AN: Hello readers! I just want to say Thank You to everyone that reviewed the first chapter and encouraged me to continue this. I'm really sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I've been in India for the last two and a half weeks and I don't have anything planed out so it took me awhile to figure out how I should continue. I'm making this chapter Taylor's POV, recounting what happened in the last chapter. Again, sorry about the wait.

I hadn't seen my step-brother in years. I know that he left home after a fight with our parents. They wouldn't tell me so I had to speculate. A 12 year can have a very vivid imagination. I thought up various scenarios, ranging from him getting a girl pregnant, to drugs, to failing final exams. I never guessed one of the more obvious possibilities. I guess it makes sense that Angel's gay. It accounts for the fact he had all female friends, and never really had a girlfriend, despite his good looks. I remember girls always coming up to me asking me to give Angel their phone numbers.

Two weeks ago a letter came in the mail for mom and dad. It was from Angel! Mom and dad read it. Mom burst into tears and dad got really mad. He ripped the letter up and threw it into the garbage can. I thought it might hold some answers about what happened, so I fished it out and read it. Angel was asking if they could meet and talk about what happened. I sent a reply telling him that I was willing to see him. He sent a letter for me to meet him at a coffee shop in the East Village and there was a picture of him enclosed so I'd know what he'd look like. He looked just as I remembered him. His clean shaven face smiling from ear to ear as her drummed on a pickle tub. His hair was shorter than I remember. It looked like he buzzed it. It suited him. He was wearing a red jacket and faded jeans. I could see in the photo that he still has that leather knapsack I gave him for his 17th birthday.

I told mom that I was going out with some friends and I took off for the coffee shop. I saw him sitting at a table in deep thought. I remember seeing him like that when he used to live at home. I learned early on to never disturb him when he was deep in his thoughts, but this was important. I needed answers.

The conversation started off fairly awkward, but after a bit of small talk I broke down and demanded answers from him. He was shocked that I didn't know. He said the two words I never expected. "I'm gay." It came as a bit of a shock to me. The same Angel who always had girls chasing after him? After I thought about it, it kind of explained a lot. Angel was always the one who co-ordinated my outfits for school and played dress-up with me when I was little and Angel never had a girlfriend that I know of, and we shared everything together. Well, everything except this… If this was what Angel wanted, then I would have to accept that.

"What's his name?"

Angel seemed surprised by this reaction. He eventually opened up about his boyfriend. It really sounds like he's in love. He got this look in his eyes you see in cheesy romance movies when the protagonists are deeply in love. As long has he has Tom, he knows that the rest doesn't' really matter. I wish I could feel that love. Angel, seeing my sadness, invited me to meet Tom and the rest of his new "family" over dinner. I called mom and told her that I was going to stay out late today and that she shouldn't worry about me. She reluctantly agreed, but agreed none the less. I was ecstatic! I was finally going to be able to have my step-brother and best friend back.