"Now, Collins, I have to warn you…"
Angel and Collins stood outside a large, black door. They were at the very top of the apartment house near the church and three blocks away from Stephan's dance studio. Before them lie the door that led into the top apartment in this apartment building.
In their hands, they carried many bags filled with, well basically, their belongings. Honestly, you have to guess that this isn't a lot, since they can carry it all.
Nonetheless, it was still a heavy load, and Collins was glad they had finally reached their destination.
The apartment belonging to Angel's friends.
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Collins knew not what lay behind this large black door. It may lead into an apartment that would change his very existence.
Angel knew what lay behind this large black door. Hence the warning to Collins.
"My friends are a little different from yours Collins…"
"How different can they be?"
Collins was not worried. He could handle himself. He was Thomas Collins!
Angel smiled at his naïve boyfriend, and dropped the bags in his left hand long enough to pat the older man on the head. "They've got…different ways of dealing with things than your friends…"
"I'm still not convinced."
"Their tempers can be cut a little shorter."
"Nobody's temper can be cut shorter than Maureens."
Angel turned and met Collins' gaze. "You wanna bet?"
And with that, he rang the doorbell.