A/N: Dija miss me? I know; it was lonely without your favorite lunatic, wasn't it? :D Here's the next one. Working on the Carnations Series, don't worry; I haven't forgotten! Love you guys!
Song of the week: This Ain't a Scene, it's an Arm's Race – Fall Out Boy. *loves it and them*
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. That's Jonathon Larson's (RIP) gig.
Chapter 1: Back to School Blues
Thirteen days later and Collins was being dragged around by his mother and sister, shopping for school supplies. He wondered, vaguely, why Jessica needed mechanical pencils when regular number two's worked just fine. But he would probably never be able to understand the female brain, even if said brain was only seven years old. All he needed were a few notebooks, folders, and a binder for science and he was set. Suzan agreed to unleash him to the store, and around he wandered, until stumbling upon the men's clothing department.
He was lazily searching through a clearance rack of tee-shirts (They were two for eight bucks and he could use some new shirts for the coming school year) when a head popped up on the other side of the rack and he glanced up, noticing the movement out of his peripheral vision. He did a double take and blinked three times rapidly, making sure he wasn't imagining what was in front of him.
Standing before him had to be the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He had dark caramel-colored skin and full, red lips. His head was shaped in a strange way, but endearingly so, and he had the clearest, most beautiful eyes. Collins let go of the shirt he was holding and accidentally dropped it on the floor, forgetting that it wasn't on the hook. He bent down to pick it up, when someone brushed past him and set him off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Mister Mystery Boy looked up and, seeing no one at eye level, glanced down. A grin formed on his face, and it was obvious he was trying – and failing – to hold back giggles. "Oh, honey, are you okay?" He knelt down next to him, offering a hand. "C'mon. Up ya go."
Collins grumbled low in his throat (He didn't appreciate being laughed at, even by this pretty boy) and got up with the boy's help.
"Thanks," he mumbled, smiling a grudging smile. The boy grinned, and Collins' smile got a bit more heartfelt in response.
They smiled at each other for a few seconds, before, at the same time, they blurted their names.
"Friends call me Collins, Tom Collins."
"I'm Angel."
Their eyes widened at the same time, crying the other's name in return.
"Angel?!"
"Collins?!"
"What the Hell…?"
"I didn't recognize you! Oh, no…"
Collins stared unbelievingly at Angel. He had meant him at the record store two Saturdays ago – but at the time, he had been heavily under the impression that Angel was a girl. As, at that time, he happened to have been in a skirt and was Collins realized must have been a wig. "Is…is that really you, girl?"
Angel stuttered, struggling to come up with an answer. "I…Collins…Look, it's complicated, and I can't really explain it to you in the middle of Wal-Mart, and…"
Collins held up a hand, shaking his head. "Angel, Angel, calm down. This is just…a shock. A really big shock…Uhm…"
Angel nodded, smiling slightly. "You're not freaked or anything?"
Collins shook his head. "No. To tell you the truth, there are much worse things that I can find out about you. So you're a…?"
"Drag queen?" Angel supplied, turning back to the shirts and glancing at them boredly – They weren't flashy enough for him, but he needed to expand his male-centered wardrobe for the coming school year. "Yes, dear, I am." He removed an orange one from the rack and held it against his arm, shaking his head when he didn't like the contrast between the shirt and his skin tone.
Collins nodded dumbly, unable to think of anything else to do. "Uh-huh…"
"You're sure you don't have a problem with it?" Angel asked, biting his lip, glanced at his from the corner of his eye as he pretended to occupy himself with a navy blue one. It wouldn't be the first time someone he'd trusted with his secret turned on him.
Collins shook his head frantically. "No! No! It's…it's not that, it's just…"
"You've never heard of a teenaged drag queen?" Angel suggested, placing the blue one in the hand basket he carried. "Never met a drag queen? What?"
"That," Collins grinned. "And the fact that I can't believe you look as cute as a boy as a girl."
Angel blushed, fiddling with the navy shirt. "Th-Thank you."
Collins blushed in return, dragging the toe of his shoe across the floor. "You're welcome."
"You're cute when you blush," Angel murmured, eyes shining from below his eyelashes. He placed a lime green shirt in the basket.
"Ditto," Collins replied.
"Angel! Angel, sweetheart, where were you?!"
