I know, another story about rings. Rings rule. But this story's not all fluffy and drama like the other one! This story is funny and its about Collins being obsessed with Hannah Montana… I know the show didn't happen yet but let's just pretend miley and Hannah were brought to live many years b4, ok? And also Angel is a HE! Ok? Please don't review saying 'you're supposed to call angel a she' because I'm calling him a he. Thank u hope u likie!

"YOU GET THE BEEEEESSSTT OF BOOOOTTHHH WOOOORRRLLLDDDS!" Collins was singing at the top of his lungs, spastically jumping around in front of the little TV set in the loft. Angel, sitting nearby, was trying to put together a new skirt like the one the girl was wearing on TV- pink with the little stars hanging off it- but not getting very far with the dying cat screaming next to him. "Honey, what are you doing?" he finally decided to ask, maybe now he'd get somewhere with his skirt. "I'm watching my favorite show." Collins replied proudly. "Hannah Montana!"

"Hm." Angel said quietly, glad Collins had shut up so he could get back to his skirt.

"LIIIIIIIFES WHAT U MAAAAAKKKKEEE ITTTTT SO LETSSS MAKE IT ROOOOCCCKKKK!!!!!"

Ah, what's the point? Angel thought, putting his needle down and taking a seat next to Collins in front of the TV. Angel'd never seen this show before, and didn't know do much about it other than about all the words to the songs from Collins bursting out into singing in his dead-cat falsetto voice every 10 seconds. The show looked kinda interesting though.

"Oh, no she didn't!"

"Huh?"
"That wig is a fashion crime! I mean with that belt? What kind of a look was that child going for anyway? She should have chosen a wig more natural, like her hair color, because I can totally tell it's not working for her! And if she had to wear the wig it should go with brighter colors- the girl's a spring, not a fall-."

"Sh sh sh!! The wig is to hide her secret identity!"

"What?" now he figured he should just shut up and watch. The show started with the girl in the tick-tacky wig up on stage, singing one of Collins favorites- "LIFE'S WHHHAATTT YOOOOUU MAAAAKKKEEE IIIIITTTT!!!!!!!" Angel pressed his face into his hands, thinking maybe he should go downstairs to put the skirt together. Collins finished, a little bit after the child who angel'd caught on was 'Hannah Montana' making the first bit of Hannah's line a bit hard to here "-totally I could sing all night if you guys wanted me to!!" and some more music played, and Angel was scared Collins would start singing. (Thank god he didn't!) For some reason a little boy spreading butter to toast sang. "You want some toast? I bet cha do!" and then this country guy starting singing, who angel recognized but couldn't quite put out the name- "Please add some jam and buuutter too!" and the boy sang again, they appeared to be going back and forth. "Were outta grape- so sad! It's all your fault u bad dad!"

"Son- ya got nerve!" the audience and Collins laughed, but angel didn't get it. "What does-"

"SHUSH!"

A brunette girl came down the stairs, and the dad started making a big fuss over her. "Hey!" Angel cried, suddenly getting something. "That girl looks like the popstar-."

"She IS the popstar!" Collins replied just to shut his boyfriend up. "Huh?"

"I told you! Secret identity!" now angel got it! "Ooohhh so she's like bat-man? She wants to be a normal kid but's a superstar so she leads a double life- ahhh I get it."

So they watched the rest of the show in peaceful silence. It was a pretty cool episode, the girl who pretends to be Hannah lost her voice so she couldn't sing for a while then she had to get surgery and was scared it would go wrong and she could never be Hannah Montana again, but then she had a dream were her dead mother came back to life and fixed her voice and they all lived happily after ever. Angel actually found himself enjoying it a lot!

"Soooo wat'cha thiiinnnkk?" Collins prodded excitedly. "I like that child's voice. What's the dolls name? Smiley…"

"Miley Cyrus!" the TV boomed. "Yes, that's it!"

"SHH! They're talking about a concert!" Angel frowned, but shut up again. "-As Hannah Montana live in concert at Madison square garden! This Saturday! Call the number below for ticket information!" before anything even came from Collins's mouth, Angel knew to cover his ears-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Collins jumped up, screaming at the top of his lungs and running in circles around the loft.

"What the fuck man!?" Roger cried angrily, poking his little blonde head out of his bedroom door. "Could you shut the hell up! Me and Mimi are busy in here!"

"Eewww…"

"Awww!"

"Erg, I didn't mean it like that! Ugh…" Roger stammered, trying to remember what he was so mad about. Oh, right. "Collins, dear I know that on eventfully times like this you cannot control your little gay out bursts, and I told you I'd be happy to buy you that muzzle you've been wanting with Mark's pay-check (he got a new job yay him) but please, gimme fifteen minutes! FIFTEEN MINUTES!" And the little blonde head returned behind the door with a SLAM. Collins shrugged and went out side for a little bit more scream time. But unfortunately he locked himself out and the dogs were barking at his noisiness so angel threw down the key. And all the way down the stairs… "Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go can we huh huh huh????" Angel rolled his eyes with a shrug. "Alright darling, ill pay. Only if you promise! -." Collins listened intently for his promise. "To let me finish my skirt."

"YES!"

And Hannah Montana was on!

Please be gentle with reviewing! Peace!