The sound of the phone ringing woke Mark up. He grabbed his glasses, and picked up the phone next to his bed.
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Marky? It's Maureen. Get everyone up, Joanne and I are coming over; it's important," Maureen said quickly on the other end.
"Mo, what time is
"Why the hell are you up this early?"
"I told you, it's important. Now get everyone up, we'll be at your place in like twenty minutes or so. Bye." Before Mark could protest, Maureen hung up. The filmmaker groaned, and got up to get dressed.
When Mark finally trudged out to the front room, Collins was sitting on the duct tape covered couch grading papers.
"Who called?" he asked.
"Maureen. She and Joanne are on their way here; it's supposedly important."
"It must be if Maureen's up before noon." Mark nodded in agreement. Maureen didn't do mornings. "You better get Roger and Mimi up now so Roger's in a somewhat good mood when the girls get here." Mark went over, and began to bang on the door to Roger and Mimi's room.
"Guys, time to get up!"
"What the hell do you want Cohen?" Roger snapped from the other side of the door. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Don't blame me; Joanne and Maureen are on their way here to tell us something important. So, you either get up now, or face Maureen's wrath when she gets here."
"We're up, don't worry," Mimi said. Satisfied, Mark left the couple to get up on their own.
Fifteen minutes later, Mimi and Roger emerged from their room. Mimi trudge over to the couch, and curled up on the part of it that wasn't occupied by Collins and his work. Several minutes later, Maureen came bursting into the loft.
"Guess what!" she announced as she waved a copy of the newspaper in the air. "Guess what, guess what, GUESS WHAT!"
"Maureen shut the hell up and tell us!" Roger snapped. Joanne pried the newspaper out of Maureen's hand, and handed it to Collins.
"Cure for AIDS Found," he read. Roger nearly dropped his coffee. Collins quickly scanned over the article. "Starting next week the cure will be available to the public. A person needs five treatments, at three thousand dollars a treatment," he explained. Mimi whistled.
"That's a lot of money," she pointed out form her catlike position on the couch. Collins handed Joanne her paper.
"That's great and all Jo, but there's no way that we'll be able to afford that for any of us," he said with the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice. Maureen flopped down on one of the chairs.
"That's so not fair that you all can't get this treatment, because you can't afford it," she pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"No, you three will get that new treatment," Mark said firmly from the kitchen. Everyone looked at him.
"Mark…" Joanne calmly said.
"I'm getting you guys that new treatment!" the filmmaker announced before storming out of the loft and onto the fire escape.
A/N: There you go, chapter one. What do you all think? Trust me, this will be an interesting story to read, it's all planned out. Please review!