I have decided to continue this cause people told me to. And I ALWAYS listen to people (coughnoIdontcough). So anyway, there's gonna be like a lot of flashbacks and things and then later, as a request from ConfusedColumbia26220 (who this is dedicated to), everyone shall reunite in heaven! Yay!
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Collins is asleep. At least, I think he is. I mean, he hasn't moved or opened his eyes for quite some time. He's just lying there. Completely still. Is he sleeping? I'm pretty sure he is.
He must be having a nice dream.
That's what I tell myself. He is asleep. Asleep, not dea-
"Collins," I whisper. I get no answer. "Collins?" I give him a gentle shake and his head shifts to the side as he swats my hand away. I let out a sigh of relief and start thinking about a time at the loft. Our first night there. Ironically, we actually got there at night. Me, Roger, Maureen, Collins and Benny.
(Flashback: Normal POV)
"Wow. All of us are gonna live here?" Maureen asked. Benny shrugged and began to explore the loft, that had already been filled with furniture, with Mark not far behind.
"I guess so. It's the right address," Roger responded as Collins appeared in the doorway carrying three bags on one arm and two on the other.
"I know I'm black and all, but that don't mean I'm goin' do all the work and carry every damn thing!" he said, panting slightly. He dropped all of the bags on the ground.
"I'm black too," Benny said.
"So you say," said a chuckling Collins, receiving a death glare from Benny. Collins stopped chuckling and cleared his throat. "As I was sayin', if ya'll wanna live here, ya'll gotta take your assess downstairs and bring up your own shit!"
"Well, the rest of my shit is too heavy for me to carry. You think a big, strong man like you could be so kind as to help me?" Benny asked sarcastically, picking his first bag up off the floor. Collins growled low in his throat and knocked Benny's bag out of his hand. "Wow. Do I detect a little hostility? How 'bout a hug?"
"How 'bout you get the hell outta my face before I get really pissed off?" Collins retorted.
"There is hostility." Benny picked up his bag again. "You owe me some flowers and an apology, mister."
"I don't owe you jack shit!"
"God, Collins. Why are you so mean?"
"Why are you such an asshole!?"
"Collins, we all know Benny's an asshole. And, like the rest of us, you're just gonna have to deal with it," Maureen said.
"I am not an asshole!" Benny argued.
"Yeah you are. Ever since you've been dating that girl," Mark added.
"Oh yeah. That girl. Isn't her name . . . Muffy or something?" Roger asked.
"Allison!" Benny corrected.
Collins chuckled. "Muffy," he repeated.
"Her name is Allison! Allison Grey to be exact," Benny stated. Collins' jaw dropped.
"Did you just say, 'Allison Grey?'" he asked.
"Sure did," Benny said with a smile.
"The Allison Grey?"
"That's right."
"You're seriously talkin' 'bout the rich bitch?"
"Ye . . . hey!" Mark, Roger, and Maureen started laughing. "That is not funny! Don't call her that!"
"Oh my God! Collins, how the hell did you even come up with that?" Roger asked, still laughing.
"Well, she's rich and she's a bitch. Put it all together and what do you get?" Collins asked, waiting for an answer.
"THE RICH BITCH!" the others, save Benny, said together.
"Exactly."
"You guys are so immature. No wonder you aren't in relationships," Benny said, sitting on the couch and crossing his arms.
"Hello? Marky and I are in a relationship. Together!" Maureen said as Mark sat next to Benny.
"And I got a boyfriend," Collins added.
"When the hell did you get a boyfriend?" Roger asked.
"You remember Kevin?"
"The homophobe?" Collins nodded. "Yeah. What about him?"
"Let's just say, he ain't a homophobe no more."
"What are you talking ab-"
"Think about it for a while." Roger did just that. for a moment, he didn't understand what Collins was saying. Then it hit him.
"OH. MY. GOD. You didn't," he said.