An unfamiliar woman came into view, wheeling a cart, with Mimi in toe. Collins waved at the familiar Latina, who grinned and waved excitedly. "Collins! Hi, how are you, huh?"
"Great!" Collins replied energetically. "I'm just running into everyone today!"
Mimi giggled. "Well, the only reason I'm here is because Angel's here. This is his mom; they offered to let me go back-to-school shopping with them." She hopped over to Angel and swung an arm around his neck, quite literally hanging off him. "Same reason you're here, I'm guessing?"
Collins nodded. "'Tis the season."
Mimi nodded, glancing over at Angel. "I'm glad to see that you're taking the whole situation so well, actually." She murmured to Collins, gesturing to Angel's male-oriented outfit. "There are a lot of people who haven't…"
Collins grinned, shrugging. "It's all good with me."
Angel grinned from where he was now standing next to his mother, having managed to achieve the impossible and pry Mimi from his body. The Hispanic woman was tall, and Collins could see much of her in Angel, which, if he remembered correctly, was only amplified when the boy was in drag. She held out her hand. "Marcella Schunard. And you are…?"
"Thomas," he replied, taking her hand and shaking. "Friends call me by my last name though; Collins. I'm…I guess I'm a friend of your son's."
Marcella nodded, smiling. "Good to meet you, Collins." She turned back to Angel and Mimi. "You two got everything you're gonna need?"
Angel held up his carrying basket which was full of all the back-to-school stuff he would need, and Mimi pointed to the cart Marcella was pushing for her evidence. Marcella gazed at all the supplies and nodded, satisfied. "Good. We should get going, kids. It was nice to meet you Collins. Don't be a stranger; our house is always open to visitors."
Collins nodded, realizing she must have thought he'd been a long-time friend of her son that she had just never met. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Schunard. I'll see you guys around, okay?"
Mimi nodded, hugging him a bit. He watched her go, and he wondered when he'd become a good enough friend to warrant a hug.
"Mimi makes friends easily," Angel murmured, smiling tentatively at him. Collins furrowed his brows; the boy hadn't been this shy when he'd met him at the record store. In fact, he'd seemed quite excitable and energetic. Collins didn't understand this sudden change, and didn't know if he liked it, either.
"What's wrong?" Collins asked. "You seem…nervous? Do I make you uncomfortable?"
Angel nodded. "Yeah." Collins looked wounded and he hastened to explain. "Not like that! It's not in a bad way…it's just…I guess I want to impress you…? I dunno…"
Collins grinned, and decided to just take a leap off of the cloud that was his comfort zone; that fluffy bitch was getting annoying anyway. "Would you mind going on a date with me? Say…I dunno…next Friday?"
Angel looked up, grinning and nodding enthusiastically, and Collins saw a glimpse of that confident young woman whom he'd met in the record store more than a week ago. "I'd…I'd love to, Collins. What time?"
Collins shrugged. "How about six thirty seven-ish?"
Angel grinned beautifully again, and Collins felt his heart begin to slowly melt. "Sounds perfect. I'll see you Friday, okay?"
Collins nodded. "Or before that. School starts tomorrow."
Angel groaned. "Don't remind me!"
Collins chuckled. "As long as you don't remind me, girl."
"Deal," Angel replied, giggling with appreciation at the noun he'd chosen.
"Angel! Come on, sweetheart, we need to get going!" came Marcella's voice from the check-out line. Angel turned back towards Collins, and quickly hugged him before running over to join his mother and best friend, immediately whispering in her ear. Collins spent a few more minutes staring blankly at the tee-shirts before just picking two at random and draping them over his arm. He wandered back towards the school supplies and found Jessica trying to decide between two notebooks, frowning.
"Tommy, I need your opinion," she said, turning towards him the second she realized he'd reentered her general radar vicinity. "The purple one or the puppy dog one?" She held them both up.
"I'd say the puppies one," Collins replied, wondering why she even needed his opinion; the girl had always loved dogs, and they were her favorite kind; Golden Retrievers.
"But this one's fuzzyyyyy…" Jessica mumbled. Collins reached out, and indeed, he made contact with a hard-covered fuzzy notebook. He shrugged. "Get 'em both, if you like them enough."
"I don't have enough," Jessica sighed, referring to the money their mother had handed out to them upon entering the store. Her budget consisted of only twenty dollars; after all, how much could a second grader possibly need?
