a/n: well I've been reading all these Collins and Angel fics and they are completely adorable so I felt like joining in on the cuteness. I have five bajillion other fics that I could be updating, but I felt like starting a new one, with the worlds cutest couple. Oh, and the first chapter is prolly gonna be boring, but it'll get better. I promise.
"Why are we here again?" I groaned, trying to raise my voice over the blaring music.
"Because we need to get you over that bitch," Roger explained, even though I could barley hear him.
"So coming to some lame club is going to do the trick?" I asked, more to myself than Roger.
The air was think with smoke from people with cigarettes and smelled like sweat. Most of the people sitting at the bar looked like teenagers even though they were sipping shots. Everything was so crowded and every time you moved, there was some to bump into. It was definitely not my kind of place.
"Let's sit here," Roger suggested sitting down at an unsteady table. Me and Mark just stood there, staring at it. I guess he noticed, like I did, the dirty food spread out and the spilled drinks. "Sit," Roger said again, this time demanding it.
Sighing, the we sat down, trying there best to avoiding anything completely disgusting. "So, see anything you like?" Roger asked, motioning to all the girls around.
I snorted. "Hardly."
Mark and I just sat there, lamely, looking around. Roger seemed like the only one who actually was interested with being there. "Oh, look at her!" Roger exclaimed.
I turned my head to see, even though I knew Roger's usual type. There was a tall latina girl standing by the bar laughing with a few others. "Shes not skanky at all," Mark commented sarcastically.
"She looks like a whore," I added bluntly.
"Uh-huh," Roger replied, barely hearing what we had just said. "Lets go talk to them."
"I'd rather not," I said rolling his eyes.
"Mark, come on," Roger said, not even giving him a chance to reply. And in two seconds, they were flirting. At least Roger was. Mark didn't really know how to flirt. He wasn't exactly the "lady's man".
So, I just sat there alone, and bored. I knew it'd be long until Roger came back to the table, and maybe even Mark, so I thought it'd be a good chance for me to escape. Quietly, I stood up and found my way to a back exit. Sitting alone in silence was much better than sitting in there.
The fresh air hit me instantly and I sat down, trying to become relaxed. It wasn't easy. So many things were going through my mind. This whole night was supposed to be about me getting over my girl friend, well now my ex, but the stress kept coming back. I wasn't ready to move on.
As much as I hate it, I have a habit when I'm stressed. I pulled out my cigarettes and matches praying that maybe it would help.
"Aren't you a little too young to be smoking?" I heard a voice ask randomly. Immediately, I looked up. There stood a tall man, skinny, but not scrawny, with sugar brown skin. There was something about him that just kept me staring. His sparkling eyes just had me traped and-
"Oh shit!" I moaned. I guess I was staring at him for a little too long. The match burned all the way down to my skin.
"You okay honey?" he asked with a little chuckle. His smile was huge and it showed his bright white teeth.
"I'm fine," I said, trying to make it sound like it didn't hurt, even though it still stung. I paused for a minutes, staring at him again. There was something about him, I didn't know what, but I wanted to talk to him more. "Want one?" I asked holding out my cigarettes.
He made disgusted face. "I quit," he stated proudly.
I laughed a little. "Me too," I said taking a long puff.
"I'm Angel," he said with a soft smile.
"That's a great name," I replied, truthfully. "It goes with a great face." Then I blushed. That was a little too truthful. "Uh-Um.." I said stuttering, trying to come up with something to cover that up.
Angel just smiled again, which made me smile.. which made me blush even more. "Thanks," he said shyly.
"Yeah.. N-No problem," I said quickly, still flushing red.
Angel just looked at me as if he was waiting for something. "And you are?" he asked.
Duh.. I thought to myself. "Tom.. Collins," I corrected myself, looking down, embarassed.
"Nice to meet you," he said, holding his hand out. I grabbed it softly and shook. His touch was so warm and gentle. I didn't want to let go. "So how old are you anyways?"
"Eight-teen," I replied. For a moment we stood there. I wondered if I should ask how old he was, but for some reason, nothing came out when I opened my mouth and all I could seem to do was stare at him, and look into his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I'm 17. A senior. It kinda sucks though. I just moved and in my fourth year of high school, I need to go to a whole new school," Angel said, obviously trying to prolong the conversation.
"Yeah, that would suck. You gotta make a lot of new friends and stuff," I replied, actually having no idea how that would feel. I was always at the same school.
Angel just nodded a little. "I'm a pretty outgoing person. I just hope people will accept me," he added.
I just stared at him. How could anyone turn him away? There was just something about him, something that made me want to talk to him even more, even though it was hard for my mouth to find the words. "Why wouldn't they accept you?" I asked finally.
"Well," he began. "I'm-"
"Collins!" I heard my name being called and quickly turned around. Mark stood in the doorway of the back exit. "Mimi needs a ride home."
"Mimi?" I asked confused. "Who are we talking about?"
Mark chuckled. "The skanky one at the bar that Roger was talking to. Well, Roger offered to give her a 'ride home'," he said, using air quotes,"And he's dropping us off first."
"Ugh," I groaned, thinking about Angel. I didn't want to leave. We had only been talking for a couple minutes, and I wanted it to be longer. "I don't wanna go," I stated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angel grin a little, which made me smile.
"Aren't you the one who didn't want to come here in the first place?" he asked giving me a weird look.
"Well," I said trying to think up an excuse,"That was then, this is now."
"Lets go!" Roger said springing from the doorway, the girls hand in his, almost knocking Mark over in the process.
"Mimi!" Sprung up Angel, randomly.
"Angel!" Mimi called back. Within seconds, the two jumping and hugging and squealing. "What are you doing here?"
"Just came to meet some new people," he said back.
"Oh, I see," Mimi replied with a small smirk, her eyes obviously motioning to me.
Angel's jaw dropped and he patted Mimi on the shoulder. "No, not like that."
"Yeah, sure," she said, her eyes stilling looking at me. Angel just rolled his eyes.
"Let's go," Roger moaned again, pulling on Mimi's hand.
Mimi waved goodbye to Angel and the two walked off. Mark slowly trailed behind, kicking a pebble along the way, staring at the ground. But I just stood there. I didn't want to move. I was just held to that spot.
"So maybe I'll see you at school," I said with hope in my voice.
"Hopefully," he replied saying the words in my head.
"Come on Collins!" I heard Roger scream from farther down the ally.
"I should go," I said sighing.
"Bye," he said smiling, waving his hand at me. I waved back smiling along with him. My feet slowly moved and before I knew it, I was already at the car. But my mind was still back there, with Angel.