Setting: Takes place present time, slightly in past,( a couple of years). They don't have AIDS. Other than that it's the same and completely different story.


I wake up, the sun shining through the blinds onto my face.

"Good Morning Angelcake." I mumble sleepily and search the bed for her familiar figure.

I open my eyes to find that the bed was empty. The smell of coffee wafts into the bedroom. She's probably in the living room, she's such a early bird I thought. I sit up and rub my eyes and head towards the bathroom to relieve myself. I brush my teeth, and groom my goatee, shaving off the 5:00 shadow creeping in. I splash my face with cooling water before drying off with a nearby towel and head towards the living room.

I smell coffee brewing and I see Angel in her black tanktop and Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

"Good Morning Angelcake." I say but she doesn't respond.

I approach her and I realize that she's crying. I sit down next to her on the couch and wrap her in my arms.

"What's wrong? It'll be okay, I'll always be right here." I say comfortingly, but saying this only sends her into hysterics. What did I do? I think to myself. She sets down her coffee and hold me tighter around my waist, with the piece of paper still in her hand.

She literally squeezed me, gripping me as if I was goin somewhere. The piece of paper touches my bare back, pricking me uncomfortably with its pointy corners. I grab it from her hand. Then I see my name addressed to it, a document more than a letter. She cries harder as I start to read it:

To Sir Tom Byron Collins of #24th Housing Unit of Apartment Complex C of 1530 Avenue B, East Village, New York:

You are hereby ordered by the United States Military for induction into the Armed Forces of the United States, and to report at US Army Recruiting Station of 688 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY on the date of May 13that 15:00 (3pm) sharp for induction into the United States Army.

There was a whole lot of other crap with it but I knew what it meant. I just knew one thing as I clutched the paper in my hand, and wrapped my arms around Angel: I was being drafted into the Army.


(2 hours later)

"They can't do this! They just can't!" I yell as I put on my shoes. "They can Collins, they can." Angel says sadly, too depressed to wear drag.

"This can't be happening Ang! I can't go into the damn motherfucking Army! I don't want to go into the Army! I'm perfectly happy staying here than going over somewhere to shoot a whole bunch of stupid ass people who think war is the answer!" I yelled in frustration.

"Neither do I want you to Collins, but- but we have to figure something out." Angel said teary- eyed, tears once again starting to fall once more down her cheeks.

I walk over to her and wipe away her tears and embrace her.

"Shh, It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna do something to get out of this." I whispered in her ear. I kissed her lovingly, giving her reassurance too. We left the apartment, the letter that brought so much despair in a seemingly supposed to be wonderful Friday morning tucked into my back pocket as we head to the loft…


(Mark's Perspective)

The loft was unusually quiet for five people to be in a room at once. Joanne was simply do lawyerly things with a whole bunch of papers on our coffee table. Roger and Maureen were playing a game console thing called a PS2. Maureen kept complaining on how we should get the new X-Box 360 that came out a while ago, but she forgets that were freaking broke and she refuses to pitch in with at least some of the money required to get a new one.

I filmed Roger getting frustrated as Maureen kept on winning.

"Hey you can't do that! Quit kicking me when I'm on the floor!" Roger yells as he furiously smashes the buttons on the controller.

"Yes I can, and I will! KIIYAAH!" Maureen says over dramatically as she kicks Roger's character again, killing him.

"Ha Ha 25 to 3 Roger! I am the winner, the Queen of Tekken 4!" She yells falling on her back her legs sprawled out. Roger grumbles and walks away over to Mimi, who was looking at a old fashion magazine.

I turn off my camera realizing I just wasted film on filming Roger and Maureen play a stupid video game. Joanne just shakes her head laughing at Maureen's little act.

The front door slides open and Collins and Angel arrive looking very…sad and depressed, which is so unusual for them I was kinda shocked and confused.

"Mimi-chica!" Angel cried as he runs towards Mimi, knocking Roger off the couch and onto the floor taking his place.

"Ouch Angel! Damn what was that for?" Roger says rubbing his back.

Angel buries his head in her shoulder crying loudly completely ignoring Roger as Collins walked in slowly from behind, a look of despair riddled across his face.

"Chica what's wrong?" Mimi asks Angel hugging her best friend.

"Coll- Collins is- is going-" Angel cried unable to finish his sentence.

"Collins, what did you do?" Mimi asked him, and his frown deepened even more.

"Why do you think I did something? I didn't do anything, the damned government did."

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me. My eyes widened in disbelief as I read it. "My God..." I say, saddened by the news the document brings.

"What?" Roger, Mimi, Maureen, and Joanne say, wanting to know what happened.

"Collins has been drafted into the Army." I say sadly, and a collective gasp was heard. Now I understand why they were so sad.

"No fucking way! They can't do that!" Roger yelled outraged, but his eyes showing hurt and pain from the news. I passed the document to the others, each one reading it. Maureen started cry almost as bad as Angel when she read it, this time there was no over exaggeration, it was what she really felt.

"They can, and they probably will. It's the damn government, they can do whatever the hell they want." Collins says angrily, sitting next to Angel, who turns and cries into Collins' black and white layered shirt.

"When do you have to go?" Mimi asked softly.

"I- I don't know, but I have to be at the Recruitment Station three days from now at three pm."

"Where is that at?" Roger asks.

" 688 Avenue of the Americas" Collins says sarcastically, of course a Army Recruitment Station would be on a road like that.

"I'll drive you there." Joanne offered.

"Thanks." Collins says solemnly.

"Noo! Collins is going into the military!" Maureen wailed, crying for her best friend.

"No I won't, not if I can do anything about it." Collins said with uncertainty.

The rest of the day we all just sat there silently, looking at the paper, the simple piece of paper that was threatening to snatch away our dearest friend…