This one is not going to be as good cause, you know, the first story was one of the best pieces of work I've ever done! Sorry for the big head there, but anyway. Well, Enjoy!

This is kind of a sequel to "Please Don't Go" which is my first story. waits for applause No applause? Oh well.

This part takes place five years after Collins was shot. The Bohemians are now living within 2 buildings of each other, and are 23-24.

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT (tear, sniffle, sniffle), or anything you recognize, or Kinky Boots. (Couldn't fit it here. It'll be in next chapter) Don't know what that is? Google it! Or preferably, see it!

"Collins, can we PLEASE go out tonight?"

Angel looked up at his philosophy teacher lover with a pout and puppy-dog eyes. He knew it worked every time.

"Tomorrow, I promise." Collins kept his attention at grading papers. He knew Angel would use that too adorable face to get his way, so he kept his eyes down and pecked him on the cheek.

Angel walked away, a touch hurt. Maybe after 5 years together, Collins doesn't see me as that attractive anymore, he thought miserably.

As if on cue, he felt a pair of arms slide around his waist and a loving kiss on his neck. He smiled as he turned and saw Collins' chocolate brown eyes light up. Just like the first time he saw Angel.

"Baby, you know I love you and I love showing you off, because you make EVERYONE jealous and wishing they had you on their arm. But I've got a ton of work to do. Why don't you see if Mimi will take you out tonight?" He suggested, hopefully. He hated seeing his Angel miserable.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Thomas Collins?" he teased. Angel brought his arms up around Collins's neck and pulled him down into a way too persuasive kiss.

How could Collins say no? He deepened the kiss, whispered "Never," and pulled Angel into they're bedroom.

The next morning, Angel detangled himself from Collins, smiling at his easy victory. He then felt a little bit bad about not letting him get his work done, but decided to make Collins his favorite breakfast, buttermilk pancakes. He grabbed his sweatpants and Collins shirt, and frowned into the fridge when he saw no eggs.

I'll see if Mimi and Roger have any eggs, he thought. He walked over to his neighbor's apartment and stole the appropriate amount of eggs. He saw Roger sleeping "in the dog house" or couch as it is also known. He would have to talk to Mimi about it later. He left a note, too. He didn't want to be rude!

"Hey guys,

Needed eggs. Only took 3.

Thanks!

Your sticky-fingered neighbor."

Angel was saddened though when he saw that Collins was already up and grading papers. Luckily he hadn't heard Angel walk in, so he slipped the eggs into his pockets and snuck up behind his lover.

"Boo!"

Collins screamed and Angel almost doubled over with laughter. "Collins, you scream like a girl!" he managed to gasp.

Then Collins took off after his gasping for air boyfriend, dodged two shoddy chairs, and a table that needed a new coat of varnish horribly, and tackled him on the way too small couch, which was actually just a big recliner. But it could fit two people if they sat close, which they didn't mind. He, then, heard a few cracking noises and felt a sticky wetness.

"Angel, what the-?" Collins was beyond confused.

Angel had finally managed to catch his breath, and he, too, felt the eggs crack. He groaned loudly and full of aggravation.

"Angel, baby, are you okay?" he asked carefully and still full of confusion.

"I'm fine. The eggs aren't though."

Collins just continued to stare as Angel waltzed out of the room and into the bedroom for about thirty seconds. He then came out in a new pair of pants, and walked into the kitchen and started hunting for his breakfast.

"Eggs? Angel, what's going on?" he asked as he watched him hunt for food. Collins staggered into the kitchen. He was still a little tired. He wrapped his arms around Angel's shoulders and whispered, with as much sweetness as he could, "please?"

Angel sighed in defeat. He felt all of his petty insecurities rising and, all of the sudden, it all spilled out.

"I was going to make you breakfast, because I made you lose a lot of time you could have been grading papers or drinking with Roger and Mark, or at a protest with Maureen, or helping Joann with her new case. I feel all left out. I just don't feel like I'm the most important like in your world anymore. And I hate saying this because I feel so selfish. I'm sorry." He collapsed into Collins arms with tears spilling over and soaking the front of his pale blue shirt. He felt like he was floating then, and noticed that Collins had picked him up and carried him to they're couch, and pulled him into his lap.

They sat like this for hours, until Angel calmed down. Luckily, Collins didn't have a class today. He just murmured his words of love to Angel.

I can't believe I broke down like that, he thought after he finally stopped crying. He eventually, and gladly, felt unconsciousness wash over him.

Finally, Collins thought as he got up and carried Angel into their bedroom, I really hate to see him like that. He gently set him on the bed. He glanced at the clock. It read 2:00 in the afternoon.

"Well, I guess I'll finish grading my papers."

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Roger woke up and tried to stretch out his cramped body, but decided against it when his knees buckled. He sighed as he got up and walked into the kitchen. He saw a note on the fridge.

""Hey guys,

Needed eggs. Only took 3.

Thanks!

Your sticky-fingered neighbor."

He chuckled softly. Angel would probably talk to Mimi about why he was on the couch. He groaned aloud. Why did I do that?!, he screamed at himself in his head. He heard Mimi stir in their room and she came out into the kitchen. She looked at the paper in Roger's hands inquisitively.

"Angel stole eggs," he said, smiling.

She gave him an icy stare that chilled his bones.

"So," she said, conversationally "why'd you do it?"

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So, I hope you liked my little chapter. Really little, right? Not my best work and I apologize. I just thought that Angel and Collins needed a little, oh what's the right word?, conflict? Does that help?

P.S. if you find any of my references, here's your virtual confetti! Whoo!