Alright! new chapter I hope you like it
WARNING: DRUG USE AND PROSTITUTION

I picked up my guitar and went back to working on my music. This writer's block was killing me! Hours flew by and I made no progress, maybe I should rethink my process. It's getting late, where are they? My mind wandered back to Angel of course, despite my protest, her curves, that voice, her body, our hot night, our fights and falling out.

I chased these thought out of my head as fast as I could but they only led me to April. Ok, now I was angry. I don't want these memories, I don't want to deal with this stuff. My feelings.

And at that moment the person I want to see least in the world had to come knocking on my window. She looks beautiful, but goddamn I can't deal with another girl right now. She needs to leave and I make it perfectly clear. She tries to convince me to get high and sleep with her which is tempting but i know better.

"There's only us, there's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, No Day But Today." Mimi sang trying to change my mind.

She is definitely Angel's friend those words cut me deep though. She needs to leave.

I drag her out the door and down the hall yelling at her the whole time. She rips free of my grasp and leaves the building completely. Thank god. But of course she's not done. Once outside she's shouting letting me know how she really feels, like there's 'no day but today.' But of course this has to be the exact time Collins, Mark, and Angel had to come back. They take her side, I expected nothing less. We finish and Mimi breaks down in tears, Angel looks back at me with a hurt face; afraid, sad, and confused. I swallow hard, I know that look.

I scurry back off the fire escape and into the loft in anger and shame. Mark come in after a few minutes.

"What the hell was that?" Mark blurted out.

"Christmas carols" I said sarcastically cleaning up my crumpled papers with my failed song attempts on them.

"Ok," He sighs not wanting to fight. "Well, next time maybe just stick to 'Oh, Holy Night.'"

I flip him off and force a smile, "Maybe we'll sing your stupid dreidel song."

He rolls his eyes and starts to head off to his room.

"Wait, wait where's Collins?" I ask.

"We'd be lucky if he comes home tonight." he smiles, "Him and Angel are acting like teenagers the way they're crushing on each other."

I smile for real this time at the thought, I knew they would be good together. I sit in the window watching light snow and the city. At around 3 in the morning someone stumbled in giggling, Collins. To be honest I was a little jealous, of him and curious had Angel talked about me? Is she still mad? I want to know but I don't in case she still hates me.

"Hey, man" Collins greeted.

His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of weed. Typical Collins I relaxed a bit knowing he wouldn't be mad at me. Not that he should but still it's good to be cautious.

"She is so mad at you," he giggled.

My stomach dropped, "Angel?"

"No, Mimi she's really upset."

"Meh, she'll get over it."

"Come on man, she is cute."

"She's a junkie not really my type anymore. Speaking of Mimi though…. How's Angel."

"Aaaaaaah," he flopped on the couch and put his hands over his face. "She's amazing!"

"I'm surprised you're not over at her place right now getting cozy." I laugh a bit.

"Nah, she's too classy to do that so soon. I barely know her."

Memories flash through my mind. I guess the Angel I knew and the Angel he knows are completely different. When I knew her I would have described her as a lot of things but classy was not really one of them. But then again, I guess I never gave her the chance to be.

"That's good take it slow."

"I'm trying but damn is it hard. But I really think I'm falling in love with her."

"Really?" Is it really that easy for them.

"Yeah, Anyways man I gotta get some rest Angel and I are having breakfast in the morning" he rolled over on the couch getting comfortable and leaving me to my thoughts.

After my first meeting with Angel I couldn't get her out of my head. I walked around town aimlessly looking for her but still nothing. She didn't go back to CBGB's. Two weeks went by and I decided to give up.

One night on my way home I decided to walk instead of take a cab home from the pyramid club. It was a cool night after a long warm day so all the weirdos were out tonight. After a few blocks I started to see more and more hookers I must be getting close to the loft. I stood on a corner waiting to cross some of the women tried to talk to me but I ignored them. I don't need to pay for something I can get for free.

That's when I noticed something, one of them seemed a lot shyer than the rest. She also looked very familiar, and it hit me like a bus. That was Angel. I ripped off my leather jacket to give to her and taker her out of here. She turned away looking at the ground, embarrassed.

"No, no, no, Angel, wait" I ran in front of her.

"What" She snapped.

I didn't know what to say, i stammered for a bit, "I-I-I, you um I do-don't you look good."

"Thanks."

"Um what, what are you doing out here?"

She let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose "Singing christmas carols…...I'm at work Roger what do you think I'm doing. "

"I can see that, What I mean is how did you get here?"

"I'm gay and a cross dresser, I don't really have much of an option. Now can I please go and get back to work?"

"Ok," I shrug and let her walk back to her spot and walk back up to her.

"Hey," I give my best smirk. "How much you charging?"

That made her mad, "Hand job's $10, Blow job's $50, and sex is $100."

"Alright, how about $20 and some coke?"I negotiated pulling out a small bag of powder I bought earlier that night.

