Sorry I haven't updated sooner. I was, or am, very lazy. I feel bad. But here's Mark and Jeff's date. Yay! And I've had almost 1000 hits on this story! –excited fangirl squeal- I love you all! But not in that way, I swear.

Disclaimer: I pretty much only own Jeff.

"So, um," Mark started awkwardly, "tell me about yourself, Jeff."

Jeff was seated across from Mark in the somewhat empty hotel restaurant. It was just them and a few older looking couples.

"Well, I'm twenty-four. I was born on December 24. As I said before, I'm gay. I came out to my parents when I was fourteen and, to my surprise, they accepted me. But I came out to Boston after high school, and went to MIT for a few years. I dropped out after they fired my favorite teacher, Thomas Collins." Mark's eyes widened but he let Jeff keep talking. "Then I went to New York to be on stage, and now I live on Avenue A."

Mark just stared at him in disbelief. Jeff tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

"Um, that professor you were talking about is my best friend. We're here for his wedding. Is Benjamin Coffin your landlord?"

"Yeah, why?" Jeff asked, still very confused.

"I live in the same building as you. With Maureen Johnson and Joann Jefferson," Mark clarified.

Jeff's confused expression turned to one that resembled a fish. "You mean the Maureen Johnson who likes to 'Moo' at everyone?"

Mark nodded, ashamed but trying to hold back a laugh. "Yeah. You know, Collins lives there too."

"Wow, how have I not met you before?" Jeff asked.

Mark looked deep into Jeff's eyes. They were unconsciously moving closer together across the table. They were about two inches from each other when--

"MARKY!"

They both pulled away lightening fast, blushing furiously, and turned to see Maureen, Joann, Collins, and Angel walk into the room. He noticed Joann and Collins couldn't look at each other without blushing, but he didn't care why. He just glared at Maureen.

"Hi, Jeff!" she said hugging Mark's date. "I couldn't wait to meet you!"

"We've already met! You mooed at me last Tuesday while on the stairs," he said.

"Oh," she said, obviously disappointed. "Well, it's good to see you again!" Another hug. He just shrugged and hugged the diva back. When she pulled back, Joann stepped forward and put out her hand.



"Hi, I'm Joann," she said. "I'm her girlfriend." She gestured towards Maureen who was entertaining herself looking at the fish tank. Collins and Angel had already found a table and had ordered when Collins got up to talk to the filmmaker and his date.

"Hey Professor," Jeff said, shaking Collins' hand.

"Hey, Jeff," He responded happily. Jeff had been one of his favorite students back in MIT. Angel had sauntered over to introduce herself. "Oh, this is my wife, Angel." They exchanged greetings. "So, how you been?"

After catching up for a ten minutes, they saw Mimi and Roger enter the room. They waved them over but Roger just nodded and then joined his wife and an older woman.

"Hi, Mama," Mimi chirped as she and Roger joined Mrs. Marquez for breakfast. She kissed her mother on the cheek before sliding into the inside of the booth.

"Hello Mrs. Marquez," Roger greeted, unsure on how to greet his new mother-in-law.

"Please, Roger, call me Alise," she replied, calming him a little with a warm smile.

He smiled back, quietly exhaling in relief, and slid in next to Mimi.

After ordering, Mimi interrupted the somewhat awkward silence.

"So, Mama, why are you here?"

"I heard you were getting married, and I wanted to see if it was true." Her eyes shifted to the gold rings on her daughters and Roger's hands. She smiled again. "Congratulations."

"So you're not mad?" Alise shook her head. "That's good. We have something else to tell you too." Mimi took a look at Roger and inhaled nervously. "I'm pregnant."

(A little while later)

"Wow, I didn't think I'd ever see the day," Collins flung his arm around Angel as they walked back to their suite. "Our Marky is finally over Maureen." Angel giggled in agreement.

"Did you see the color of his face when Jeff kissed him under the 'Las Vegas' sign?"

Angel, Collins, Maureen, and Joann had followed Mark and his date around Vegas, for lack of having anything better to do. They had almost gotten caught, however, during the bus ride when Maureen decided to make a scene after someone told her to stop making out with Joann. But Mark was so wrapped up, that he didn't notice the drama queen.

"Thank goodness Roger stole his camera and got it on film. He may be pissed now, but in the long run he'll be happy," Angel said with a shrug.



"Yeah, like when he gets dragged to Vegas to be married," Collins said with a smile as he held the door open for his wife. Angel pretended to be offended and hit his arm.

"As I recall, Mr. Collins, you proposed to me," she told him as she pulled him onto the couch, next to her and used her scarf to lasso him into a kiss. He tried to deepen it but she pulled away.

"Sorry honey, but we have to pack. We're leaving tomorrow, remember?"

He groaned and pulled away. "Back to that cold bohemian hell," he looked up at Angel with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But having my own angel helps a little."

She leaned in to brush her lips with his and whispered, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Thomas."

He smiled and playfully growled at her pinned her to the couch.

(The next day: Airport)

Mark was sadly playing with his camera. He didn't want to leave without Jeff, but knew that they would see each other soon. He flicked on the power and started filming his favorite subjects. He turned to his roommates first.

Maureen sighed sadly as she leaned into Joann. "I don't want to go home yet," she whined.

Joann stroked her hair, lovingly. "No one does, honeybear. But I promise that we will take another vacation soon. Just the two of us." Maureen brightened considerably at the thought. Mark smirked and moved onto Mimi and Roger.

"Well, at least my mom liked you," she said kissing his cheek. "And she's excited about being a young grandmother."

He smiled goofily. They had gotten him some relaxation pills because he was very nervous about flying, and he had taken them too early.

Mark giggled at his drugged friend and moved onto Angel and Collins. They were telling each other how much they loved each other. Not so much in words but in actions.

"Mark, you pervert! Stop filming them!" he heard as a flip-flop hit the side of his head. He just threw the shoe back to Maureen and put his camera away. Next thing he knew their flight was boarding.

He was trying to shove his bag into the overhead cabin when there was a tap on his shoulder. Mark turned to see something that made him smile uncontrollably.

You all can guess who it is. I know you know. But please please review anyway! School's starting soon and it makes me sad but reviews are like Angel and Collins fluff! It makes me smile!