"Here," Collins said, pulling out a five and giving it to his sister. "That enough?"
Jessica nodded frantically. "Thanks, Tommy!"
"Don't tell Mom, okay, Jess?" he begged. She nodded, running off to go find said woman.
"Tom?"
Collins groaned, rolling over and glaring at his mother, whom had her head poked in the door. She smiled pityingly and told him, "School, baby. Come on, wake up."
He groaned again, pulling the covers over his head. Suzan raised her voice, as though the blankets were too thick for him to hear her at her normal speaking volume. "I've gotta go into work early, baby. Grams is in the kitchen making Jess some oatmeal, get dressed and go down there. I'll see you tonight."
Collins sighed, getting up and hugging his mother goodbye. She playfully frowned at him, scolding him for growing so much (At six-two, he towered over her) then ruffled his hair affectionately and kissed his forehead. She then hurried down the stairs, buttoning her coat on the way and exited the house. He walked back into his room, pulling out his outfit for the day and walking into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later and he was bathed. He arrived downstairs, to see Jessica already dressed, sitting in a stool at the kitchen counter and shoveling oatmeal into her mouth while scribbling in her new fuzzy notebook. He sat next to her and Grams placed a hot bowl of Apples 'N Cinnamon oatmeal in front of him, ruffling his hair. He batted her hands away, mumbling, "Geez…what's everyone's fascination with my hair today…?" before pulling his knit cap over it.
"Child, when was the last time you washed that thing?" Grams asked, frowning. "You wear it every day."
He shrugged.
"Wash it," she commanded, before going into the living room and turning on PBS morning programming which Jessica and Collins watched from the kitchen. The only sounds for a few moments were those of Dragon Tales, the clicking of Gram's knitting needles, and the quiet sounds of early morning from the open kitchen window.
"I've gotta go," Collins said, standing up and taking his bowl to the sink. "I need to catch the bus. I'll see you guys after school. Have a good first day, kiddo."
Jessica nodded. She was now drawing a cartoon that resembled Mickey Mouse in her notebook.
The sun was glowing in the far east as he set out and walked the three blocks to the bus stop. Soon enough, Roger met him and Mark wasn't far behind him. They waved at Collins and sat next to him on the curb, staring sleepily ahead of them. None of them were used to waking up at this hour after a summer of going to bed at two in the morning and sleeping in till noon.
Mimi joined a few moments after Mark arrived and they all greeted her with tired waves, or in Roger's case, half a wave before yawning and covering his mouth with the hand he was using to wave. Mimi didn't think anything of it, though, just leaned against the bus stop sign and appearing to try and fall back to sleep standing up.
A perky voice chirped, "Morning, everyone." And they all jumped, not expecting the voice after so long a silence. The boys all looked up and Collins yawned, "Oh, hey Angel." While Roger mumbled, "I know you?" And Mark replied, "What's up?"
"Hi, yes, and nothing much," Angel replied to the responses in order, giggling into his hand and coming forward to accept a sleepy one-armed hug from Mimi.
"Angel?" Roger asked, frowning. "You're a guy?"
Angel accredited his bluntness to tiredness and nodded replying just as bluntly for the exhaustion-dazed teen, "Yeah, Roger. I'm a drag queen."
"Oh," Roger replied, shrugging, "good for you. Explains a lot."
"I'm friends with the best people," Angel sighed semi-sarcastically, but he beamed inside, glad to avoid a problem.
The next to arrive were Joanne Jefferson and Maureen Johnson. Both were girls whom lived across the street from Mark in the better part of the neighborhood. One, the brunette and energetic Maureen, was Mark's girlfriend of two months and had been his best friend before they'd started dating. She was tall; a bit above average for a female of her age. Both her shirt and pants were tight and just on the right side of decent but no one really cared anymore, knowing there was no arguing with her about her wardrobe. As they walked up, she flashed a huge smile. That was another thing about Maureen; she had the biggest mouth of the group, both figuratively and physically. It helped with her singing and acting career.
Joanne was a mutual friend of Mark and Maureen and a basic outlier of the group. She was friendly enough with them but wasn't especially close with anyone except maybe Maureen and Collins. She was a bit shorter, with kinky honey-brown hair and a mocha skin tone. Her face was slightly sever, and she worried too much but she wasn't unpleasant to be around. Her attire consisted of a pair of what Maureen liked to call 'mom jeans' and a tucked in pink polo shirt. She was really the only one in their group – hell, the whole grade – that followed the dress code closely.
