Hello all! The reviews for the last chapter have brought to my attention that people do like Alejandro. They just thought he was an ass at first, which is what I was aiming for. So, this is the second to the last chapter. Mkay? Mkay.

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

Collins was tossing and turning in bed that night. It got to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. He sighed heavily, got out of bed, and headed to the kitchen. Once there, he flipped the light switch and almost screamed when he saw Alejandro sitting at the table with a glass in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

"You can't sleep either?" Alejandro asked, looking up at Collins.

"I thought you didn't drink," Collins replied, grinning.

"I'm troubled." Alejandro refilled his cup and gulped it down.

"Damn," Collins said under his breath. "You know what you need?"

"What?" Alejandro asked, refilling his cup again. Collins left the room and returned with a flower pot. "You're going to help me get through a night of sleeping alone with . . . a plant?"

"No." Collins reached into the flower pot and pulled out his second most prized possession.

"What is that?" Alejandro asked with widened eyes.

"Some call it a blunt, a joint, a bong," Collins explained.

"That won't help me. It'll just make me laugh at . . . anything."

"Nuh uh. Take a closer look." Collins put the joint closer to Alejandro. "You see this?"

"It's three inches in front of my face so . . . yes."

"Do you know what it is?"

"Marijuana."

"No!"

"No?"

"No!"

"Then what is it?"

"This is the good shit, man!"

"'Good shit?'" Alejandro was thoroughly confused. Collins sighed and sat down in a chair next to Alejandro.

"You smoke this, you'll never smoke anything else," Collins said.

"Is it that bad?" Alejandro asked, still confused.

"No. It's that good!"

"I don't know if I should. I've never done it before."

"All you need is . . . a teacher." Collins chuckled and got up to get a lighter out of one of the drawers. "Watch and learn." He lit the joint, stuck it in his mouth, and took a long drag. After about 10 seconds, he took it out of mouth and blew out a ton of smoke. "That really is some good shit!" He passed it to Alejandro. "Go ahead." Alejandro took about half a drag of it before going into a coughing attack. Collins took the joint from him. "Whoa! You can't hit it that hard on your first try! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry. I . . ." Alejandro coughed again. "I told you I've never done it before."

"I can tell. Try startin' off slowly." Alejandro nodded and did as Collins advised. Three seconds later he blew out smoke just as Collins did, but not as much. "There ya go. You're gettin' the hang of it. " Alejandro took another drag. "How ya feelin'?"

"Pretty damn good," Alejandro replied, smiling. "So, would I be able to do what you did?"

"If you think you can handle it." Alejandro took a drag as long as Collins had, took the joint out of his mouth, and stared into space. "Alejandro?" No answer. "Hello?" Collins waved his hand in front of Alejandro's face. "You okay?" Still no answer. "Say somethin'." Alejandro blew out an amazing amount of smoke and grinned widely.

"That . . . is some good shit!" he exclaimed.

"Hell yeah!" Collins agreed. He and Alejandro went into the livingroom and about fifteen minutes later, after passing it back and forth, the joint was gone.

"Maaan, I feel soooo damn hiiiigh," Collins said, slouching on the couch.

"Hoooow hiiiigh?" Alejandro asked, also slouching on the couch.

"High as a damn kite! What about you?"

"Higher than a damn kite!" Alejandro and Collins shared a laugh. "Okay, Collins, now it's my turn to teach you something." Alejandro stood up and started to head for the kitchen, but tripped over his own feet. He and Collins both giggled and then burst into laughter.

"Stop laughing and help me up!" Alejandro said, still laughing. Collins helped him up and followed him to the kitchen. "Okay, get every single bottle of alcohol you have." Collins found all of the alcohol he and Angel had and put it on the table. Alejandro then got two tall glasses and poured just a little of every single bottle into both until both of them were full. "Alright, now watch." Alejandro drank the entire glass in one gulp. "Ta da!"

"Whooooooooa!" Collins said. "How'd you do that?"

"Practice." Alejandro smiled. "Now you try." Collins only got half of his glass down.

"Damn!" he exclaimed. "That's hard!"

"I told you it takes practice," Alejandro replied. They continued to smoke and drink for most of the night.

The next morning, Alejandro was the first one awake.

"Collins?" he whispered, taping Collins on his shoulder. "Collins?"

"Fivemoreminutes," Collins slurred.

"Wake up," Alejandro said in a louder voice. Collins' eyes opened slowly and then widened.

"What the hell am I doin' on the kitchen floor?" he asked.

"That's where you fell asleep."

"Here?"

"It's better than on the table." Collins rubbed his eyes and sat upright. "You might want to take these." Alejandro held out two aspirin and a glass of water. Collins did as Alejandro suggested and stood up. "Now go get dressed."

"Why?" Collins asked.

"We're going to get our women back," Alejandro explained.

"Are you sure about this?" Collins asked Alejandro when they arrived at Mimi's flat.

"Of course I'm sure," Alejandro said, knocking on the door. It opened and Mimi was in the doorway.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To be forgiven," Alejandro replied.

"Wait one second." Mimi went back into her flat and returned two minutes later. "Come on in." Collins and Alejandro slowly walked behind Mimi. The first sight of Alejandro's was his wife.

"Alicia, I-" he started.

"I see you and Collins haven't killed each other," Alicia interrupted. "Have you settled your differences?" Alejandro walked toward Alicia, took her hand in his and kissed it.

"Yes. You know if something upsets you I'll do anything to fix it." Alicia smiled and kissed Alejandro's forehead. "Do you forgive me?"

"You know I can't stay mad at you for that long." They shared a kiss. "¡Ángel! You have company!" Angel came from the room she'd been staying in.

"Yeah," Angel said. "Unwanted company."

"Angel, baby, I know your still mad, but-" Collins started.

"Mad is an understatement!" Angel interrupted.

"Okay, pissed," Collins tried.

"That about covers it," Angel agreed. "So now what? Are you just gonna say something my dad made up to get me back?"

"No. I'm gonna speak from my heart." Angel sat down on the couch next to Mimi.

"I'm listening," Angel said, crossing her arms. Collins took a deep breath.

"Angel, I know what I did was wrong," he began, "and I know you're pissed at me, but, baby, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you like this. I just . . . love you so much I got a little territorial. And when your dad said that you'd be beggin' to come home with him I snapped."

"That's no excuse," Angel interjected.

"I know it's not, but could you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Collins pleaded. Angel was silent. "Angel, please."

"Why should I?" Angel asked.

"Please, Angel! I'm willing to literally beg for your forgiveness!" Collins said as he got down on his knees. Angel's eyes widened.

"You . . . would?" she asked, nearly on the verge of tears.

"Yes, Angel! I would and will!" Collins told her. "Angel, baby, please take me back! Please! I love you! I love you so much and I messed up! Just give me another chance, baby! I can change! You don't even have to come to me! I'll come to you! I crawl to you!" Collins crawled to Angel and looked into her eyes. "Baby, take me back. Please."

Angel looked at Alejandro, Alicia, and then Mimi, who's eyes were saying, "Forgive him." She looked back at Collins.

"Please baby," he said. "I love you." Angel took one last look at everyone and then left the flat with tears in her eyes.

How many people thought she was gonna forgive him? How many people's hopes did I crush? I shall see. Review please.