NO DAY BUT TODAY

Chapter 1: On My Own

Summary: "Angel? Are you scared for your future?" "No baby." "Why not?" "Cause there's no day but today."

Summary For This Chapter: Angel gets kicked out and has no where to go.

So there I was sitting with my boyfriend, Ricky, eating ice cream, not a care in the world. And then I had to open my big fat mouth.

"I'm going to tell my parents today." He stared.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to lie to them for one. And for another thing is that I love you. I want to be with you. I hate creeping around like this. It's annoying," I answered.

"But if they say no…"

"So what? I'll buy an apartment," I said.

"You don't have any money!"

"SO? I'll dance and play my drums. Do you know how much street and club performers make? Tons! I'll have enough in no time!" I said.

"Where will you stay until then?" he pointed out. That put a damper on things…unless…

"I could stay with you," I said. He stared again. Jeez, I know he's relationship phobic, but does he have to be so obvious about it? "Oh come on! It's not a bad idea. You're parents already know about us!"

"I don't know…"

"You know what? We don't have to talk about this right now. I'm going to go tell my parents." With that said, I walked off.

"I can't believe this. My own son! How is this possible?!" my father yelled. I sighed. I knew they'd react like this.

"It's simple really Dad. I don't like girls. At all. Me likey the fellas though," I told him bluntly. He just stared.

"Are you sure you're a…gay?" my madre asked. I nodded.

"Obviously," I said, gesturing to my make-up and jewelry. I decided against the wig and tights for the coming out to my parents. I figured they would take it worse.

"It's outrageous!" my father said, finally snapping out of his shock. "I won't allow it in my house. It's unacceptable." Now it was my turn to stare in shock. Did he really just give me an ultimatum? Me, his little Angel? Me who tried out for football to make him feel better about me being in ballet as well?

"Juan!" my mother yelled.

"I won't allow it. It's unnatural!" my father yelled back.

"Papi! You'd just kick me out? Just like that?" I asked. I felt the warm hot tears build up in my eyes, but blinked the back.

"I won't if you repent. Go to the pastor, say you didn't mean it, confess. Then you can come back home," my father said. Rage replaced my sadness.

"GO TO A PASTOR!? Dad, you didn't go to church with mommy and me once! Not once! You've done worse things than me! You drink, you do drugs, and I know you've cheated on mom on more than one occasion!" I yelled at him. My mom hiccupped. She didn't like to be reminded of that. "You telling me to go to a pastor is being a hypocrite! And you know what? I don't think I want to live in a house full of hypocrites!" I yelled. "I'm out of here! Bye bye ramera!" I yelled, walking out the door.

I couldn't believe I just did that. I had wiped my hands of them.

I was on my own now.

I was a self-sufficient woman...or man...or...whatever the hell I am...wait, I'm wearing high tops, I'm a girl today!

I was a self-sufficient woman and I could do this.

I had no clue what I was doing. I had gotten my clothes back and was standing on my boyfriend's doorstep, trying to work up the courage to ring the bell. I didn't have to think, because he opened it…with some other guy in tow.

"Hey Ricky," I said, trying to play cool. It's a cousin, it's a cousin.

"Who's this?" the other guy said.

"Um…"

"Is this Angel?"

"Um…"

"Ricky, who is this?" I finally asked.

"I think the question is 'Who are you?' I'm his boyfriend!" the other guy said. I looked at Ricky. He looked at the ground.

"Something pretty on the ground? Huh? Or are you ashamed of me?" I asked. Ricky didn't say anything. "Bitch," I said to him. I grabbed my suitcases and walked away. I stopped.

"Did you know about me?" I asked the other guy. He nodded. "Slut." I kept walking. The other guy followed me. I walked a bit faster, but he was still following me. Come on dude! We're on the streets of New York City! How the hell can you still manage to follow me? It's not like I insulted your mother, I just called you a slut!

In my haste, I bumped into a tiny Hispanic girl.

"Querido arrepentido," I said (sorry darling).

"'Salright," she mumbled.

"Hey! Who you calling a slut, dressed like that? At least we know that we're men and can admit to our feelings! You want to be straight so bad that you're willing to become a useless girl!" he called. He did not just say that!!! He looked familiar…

Oh. My. Goodness.

That was our pastor's son. He was straight…wait, didn't he say he wanted to rid the world of homosexuals…what was his plan?…oh right! Find out who they were and kick them out! He was masquerading as a homosexual. So it would bother him if I insulted his failure in getting any girls…

"I can't believe he said that!" the tiny girl said next to me. "Someone should teach him a lesson!" I looked at her. It didn't seem like she wanted to teach him any lessons. But I was willing. I walked up to him, got straight up in his space.

"Baby? I'm more of a man than you'll ever be and I'm more of a woman than you'll ever get," I said. I heard the little girl gasp behind me. His eyes widened. I smiled and walked away. I heard footsteps behind me.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" I turned around to see the little girl.

"It was nothing," I said.

"I'd never be able to do that!" she exclaimed.

"I do what I have to do."

"That was amazing! That was…what's with the bags?" she asked, pointing to my bags.

"My family kicked me out," I said. I saw no reason to lie to her.

"Oh…do you have anywhere to say?" she asked.

"So far? No."

"Well…I would offer for you to stay with me, but this is New York. You could be a rapist for all I know…" she mused aloud. I giggled. "But I know this guy who bought a bunch of apartments and rents them out for a few nights. Like a hotel, only cheaper. Do you have any money?" she asked me.

"No. But I can play the drums really well. Do you think I can make that much on time?" I asked.

"It's only a hundred bucks a night. We should be able to make that in time for tonight," she said.

"We?"

"Well, you're going to need a singer and dancer to accompany your beat right?" she asked, smiling. I smiled.

"I'm Angel."

"They call me Mimi."

So, first chapter. What do ya'll think? I'll continue if you want me to, only if you want me to. So...press the little...what color is it...green button right there. Go ahead!