As they arrived, Maureen and Mark smiled friendlily at each other but didn't kiss as they normally would and little buzzers went off in everyone's heads, telling them the status quo had somehow altered without their realizing it.
"What's going on with you two?" Roger asked, frowning and staring at them. Maureen bit her lip, staring over at Mark. He nodded.
"We broke up," Maureen sighed, plopping down on the other side of Collins. "I…I kinda came out to him as a lesbian."
"Good for you!" Collins cheered, grinning and a little more awake in light of the announcement. "I'm glad you trust us with knowing who you really are, girl." Personally, though he loved both Maureen and Mark like family, he had to admit that they had been a bit of a train wreck-couple and they were much better as friends.
Maureen grinned, reaching out for Joanne's hand and pulling her down beside her. "Jo and I are together now. Mark's been really, really understanding about the whole thing."
Mark smiled, leaning his head in his hands. "It's okay. I can't blame you for being who you are."
Maureen awed and hugged Mark to her, kissing his cheek. She looked up and noticed Angel and Mimi and said, "I'm sorry. I don't think we've met?"
"Oh, this is Mimi and Angel, Maureen," Mark introduced. "Angel's been going to my summer camp since we were nine and Mimi is a friend from student council."
"Nice to meet you," Maureen replied, shaking both their hands. Joanne copied this and soon they all lapsed back into silence, all in various stages of half-consciousness. The yellow school bus pulled up a few moments later and they all got on, greeting Mr. Larry, the beloved bus driver for route nine, and choosing seats towards the back, Maureen next to Joanne, Mark next to Roger, Collins next to Angel, and Mimi in front of them, turned in her seat and leaning over the back so she could talk to Angel.
"So what team are you on this year?" Mimi asked. Their classes were separated into teams, which consisted of four core teachers which everyone on the team rotated around to.
"The Stag team," Angel replied. "With Mr. Stag, Mrs. McMillan, Mrs. Creek, and Mrs. King."
Mimi squealed. "We're on the same team! Who's your first hour?"
"Uh…Kellick," Angel replied. "I've got Choir first hour."
Mimi grabbed his schedule and compared the two, a grin splitting her face once she read them. "We've got everything together except our fourth and seventh hours!"
Angel grinned excitedly and grabbed his schedule back, but immediately groaned. "Uhg! I've got PE with Mr. Clarkston and art with Ms. Mopturk! Someone kill me now!"
Collins leaned over his shoulder and pointed to his sixth hour. "Hey, why do you need Spanish?"
Angel grinned at him. "Easy A, darling. Who doesn't want an easy A?"
Collins grinned in response. "A's are all easy for me, girl."
"Way to inflate your own ego, Collins," Mimi scoffed, grabbing his schedule. Her eyes widened. "Wow. You really are a genius…"
Angel pulled the paper from her and saw that he had all Advanced Placement classes. "Wow. I feel incredibly dumb."
"Collins has that effect on everyone," Mark sighed, scrubbing his glasses on his sweater and placing them back on his face. "He even exhausted all the options for advanced math, so they made him a teaching assistant to the freshmen. Oh, and he's also not allowed on the school computers anymore because he hacked into the system and somehow changed all the screensavers for every computer in the school to read, "Actual Reality, ACT UP, Fight AIDS" for a whole three weeks before they figured out how to stop it."
"Actual Reality?" Angel asked, turned towards him. He grinned.
"It's this philosophical theory of mine. Maybe I'll explain it to you sometime," Collins replied.
"Collins flatters himself by referring to himself as an anarchist," Mark said. "He's really just a chaos-wreaker."
Angel giggled, handing him his schedule back and Collins shoved it in his bag. He looked at Roger, Maureen, and Joanne and laughed when he found them all asleep.
"I'll never understand people who behave like that," Angel informed. "Morning is the best time of day. Who would want to waste it sleeping?"
"Get back to me in about a month when you've gotta walk four blocks in the freezing cold morning after the first frost," Collins said, shivering just as the thought. "If you can tell me you enjoy that, then we'll talk, girl."
