A/N: Okay so this is my first ever Angel/Collins OneShot. Lot's of fluff and pretty cheesy, I hope it's okay because…well, I don't want my fics to suck. Cause that would suck for me. And then everybody would hate my fics and that would suck. So anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Angel Dumott Schunard loved muffins.
She never really came out and said that she loved them, but she did.
She liked all kinds. Chocolate chip, blueberry, oatmeal, orange, pumpkin, raspberry, but chocolate chip had to be her favourite.
She would set aside one day a month to bake muffins. Sometimes if they didn't turn out right, she would go to the store and buy a bunch, put them in a muffin-cooking pan, put them in the oven (without heat), wait a few minutes, take them out, and then pretend that she made them.
She knew she was lying to herself, Collins, and basically anybody who ate them, but she had the satisfaction of thinking she made them.
But today, Angel was going to make muffins. Her own muffins.
Maybe some cookies too.
She had decided to use a recipe Mimi had given her. It looked simple, and she had most of the ingredients already.
"So I pour this and measure this." She mumbled to herself, sticking out her tongue slightly while she did it.
Her dear professor was at work, so Angel had their whole apartment to herself.
Slowly she mixed the batter together perfectly. "Now why was this so hard before?" She asked the empty apartment, smiling.
She slowly pour the batter into the muffin-holder-thingies (as she called them), and set them into the oven to be baked.
Angel was going to stand and watch her accomplishment rise, but after ten minutes of watching batter sizzle, she decided that it would be just too boring to watch, so she opted for watching her favourite Spanish soap opera instead.
"Angel?" Collins entered their apartment with a twinge of worry. He could smell something burning from the street below.
"Angel? You here?" The teacher glanced around their apartment, finally noticing that Angel had fallen asleep with the TV on, while a random Spanish woman was slapping some man across the face.
He smiled and sat down beside her, gently stroking her hair. Angel's eyes snapped wide and sat up straight, her eyes blurred by sleep.
"Collins?" She yawned, gently snuggling her head against his shoulder.
He gently kissed her forehead, and then realized why he was so concerned before.
"Baby, something is burning in here."
"Not till tonight, I have a headache." Angel smiled, pressing her head closer to his shoulder.
"No no, literally, something is burning; it's coming from the oven!"
Angel's eyes snapped open again, fixed her skirt and walked quickly over to their kitchen.
"My muffins!" She fanned away the smoke from the oven door and slipped on an oven mit, taking out her now ruined muffins.
"I worked so hard." She pouted, dumping them into the garbage pail near by.
"Aww baby." Collins gently slipped his hands around her waist, holding her.
"But….I wanted to surprise you."
"Well you certainly did; besides, we can just buy some from the store. They taste exactly the same as the ones you make."
Angel's eyes opened wide. "I suppose so."
Kissing the back of her neck, Collins gently whispered how beautiful she looked.
"You know, my headache is gone now."
"I thought so." Collins chuckled, gently picking her up and carried her to their room.
I told you it was pointless.Please R&R : - )