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A look of shock mixed with anger was plastered on Angel's face as he stared at Justin, who was wearing jeans and nothing else. Collins' eyes were closed tightly and he wished that all of this was just some horrible dream that he could wake up from at any second. He pictured his life with Angel before the breakup. His thoughts were interrupted when Angel spoke.
"Who is he?" he asked Collins. Collins' eyes snapped open and he looked at Angel. The look he was giving him made him cringe. This was the second time he actually feared Angel. The first time was a day when he'd made him very angry while he was cutting up vegetables with a rather large kitchen knife.
"I'm Justin," Justin answered. "Who are you?"
"I'm Angel." Angel glared at Collins, who involuntarily took one step backwards.
"You're Angel? Well, you messed up big time! Collins is so sweet and charming. Not to mention one hell of a lover."
"I know all of that and more about him." Angel folded his arms. "You didn't waste any time at all finding someone new, did you, Collins?"
"I . . . I . . ." Collins couldn't form a sentence. He couldn't think of what he should say in his situation. "I . . . can explain . . .?"
"Don't bother. I'll just come get my stuff sometime when you're not here." Angel walked to the door, opened it, and walked out of the apartment without looking back. Collins' mind was spinning. It took several moments for him to process the fact that Angel had left the apartment.
"Don't worry, Collins," Justin said. "I'll take good care of you."
"Angel . . ." Collins said, not even fully hearing what Justin had just said to him. "Angel!" Collins ran out of the apartment, down the three flights of stairs, and out of the building just in time to see Angel walking around a corner. "Angel, wait!" He ran as fast as he could and managed to catch up with Angel, who didn't acknowledge the fact that his ex-boyfriend was walking beside him. "Angel . . . please talk to me."
"Why should I?" Angel replied angrily. "Why don't you go back to the fuck-fest you were having?"
"Angel, I made a mistake. You left me, I was hurtin', I went to a bar, had one too many drinks, and one thing led to another."
"So you're just gonna blame the fact that you slept with a guy you barely know on you being drunk? You don't think it had anything at all to do with your overactive libido?"
"Angel, I was drunk, lonely, and very vulnerable."
"And undoubtedly horny."
"Angel, let's not talk about last night, okay?" Collins was getting aggravated. He then realized something that he knew would make things worse, but his desire to have the last laugh didn't let him care at the moment. "Correct me if I'm wrong, and I know I'm not, but aren't you the one who told me 'it's over?'"
"What are you getting at?"
"Not only was I drunk, but I was also under the impression that I was single. So you have no right to get mad at me like I cheated on you or somethin'." Angel stopped walking and looked at Collins. He had a calm expression on his face. An expression that looked as if he was about to start gloating.
"It's not you sleeping with that Justin guy I'm mad about," Angel replied. "It's just . . . you didn't even wait a full day before going out and finding someone new to be with." A tear rolled down one of Angel's cheeks.
"Crying will get you nowhere," Collins said, folding his arms.
"I loved you, Collins. I loved you more than anything in the world and you just–"
"You broke up with me!"Collins interrupted. "How the hell is that showing me you love me, Angel!? Huh!?"
"I just needed a break! I was speaking out of anger! I never wanted to break up with you! It was a mistake!"
"Needed a break from what!?"
"From you wanting me to be perfect all the time! And wanting sex when I clearly state that I'm not in the mood! I needed a break from you . . . controlling me!"
"Controlling you!? When the hell have I ever . . ." Collins stopped himself in mid-sentence. "You know what? Forget it. Just forget it." He turned and started walking back toward his apartment.
"So, I guess . . . we're really over then?" Angel called to him. He stopped walking for a moment and thought. Did he really want to give up on the best thing that had ever happened to him?
"Yea," Collins replied loud enough so he wouldn't have to turn and face Angel. "I guess we are." Collins ran to his apartment. Once he got there, he slammed the door shut and stood with his back to it. He took a few deep breaths before sliding down to the floor and sitting there. He began to cry saw Justin rushing over to him through his tear-filled eyes.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked, kneeling in front him. He looked into Justin's sympathetic eyes and shook his head. "You poor thing. I'm sorry I . . . ruined your chances of getting back together with Angel."
"It's not your fault," Collins said. "I guess . . . we weren't meant to be like I thought we were." Justin kissed Collins' forehead. He suddenly got an idea.
"Why don't we go out?" he suggested. "Maybe that'll take your mind off of Angel." Collins smiled sadly.
"That'd be nice," he said. Justin smiled and kissed Collins on the cheek. "Where should we go?"
"We could just go out for lunch or something. But first we have to get freshened up." Justin helped Collins to his feet and pulled him toward the bathroom. "A day out is exactly what you need. Trust me." Collins smiled slightly.
"I do," he said.
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