A/N: Pointless random A/C oneshot because I've had horrible writers block lately. R&R but more importantly, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Bwahahaha. I own nothing, my friends. Nothing. Not a thing.
"Collins, you promised to take me shopping--"
"In time, Angel baby."
"You didn't let me finish."
Thomas Collins looked up from his newspaper to see a very annoyed Angel Dumott Schunard staring him down.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What were you going to say?" Collins flipped through the newspaper, skimming through the articles like he usually did. He could never seem to have the patience to read a full one, so reading the first few lines at the beginning and the last lines at the end usually told him the whole story. If not, he'd fill in the middle with his own mind and let his imagination do the rest.
"What I was going to say is that you promised to take me shopping three weeks ago. The next week I asked you, you said next week, the week after that when I asked you, you said this week. And now it's this week. I want to go shopping. Now."
Collins sighed and closed the newspaper. "Baby girl, why you always bugging me to spend money? Do you think Mimi bugs Roger about taking her shopping? I doubt it."
Angel rolled her eyes. "Actually, Roger took Mimi window shopping yesterday. He can't buy her anything! You have a job, Collins."
Collins snorted. "What, are we trying to keep up with the Davis'?"
"Nooo, but I need a new outfit." Angel pouted. Usually she hardly ever cared about spending money but she realized that there were only so many times she could wear the same six outfits before somebody started to notice. That somebody was the fashion snob Maureen, but Angel decided to keep silent about the fashion snobs name to Collins.
"Didn't you just get a new outfit?"
Angel rolled her eyes again. "Thomas, that was five months ago."
Collins looked up at his girlfriend who was still towering over him.
"You aren't going to give up, are you?"
A small grin rose on Angel's lips.
"Nope."
With the last sigh he could muster, Collins finally got up and reached into his wallet, carefully shuffling through it and counting the bills.
"I have 50 bucks. Is that enough to buy a sweater?" He joked.
Angel put her arms around Collins, slightly scaring the Anarchist and gave him a huge kiss on his cheek.
"Thomas Collins you are absolutely amazing."
Collins could feel his face go red and his whole body flush.
"Nahhh you are just sayin' that."
"It's true!!" Angel cheered, her mood improving from 0 to10 in six seconds.
Angel grabbed her favourite coat from off their chair that substituted as a coat rack and pulled her boyfriend's arm to help her put on the coat.
"You know," Collins said, pulling the coat up onto his girlfriends slender body, "when all this shopping is done, I think you could put on a little fashion show…if you know what I mean."
Angel's eyes lit up. "Of course! We could invite Roger and Mark and Mimi and--"
"Erm, that's not what I meant."
Angel's eyes widened and she turned to face her boyfriend. "Oh! Oh…ohhhh." Angel nodded her head and pressed her forehead against his. "Sounds good."
Angel initiated a make out session in every change room which truly made Collins wish that they had gone shopping weeks earlier, no matter how much money he had to spend.
Eeek. Random ending. Please R&R. It'll make my day :)