"Okay, okay, you win," Angel sighed, crossing his arms and pouting. Collins could already see himself loosing many arguments against Angel with that pout. He laid his head on Collins' shoulder and the bus stopped, opening the door to let some people on. The second bus stop was always the busiest and soon the bus was three-fourths full. Everyone stared over at Collins, and someone in a row cattycorner to them mumbled to his seat partner, "I heard Collins came out as gay this summer, but I didn't want to believe it…"
"Who's the kid with him?"
"I think it's that fag who everyone says dresses up in drag on the weekends."
"He does. Nichole Sumner saw him at the Life in a skirt."
"Really?"
"No kidding."
"That's wrong."
"Sick."
Angel had slowly buried his face deeper and deeper into Collins' shirt and groaned quietly, gripping his sleeve tightly. Collins sighed, running a hand up his arm and telepathically begging the boys to shut up. It didn't work, and they continued to hiss insults to each other most of the way, only stopping when they appeared to run out of "sick" or "wrong" aspects of Angel and Collins.
The school came in to view and Mimi leaned across Angel to yell at Roger that it was time to wake up, while Mark leaned across the isle and did a slightly quieter version of the whole thing to bring Maureen and Joanne back from the dead.
Mark pulled out his camera when they stepped onto the grass of the campus and began filming as Roger lead them to their usual pre- and post-school hangout at a picnic table under a tree. Collins, Roger, Maureen, Joanne, Mark, and Mimi all sat on the benches while Angel sat on the table it's self.
"August 30th, 1989, 7:35 AM, eastern-standard time," he informed the camera. "My abstract phase isn't going well. I've decided to go back to filming my friends and seeing what comes of it. So, the introductions." He turned the camera on the group. "First, we have the lovely Maureen Johnson, drama queen extraordinaire." Maureen struck a pose that consisted of much arm flailing and nearly hit Collins in the nose. "Then next to her is Tom Collins, anarchist and computer genius." Collins waved, pushing Maureen's hand away. "Mimi Marquez, curly-haired Latin cutie." Mimi giggled. "Angel Dumott-Schunard, the Hispanic with a French name." Angel blew a kiss at the camera. "Joanne Jefferson, future attorney at law." Joanne smiled. "And finally, Roger Davis, rocker and professional sulker." Roger flipped the camera off. "Today is the first day of Senior or Junior year for us."
They all groaned as if cued.
"And we're all currently waiting for the bell," Mark continued. "Come on guys, isn't there anyone who's happy to be back at school?"
"I don't care, really," Collins sighed. "I just hate being up this early."
"Speak for yourself," Mimi said. "Yee who only hath one year of torture left. Most of the rest of us have to suffer."
"Yeah," Maureen and Angel chorused.
"Being a junior sucks," Maureen sighed.
"I hear ya girl," Mimi sighed, hi-fiving the drama queen.
The old, rusted outside bell let out a metallic ring, reminiscent of a spoon banging against a tin can and they all groaned, standing from the table and picking up their bags, walking inside.
"Off to Vocal are we," Angel sighed, slinging an arm around Mimi's shoulders. Mimi wrapped an arm around his waist and they used each other for a leaning post for a few moments before heading off towards the choir room. Maureen waved to everyone and ran after them, calling that she had their first hour too, to which they both grinned and they all linked arms.
"Anyone else got Valleys first hour?" Collins asked, seeing that he had gym first hour with the female PE teacher.
"Me," Roger replied, holding up his schedule. "Maybe this'll wake us up."
Collins nodded his agreement while Mark walked in the opposite direction, saying something about media productions, and Joanne walked off to art.
Collins and Roger arrived in the cafeteria after fifth hour that day and chose a table, reserving several spots for whoever happened to have B lunch with them. Mark walked into the cafeteria, pumping his fist, and hurried over to them, slinging his bag onto the back of his chair and sitting. "Yes. Lunch together at last!"
All past years, at least one of them had had 'A' lunch.
Maureen came giddily hopping into the cafeteria a few moments later, happily dragging a smiling Joanne behind her, and they could hear her squeal when she saw them from half-way across the room.
Collins gazed hopefully at the cafeteria doors, but the flow of students soon turned to only a trickle then stopped altogether, and he didn't recognize any of the stragglers coming in. He frowned disappointedly.
