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Chapter Two

As Angel began to clean up the table, Collins continued to look at the brochure "So Ang, you actually went and checked the school out babe?"

Angel walked over to the sink, placing the dishes in the basin "Yep. The campus is beautiful honey."

"I see that."

Angel came to the table "I looked around and saw all the crazy eclectic people there, and I knew it was for me baby."

Collins was still a little skeptical about the school, no doubt Angel had the drive, talent and determination but he was a little worried about how they would treat Angel if he was . . . well Angel. "Babe, how did you look when you went to go visit?"

Angel turned around "What do you mean?"

Collins got off of his knees and stood holding the brochure in his hand "I mean, were you . . . you or were you Angel?"

The street drummer looked down "Oh." Angel hadn't thought of that. He knew that he would be walking all day so he decided to wear his street clothes that day, heels aren't very fun after six hours of walking on them. Even if he did look hot. "I wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt babe. Why?" He knew why. He knew that his lover would be extremely concerned about this whole situation. Even though Angel could kick ass, he still was very vulnerable.

Collins looked at his lover concerned "Because babe, if you weren't your true self than that means that those people don't know about you. Who you really are."

Angel looked up "They're artsy people baby, and I don't that it will make that big a deal."

Truth is Collins wasn't sure. True artsy people usually didn't care, but he just wanted to be sure so that he wouldn't have to come up to New York Arts to kick some ass. All he wanted was for his Angel to be safe and happy. "Well babe, it says that the date for enrollment isn't for another month or so, so I think that will give us some time to figure out all of that. Including paying for the school."

Angel hated money troubles and even though he experienced them daily, he still couldn't stand talking about it. "Babe, we'll pay for it."

Collins looked at his boyfriend. Sure, Angel was extremely optimistic but this was taking the cake. Angel knew how broke they were. "How Angel?"

"I could apply for financial aid and scholarships."

"True, but-"

"Honey, I really don't want to talk about this right now." Collins knew that Angel hated to talk about money, but this situation was too important not to. "Babe, we need to talk about this. I want you to know that it's going to be very hard to pay for."

Angel turned the water on, trying to muffle his lover's words "I know, but we don't have to worry about it now right?"

Collins saw that Angel was trying to block him out. "Angel, listen to me. We need to talk about this. School is very expensive. I know that you don't want to hear this."

The street drummer began to bang the plates together frustrating Collins. "Angel, stop it. Don't act like this. I know you hate to talk about money, but babe you know we're broke and-"

Angel turned around sharply "I KNOW! I KNOW ALRIGHT!"

Collins stood, his eyes wandering around on the floor. Finally he looked up at his lover and their eyes met. Angel and Collins never fought unless it was for a real, legitimate reason. Even though their group painted them to be the perfect couple, they weren't. They fight like couples do, have disagreements. But Angel would be the first to admit if asked by an outsider that he and Collins had the best sex. And dammit, he was proud of that.

The professor said as calmly as he could "What was that about Angel?"

Angel looked down, rubbing his face extremely stressed out "I, I . . . I'm sorry honey. You know I hate to talk about this-"

"But you know that we have to. In order for you to get in the damn school Ang we gotta pay for it!"

"I know but . . . fuck! I don't know!" Angel cried out.

"You don't know what baby?"

"I hate the fact that money is going to hinder me from doing what I've always wanted to do! I hate the fact that all of us can't do the things we want to do because of money! Money, a thin piece of fucking paper is hindering all of us from what we want and deserve to do! I just can't fucking stand that!"

Angel most definitely had a point. Collins walked over to his lover, the brochure still in hand "Babe, we'll find some way for you to get here. But in order for us to get you there, we've got to talk about everything that we need to. I love you Angel and I only want the best for you."

The street drummer rubbed his face once more "I know baby, I know. It's just I know I'm so close to my dreams and I'm just terrified that it might be taken away from me because Uncle Sam doesn't want me to have it."

Collins placed the brochure on the kitchen counter and cupped Angel's face in his hands "I love you baby and you know I'm here for you every step of the way. I want to get you everything you want in life, everything that you deserve." Angel grabbed his hands and placed them around her waist "I know baby and I love you too."

The two lovers stood there in their kitchen holding one another, thinking of what is out there and what the future had in store for them.

Angel turned around and looked at the clock, 10:30. "Babe, we gotta call Mark and Roger. We need to have a family meeting tonight!"

Collins nodded and walked toward the phone. He quickly dialed the number.

SPPPEEAAKKK!

"Hey guys, it's Collins. I know one of you bitches are there. Hello? Pick up the fu-"

"Hello?"

"Hey Rog."

"What's up Collins?"

"Look we all need to get together today and have a meeting. It's about Angel, he wants to tell you guys something very important."

This was the chance for Roger to use his dry humor he had saved up.

"Aww is he gonna tell us he's pregnant? Congrats Collins, congrats."

"Davis, you have one more time to say something stupid like that because the next time you do I'm gonna haul my foot right into your ass."

"Woah! Easy there buddy, only kiddin' around."

"Uh huh."

"Well what time do you want to get together?"

"Maybe later on this evening, over dinner. Me & Ang will treat."

Free food sounded good to him.

"Hell yeah! Sounds good. Can we get Chinese!"

Collins laughed "I don't care, but seriously man tell Mark and get the word out."

"I will man don't worry. We'll see you guys tonight."

"Alright then, bye."

"Bye."

Collins hung up the phone "Angel! I called them! I offered to pay for dinner!"

Angel came in putting on his favorite silver hooped earrings in "Oh great honey! What do they want?"

"Chinese."

"Mmm that sounds good. Good choice baby!"

"It wasn't mine. It was Roger."

Angel turned around "Roger? He wanted Chinese food? Every time we eat it, he never eats it."

"I know."

"But honestly babe, I don't think he's gonna care what he eats."

Collins walked over to his lover "I agree." The professor looked at his boyfriend lovingly, she was wearing that wonderful perfume that entranced him. As he took it in, he spoke "You smell wonderful."

Angel said seductively "Do I?"

Collins placed his arms around Angel's petite waist "Heck yes." He began to kiss his neck. Angel closed his eyes, enjoying the attention. He stopped his lover "So we're really gonna do this baby! Am I really going to school!"

Collins smiled "Of course my love, one way or another we'll get you to that school."