Author's Notes: Don't know why I wrote this. I'm actually in a lot of physical pain, so I'm trying to ignore it by writing this.

I OWN NOTHING.

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"Tom! Tom!"

The professor woke with a start at the sound of his name. "What!"

Angel had the look of sheer panic on her face. "Someone is in the house. Get up!"

Collins jumped up with a bolt, Angel clutching onto to her lover tightly. The professor turned around and grabbed a bat that he had hidden under the bed. "Ang, I want you to stay in here."

"No Tom, I don't want to be alone. I want to stay with you." Saying this, Angel ran into the closet grabbing one of her huge platform shoes. She readied herself, clutching onto her man once again.

The two tiptoed out of their bedroom silent as mice. Collins looked around the room ever alert.

Finally there was a huge bang coming from the kitchen. Whoever or whatever it was, they were taking their food.

Angel began to cry. "Baby they're taking our food." Which the two had so little of.

Collins shushed his lover. "Stay back here."

Angel reached out for her boyfriend who held the bat in his hand, ready to strike whoever or whatever it was. "Tom, don't hurt anyone."

But Angel's plea fell on deaf ears, whoever or whatever it was, was going to have a broken limb whether they liked it or not.

As Collins silently walked, bat in raised in the air he called out. "Whoever the hell you are I'm giving you 5 seconds to get the hell out of my house!"

Caught, the intruder went very still. The professor's heart began to race. Slowly a head came in sight behind the refrigerator door. Seeing movement Collins swung at the intruder.

"Ahhhh!" the person cried.

Collins immediately recognized the voice, as did Angel who came up behind her lover still holding her shoe. The professor moved to the left to get a closer look. Just as he thought, there Maureen was on the floor a turkey slice hanging out of her mouth shielding her head. She was scared to death.

"Maureen." Collins said coldly.

As soon as Angel saw her friend on the floor, she walked away cursing Spanish profanities.

"Maureen what the hell are you doing here? I could have hurt you! Are you freakin' crazy!"

The performance artist jumped up, whining. "Joanne was mad at me and wouldn't let me eat the turkey! I love turkey! She never lets me do anything!"

Collins grabbed his head in anguish and frustration.

After Angel had calmed down a bit she came back and grabbed Maureen by the arm. "Ow Angel!"

"You better be glad that this all I'm hurting!" The street drummer yelled. Angel grabbed the package of turkey, which was brand new and pushed it into Maureen's chest. The anger arising, Angel began to talk a mile a minute. "Take-the-fucking-turkey-Maureen-and-if-you-don't-get-the-fuck-out-of-my-house-I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass! I- don't-even-want-to-know-how-you-got-in-here-just-get-the-fuck-out!"

Maureen shamefully grabbed her coat, as Angel shoved her out the door.

"Wait!"

"Que que Bendeha!" Angel said, pissed. (Translation: What Bitch!)

"Could I have some mayonnaise? I can't eat my turkey without mayonnaise!"

The street drummer's dark brown eyes pierced into Maureen's. "Maureen Johnson . . . Get out."

Saddened, Maureen walked out of the room and down the stairs. Angel slammed the door behind her, sighed loudly and stomped all the way back into the bedroom passing Collins.

The professor stood on the couch with his head in his hands. "I could have hurt her so badly."

Angel called out from the bedroom. "I SWEAR, IF I HAVE ONE BAG UNDERNEATH MY EYES I'M KICKING EVERYONE'S ASS!" Once again Angel slammed the door of the bedroom.

These were the nights that drove Angel and Collins crazy, but wouldn't trade for the world. It was what made their lives even more rewarding, even if they had to almost come close to killing some of their friends because of it.