"Huh. Guess Angel and Mimi had 'A' lunch," Roger mumbled, mostly indifferently as he looked back at his notebook, which was already filled out with some complicated math equation they'd been told to work out for homework that night. "Too bad…"
Then, a large group of about thirty kids entered, and jostling along with the fray were two familiar faces. Collins' face immediately brightened and he waved, trying to get the two Hispanics' attention. "Yo! Angel, Mimi! Over here!"
Angel and Mimi looked up, grinned, and ran over, claiming the last two seats at the table. Angel breathed a sigh of relief, realizing they were all there, and grumbled, "Sorry. The Astronomy teacher can't tell time."
They all laughed and gave joking condolences.
"I'm just glad we all have lunch together," Angel said. "I had 'B' lunch last year and Mimi didn't, so I was pretty much alone. This one girl was really nice, though. Kept me company…I think her name was a month or something…June or May…April, maybe…"
Roger's head came up and Collins and Mark both groaned at the name. "April Erickson?"
Angel nodded eagerly. "Yeah! That's her! You knew her?"
"Used to date her," Roger replied, doodling in the margins of his book. "She moved away over the summer."
"And left Roger without a note or anything," Mark added. "She was just gone one day. We don't talk about her."
Angel nodded, frowning, and pulled out his science book, opening it and glaring at the page they'd been assigned as though it was refusing give him the answer to life despite knowing exactly what it was. "Does anyone know anything about Astronomy?"
"Nope," most of them chorused. Collins asked, "What do you need help on?" and Angel pushed his book across to him, showing him the assignment which consisted of calculating the exact distance of the moons of Saturn and when the next time two of their orbits would overlap if they kept with the pattern they'd been in for nearly three billion years. Through lunch, he explained the mathematical equation which would get him to the answer he needed fastest and easiest. At the end of lunch, Collins told him if he needed help he could call him after school and he could walk him through it more over the phone. This ended in them exchanging phone numbers and Angel having one more thing to squeal with Mimi about.
At the end of the day, they all decided to go straight home rather than hang out at the tree after school, and Collins arrived home, whistling and greeted his grandmother with a wave. He walked into the kitchen and settled his homework out in front of him; he figured he might as well do what little he had before Angel called and he got hopelessly distracted.
He'd just finished a worksheet on John F. Kennedy when the phone rang and he rushed to it, calling, "I'm done with my homework, Grams!" grabbed the phone, and breathed, "Hello?"
"Hey, tutor!" Angel cried from the other end of the line. "So, would you maybe be up to helping me with math too? This stuff is murder."
"No problem," Collins replied. "Walk me through it."
"Okay, well, it had something to do with long division, which I've never been good at…"
"Tom, baby, tell your friend you'll call her back, okay?" Suzan called.
Collins grinned; of course, she'd think he was talking to a girl, since he'd been referring to Angel as such the whole time. They'd been talking a good two hours by then, and dinner was ready.
"Gotta go, Ang," Collins informed reluctantly, putting on a pout he knew Angel couldn't see.
"Okay," Angel replied. "I should go too. Hey, what are we doing on Friday? Just so I know what to wear?"
"Ahah," Collins said, grinning. "No hints, Ang. But whatever you decide to wear will be fine. You'll find out on Friday, girl. In the meantime, I'll see you tomorrow, huh?"
"Tomorrow," Angel confirmed, sounding playfully put-out, before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
"So who's this Angel and where are you going on Friday?" Clayton asked, grinning at his son and patting his shoulder.
Collins blushed. "Just a…girl from school; we're going on a date on Friday. I asked her out last week at Wal-Mart."
Clayton chuckled. "Good for you, son."
Collins smiled, and couldn't stop himself from suddenly flashing to thoughts about Angel…his eyes, her glossed lips, his soft, curly hair and her eccentric outfits and couldn't help but feel that he'd struck the jackpot.
End Chapter; TBC
A/N: Wow. That was epic. Thanks for reading, everyone! Next chapter; date night!! Oh, and thank you so much once again to Marky's Scarfy for the betaing! She's a lifesaver! :D
And, I just realized something I thought was pretty funny. There's this interview out there with Wilson Jermaine Heredia being asked about his parent's reaction the first time they saw him as Angel. And he says at one point, something like, "I looked just like my Mama!" And I didn't realize I'd done that! I mentioned Angel looking a lot like her mom when in drag…just a little thing I thought was kinda funny. Yup; that was my ramble this chapter!
Reviews are the pickles to my tub! Please review!
-Lynn