"Yes, I did," Collins replied, smirking and taking a bottle of Stoli out of his bag.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"You slept with the world's biggest homophobe!?"
"You did what!?" Maureen interjected.
"It's true. And I enjoyed ever single minute of it," Collins said, taking a drink.
"EW! NASTY MENTAL IMAGE!" Mark and Benny said at the same time.
"Whimps!" Maureen said. "Where'd you guys do it?"
"I don't think I should tell you that," Collins said.
"Aw, please!"
"I don't know Mo. That depends on Kevin's feelings."
"What depends on my feelings?" Kevin asked, walking into the loft and giving Collins a quick kiss.
"Who invited him here?" Benny asked.
"I did. You got a problem with it?" Collins retorted.
"Yeah. Why can't I invite Allison over?"
"Cause nobody likes the rich bitch." Everyone, except Benny, laughed again.
"Well, as I said before: What depends on my feelings?" Kevin repeated.
"Whether or not we're allowed to know where you and Collins fucked," Maureen said.
"Did you tell them we 'fucked,' as Maureen so blankly put it?"
"Well, yeah. But, I didn't tell them where. That's up to you," Collins said.
"Oh, I don't mind."
"Seriously?" Roger asked in shock.
"Nope. I'll be glad to tell. You're bound to figure it out anyway."
"Okay. Where?" Maureen asked excitedly. Kevin looked at the couch, where Benny and Mark were sitting, and laughed.
"Come on. Where?" Maureen pushed.
"Right on that couch," Kevin said, laughing.
"Are you serious? Collins, is he serious?" Roger asked, on the verge of laughter.
"Hell yes!" Collins answered, watching Benny and Mark practically jump off the couch.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" the both said as everyone else laughed at them.
"You couldn't make it to a bedroom or something!?" Mark asked.
"You can never make it all the way to the bedroom when you've got a boner that's noticalbe even through the most loose fittin' pants you own," Collins explained.
"I need to talk to you," Kevin whispered to Collins. As everyone laughed, Kevin pulled Collins out into the hallway.
"What's up?" Collins asked. Kevin looked down at his feet. "You gonna talk or just stand there?" Kevin took a deep breath.
"Um . . . you know how I kept getting sick?" he began.
"Yeah."
"Well . . . I went . . . to see a doctor to get a test."
"What kind of test?"
"An HIV test." Collins heart dropped. "I got my results back today . . . and the doctor said I should tell you to get tested."
"Did you look at the results?" Kevin nodded sadly. "And?"
"I-I'm . . . positive."
"Oh my God."
"But that doesn't mean you have it. That's why you should get tested. You might've gotten lucky." Collins nodded.
Lucky? My boyfriend is HIV positive. How the hell is that lucky? he thought.
"I'll do it, but only if you promise to go with me," Collins said. Kevin grabbed hold of Collins' hand.
"I promise," he said.
Please let these results come back negative.
Collins is tossing and turning. I can tell he's in pain. Well, that's what it looks like. His eyes snap open and he stares at the ceiling for a while. He looks scared, or panicked. Something must be wrong.
"Collins, you okay?" I ask. He doesn't answer. He does open his mouth as if to say something, but nothing actually comes out. "How ya feelin'?"
"Hot," he whispers. I just barely hear him.
"What?" He turns his head to me.
"Hot," he repeats in what would be a normal voice if it wasn't so raspy. He starts trying to take the covers off of himself. "Hot!" I get up and help him remove some of the blankets. "No blankets! Get 'em off me!" I take all of the blankets off of him.
"Is that better?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Too hot! Still too hot!" he says.
This can't keep happening to him. First he's hot, then he's cold. Cold, then hot. It seems like it's been going on forever. He wants it to stop, I want it to stop. But, no matter what I do, I can't stop it. All I can do is watch and wait. Watch and wait for my friend to die.
I'm totally depressing myself right now. That's not healthy. Review this please and there shall be happier flashbacks. You know I'm sorry for all types of mistakes.