Joanne said in unison. Maureen had rock and Joanne had scissors.

"HA!" Maureen yelled. "I WIN!"

"Best two out of three!" Joanne said.

"Rock, paper, scissors, says: SHOOT!" This time Joanne had scissors again and Maureen had a paper.

"Damn you!" Maureen yelled. "AGAIN!"

"One more." Collins pointed out.

"Rock, paper, scissors, says: SHOOT!" Maureen hold out her fist and Joanne had paper.

"I Win!" Joanne yelled.

"NO!" Maureen screamed dramatically. "I don't have a rock...I have a...a bomb! And it blows up and sets your stupid paper on fire!"

"Sure Maureen, whatever you say." Joanne rolled her eyes.

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