Author's Notes: Yes, ladies and gents I'm startin' another one! This idea has been eating at me for a while and it just COULDN'T let me live another day without at least beginning it.
I OWN NOTHING (but this story).
Please read, review and enjoy!
One
Angel could hear the phone from the living room. Who the fuck would call so fucking early in the morning? Collins had his grip tight on Angel, and she often wondered if he thought she'd disappear if he didn't hold her as tight. He was fast asleep, his head buried in between his pillow and her bare back. As she began to move, her boyfriend held her tighter mumbling her name. She smiled at him; he was so sweet when he slept.
"Tom." She said shaking him so he'd let go of her.
After a few seconds of a non responsive professor Angel shook him again.
"Let me go for a minute Tom." She said with a little more frustration. The damn phone was still ringing. "Tom!"
"WHAT!" He shouted loosening his grip on her. She giggled at him as she pulled on some of his old sweats. "The phone lover."
"Oh, go get it Ang." He mumbled as he fell back into bed kicking the covers off of him.
Rolling her eyes she walked on the side of the bed, the light coming from the street light giving a full glimpse of Collins' manhood. "Thomas Collins. Put that sheet back on before you start something you'll be too tired to finish."
The professor smiled as his eyes were still closed. "Come on then babe."
Laughing, Angel walked into the kitchen turning the light on so she could see. "Hello?"
"Oh God." Said the person on the other line.
"Mark? Are you alright? It's 3 in the morn-"
"Angel, let me talk to Collins."
Well Mark was being rude today. "He's sleeping sweetie, what is it?"
"God dammit Angel! Just put Tom on the phone!"
Angel brought her ear from the receiver at Mark's tone. "I'll go get him. I hope you're okay."
Collins woke with a start, a view of Angel's extremely worried face was all that he needed to get him up. "What's the matter Ang?"
"Something is wrong with Mark, and he won't tell me!"
Collins sat himself up in the bed, swinging his legs off the bed. "I'm sure Roger and Mimi are just fucking and he wants to come over here."
"Aren't you going to put some pants on honey? Not that I'm complaining."
"Nope." Collins said simply, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the phone. "Mark, you know that you're more than welcome to come over-"
"Collins something has happened."
Collins leaned over on the table sensing the tone of Mark's voice. "What is it?"
"It's Mimi. She's…she's…"
Angel stood behind Collins rubbing his shoulders. "She's what Mark?" Collins asked.
"She's gone! Mimi…we fucking found her on her bed…she…oh God…" Mark's sobs filled Collins' ears.
"What the hell do you mean she's gone! Where the hell is she!" Collins knew what Mark was saying but didn't want to admit that it was true.
Angel heard that. "Who are you guys talking about?" Collins held his hand up to shush her.
"She's dead! She's fucking dead! I can't find Roger! We don't know what to do with her! The fucking needle was still in her arm! Oh my fucking God…"
Collins nearly dropped the phone, turning to Angel. "Go get dressed Ang."
"Why?" Angel asked her face contorted in confusion.
"Please Angel just go!"
In a bit of a huff Angel turned to go back into the bedroom.
"We'll be there in a few Mark I promise."
"I don't know…I can't fucking believe this…"
After hanging up with Mark, Collins walked into the bedroom pulling some shorts on and rubbed his face. He looked over to Angel who was pulling on a pair of jeans. "Ang, come sit down."
"First you want me to go get dressed, now you want me to sit down! Which is it Tom?"
"Please Angel, just sit down." He said a little more sternly. She walked over to the bed sitting next to him as he got down on his knees looking into her eyes. "I have something to tell you Angel."