She really thought about it I never saw her much as a partier but hey, if she's into it.

"Ok, one quick one."

"Alright where do you wanna go?" I looked around.

"My place is just a block away. We can go there, come on."

"What about work?"

"It's a slow night and I can really use a line or two."

We walk back to her place in silence, was I really about to pay for sex? Well for her I'll take it. I wasn't really able to pay attention to where we were going, I was more focused on her scantily dressed body. My body betrayed my mind, I had to remind myself over and over again that underneath the makeup and the clothes she was still a guy. But those thoughts had little effect on what was going on in my jeans.

Soon, she stopped in front of a building, I knew this street, I live here. I turned around and saw the loft in the building across the street.

"What's wrong?" her voice tore me away from my thoughts.

"Oh, nothing I-I I live around here too." My nerves were getting to me, was this a good idea?

She nodded and smiled unlocking the door to the building, "Don't be nervous."

"I'm not."

She took my hands smiling knowing all too well how scared I really was. She's probably seen it a hundred times before. It made me scared, and well angry. Angel was beautiful and amazing, I don't want her to have work like this. I'm sure she felt the same. I wanted her all to myself, and I knew she wanted that.

We made it to her apartment finally, after climbing endless flights of stairs. I had composed myself enough to be my charming, if not slightly arrogant self.

"This is it," she opened the door to reveal a small apartment covered in colorful furniture, fabric, pictures, and posters.

It covered the awful colors and cracking of the walls, it was a well run down apartment. But I didn't exactly live in a penthouse either. It doesn't matter too much, I'm more focused on… other things. I step closer behind Angel and kiss her long neck, one hand pulling at her jean jacket, the other on her thigh feeling the incredible smooth skin just beneath her incredible short, hot pink, mini skirt. A small moan escaped her mouth, which was amazing to hear but it snapped her back to reality.

She turned around messing with the zipper of my jacket looking at the ground blushing, a little bit embarrassed.

I smirked at her knowing I found her weakness, "You like that, huh?"

"No, I'm sorry friend or not… I take the payments up front."

"Oh, Right," I reach into my pocket and hand her the money and baggie. "Don't worry, I makes sense."

"Thank you," she takes the money but leaves the rest. "I'll be right back."

"Wait what about…." I looked at the bag

"Just hold on to it I'll be right back."

She takes off to the other room and I make myself comfortable on the couch. I notice on the table there's a small mirror, perfect. I pull out my license and dump a small amount of cocaine onto the mirror using my card I arrange it into a thin straight line. I look around for something I could use as a straw but unless I ripped a magazine I'm out of luck. I set down the mirror and start looking through my wallet and what I needed, a cat scratch club business. It's a little rigid but it will work. I rolled it up as tight as I could and snorted the line.

"Caught in the act" Angel's standing there, smiling. "I'm next."

I laugh and scoot over offering her a seat and set up a line for her, I can already feel it kicking in. With much difficulty I get it set up. I lean my head back as she sets up a few more lines for us. My head swimming in warm fuzziness.

Once the drug was gone and fully in our systems, I was ready. I leaned over to kiss her, she must have felt the same way. Our lips collided hot and heavy we made out for a brief minute before she broke it and slid onto the floor and settled herself between my legs. She wastes no time, I can appreciate that. I watched her unbutton and unzip my pants quickly, I couldn't wait for what was coming.

She was amazing. She was worth way more than I paid, but she seemed happy with herself and fine with our agreement.

The next morning I woke up in her bed without my shirt, I was groggy and felt sluggish. I needed a cigarette and i wanted to go home. Everything about last night seemed wrong, I need to leave. Thankfully, Angel wasn't in the bed with me. Now, I don't remember how I got in that bed or at one point I lost my shirt, but I do remember that I did not have sex with him. Which was a bit of a relieving thought. I wasn't ready or even sure I wanted to do that. I shuffled around as quietly as I could trying to find my stuff, unfortunately that wasn't quiet enough.

"Oh, hey," a young and by society's standard attractive man stepped out of the bathroom, smiling.

I could only assume it was Angel, the real Angel.

"Hey," I said not looking at him, not sure how to act or what to say.

"I had fun last night, we'll have to do that again sometime," he winked.

"Uhh, yea" I shrugged brushing him off.

I didn't know what I expecting, I knew he was a boy underneath all the makeup and clothes. It's one thing to know it it's another thing to see it. I grabbed the last of my stuff and headed for the door. I don't know why I was acting like this, last night i was so sure of myself but now, I don't know.

"Leaving so soon?"

I turned around and saw that look, It was one of fear, sadness and confusion.

"Uh, yeah I got a lot to do today."

"Oh, ok well, here's my number call me if you ever want to come over, or if you just want to talk." He started scribbling it down.

I took it, mouthed a thank you, and left. It was rude and abrupt.

I treated Mimi no different tonight. I was rude and abrupt and only thinking of myself. I haven't changed a bit.