Walking through the cold street with snowflakes falling all around me I smile as I think of Angel and the apartment. I can't wait to get home for several reason the first is, of course, my love Angel the second is that it's really cold outside. I still can't believe that I found him, and that I have what so many people spend so long looking for, I tun onto my block still thinking about him and wondering what he's wearing today, I didn't get to see because I had an early meeting. I smile as I think about how beautiful he is, just lying there and sleeping peacefully looking perfect, as always. He's been so excited lately about this show, a beauty pageant I guess. Mimi found out about it and he entered, it's all drag queens, all I know is that he's ecstatic about being in it and at some point I have to make an appearance and walk him down a catwalk. I'll be there watching anyway but as far as I know that's the only time I ever have to participate. Shaking my head I look up at the cloudy gray sky, we've been having weather like this for the past week but at least Angel will cheer me up when I get home, he always does.
I go into the building, rubbings my hands again to try and make them warm and I walk up the stairs to our little apartment, it's small–only a tiny bedroom and a living area attached to a counter with a sink, stove and microwave that's our kitchen. I actually like it, we don't really need a lot of space—except for Angel's huge wardrobe which we somehow managed to squeeze into the closet and half of the dresser which I don't mind sharing. That's pretty much all we could get into that room, a bed (which we make very good use of I might add) and a dresser. Getting to the top of the stairs I reach for my keys wondering where they are. Slightly annoyed I put down the binders containing lesson plans, papers to be marked and other assignments that I have to mark tonight so I can be free for this show on the weekend. After a minute of going through my pockets I finally find my keys and open the door to find Angel cooking.
"Hey you," I say while walking over to him. He's wearing a new outfit: a blue skirt, a blue and green shirt with heels and a dark brown wig. I place my binders down on the table and then put my arms around him. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you," I remark before giving him a long and passionate kiss. Angel has got to be one of the most beautiful people in the world with his completely unblemished mocha skin, dark brown eyes, and a great body. I'm still not entirely sure what made him choose me but I'm so glad that he did. "So what have you been doing all day?" I ask genuinely interested.
I smile comes over his already happy face as he stands there in my arms. "Mimi came over for a while to help me get ready for the pageant tomorrow, we picked out what I'm going to wear and everything. I'm so excited!" He exclaims and I laugh out of happiness and because he looks SO adorable at the moment. Without missing a beat he continues talking—which he spends a lot of the time doing—and goes on. "But I do need your help with one thing, I'm still not sure which song to do for the talent portion of the pageant. You know the two I was thinking of? My favourites that I made up and spent all last month working on? I can't decide between the two but I was thinking of the faster one." Standing there beaming up at me I know he truly is an angel and I kiss him again.
"I think the faster one might impress judges more because it looks more complicated, I can never figure out how you can do that—it's amazing," I answer, then smelling something I look over his shoulder and realize he had been cooking. "What we you making?"
He looks at the kitchen behind him and sweetly answers, "Dinner, and it's a surprise so sit down." I move my binders so that they're not where we're eating and do as I'm told. He bends down to get a pan out of the oven and then places two steaming plates on the table. How he manages to actually make such wonderful meals with the little money we have is beyond me but I'm glad he can. I look down at the vegetables on pasta he made as he joins me and I take a little bite, noticing that it's hot. Angel laughs at my expression and takes a small bite himself. Having finally swallowed it despite its temperature I take a sip of water and beam at him. "This is really good, thanks sweetie."
"Your welcome, but did it hurt your mouth? I know it's a little bit hot…" He says, his voice trailing off and sounding concerned. 'A little bit hot?" I think, wondering what his idea of really hot is, but he's always liked his food steaming so I shouldn't have been surprised.
"It's great, just hotter than I expected," I comment and Angel jumps up.
"Whoa are you okay?" I ask, wondering what the hell is going on, as he's not usually prone to jumping up excitedly in the middle of meals even when he's hyper.
"Yes yes everything's great!" He says smiling while almost jumping up and down. "I just remembered that I got a letter from the pageant people today and I didn't open it because I wanted someone to be excited with when I open it so I still have it! One minute I'll be right back!" He runs into the bedroom and I smile at how much energy he has, and the fact that he really is cute when hyper. He bounces back into the room holding a letter and sits down in my lap. I wrap my arms around his waist as he grabs my fork and starts to open the letter. He rips it out of the envelope and unfolds it while grinning at me. "So what do you think this is?" He asks holding the letter and looking at it.
"I have no idea," I say truthfully not being able to imagine what it is. Granted I couldn't imagine what people did to get ready for a beauty pageant so me not knowing this isn't surprising. He slowly unfolds the letter but holds it at an angle that I can't see what's written. I look to him expectantly while his eyes skim over the text and a smile begins to form on his face. He gets to the end of the end of the letter and steals a glance at me. "What?" I ask, wondering why he's looking at me like that. With that said he bursts into a fit if hysterical laughter.