I was inspired to write this by one of my best guy friends. He's had a crush on me for the longest time, but I'm not sure if he still does or not. Anyway, I think I'm starting to like him too. So, today was his birthday, and I wrote him a letter. I only implied having a slight crush on him. The thing is, I'm going to a different school next year, so I don't think anything can happen. He read it later in the day, and right before I was leaving school to go home, he caught me and said, "Thanks for that letter. It was amazing."

Collins came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Angel. "What's that smell?" he asked, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Angel giggled, "Apple pie." She slipped on oven mitts and pulled out the hot pastry. Setting it on the counter, she asked, "So how was work?"

"The usual. Teaching spoiled kids about a subject they could care less about," he sighed. "But it's all okay," he looked over at the drag queen, meeting her eyes. "Because at the end of the day, I have you."

Angel smirked, "Sorry honey, but I'm going out tonight."

"Where?" Collins' face fell.

"Oh, Mimi and I are going to Joanne and Maureen's for some redecorating. Apparently all the walls in their new apartment are beige, Maureen can't stand it."

"Fine," Collins said defiantly. "But I'm eating this whole damn pie by myself," he pulled the apple pie towards him.

"Oh honey," Angel walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck lovingly. "And ruin that perfect figure of yours?"

"As long as I have yours, I could care less what happens to mine," he snorted.

XOXOXO

Collins looked over at the clock on his night stand. 11:30 it blinked in red. He sighed.

"Hey honey."

Collins' eyes darted up, following the voice of his love. "Angel?"

She laughed, "Who else would it be?" Then she climbed into his lap, taking the papers he had been grading and setting them gently on the floor.

"Why are you home so early?" Collins asked.

"I wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday," she smiled.

"You remembered?" Collins was slightly shocked. He had only told Angel his birthday once, on the first night they had met.

Angel smiled smugly and pulled out a white envelope from the pink purse she was holding. "Open it," she whispered.

Collins carefully tore the envelope, and pulled out a long sheet of paper. It was a handwritten letter, a full page long. His eyes fell over it, absorbing and savoring every last word. When he reached the end, the anarchist was speechless. "Angel…" he muttered, not being able to say anything else.

The younger boy smiled, and looked deep into the Professor's eyes. Then she looked away, and over to the bedside clock. 12:00. "Happy Birthday, Collins," she said.

Collins took her face in his hands, tenderly kissing her. Her pink lips pressed against his, asking for more. Collins delivered.

"I love you so much, Angel," he almost whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I love you too," she said, snuggling her head into his shoulder, engulfing in his warmth.

"Angel, you're ice cold," he said, feeling her hands.

She nodded, "Warm me up."

He smiled, "You're amazing."

pretty please review, I'll love you as much as Collins loves Angel.