Disclaimer: Norhing Rent is mine. . . .nor is Moulin Rouge for your information.
AN: Unless you've seen Moulin Rouge, you might not want to read this. . .it kinda spoils the ending.
Angel and Collins were sitting on the couch of their apartment, watching Moulin Rouge. Angel had always been a big fan of musicals and tear jerkers and wasn't afraid to admit it. She thought it was so sweet that Collins would watch those kinds of movies with her even though he certainly didn't have to.
"Oh. . .my. . .God!" Angel said when the movie ended. "That was so sad." she was, of course, in tears by now.
"Yeah, it was sad." Collins agreed.
"Oh my god! What if that was us?" Angel asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, you, my love, are not a French whore named Satine, and I am most definately not a young writer named Christian who is obsessed with love." Collins said.
"No, I mean, the ending. . .one of us dying in the other's arms. . .I mean, it's possible, with AIDS and all." Angel said.
"I really wish you wouldn't talk like that, baby. Aren't you the one who always says 'live life to it's fullest until the end'?"
"Yeah, but depressing movies like this make me remember how close to reality they can really be." Angel said sniffling, wiping the tears away from her eyes.
"Oh, come 'ere," Collins said pulling his Angel into a hug. "You're my little musical-obsessed drag queen, you know that?" he asked rhetorically.
"Of course, and I'm happy to be yours." Angel answered.
"And I'm happy that you're mine." Collins said pulling Angel into a kiss.