Okeeday peoples! This is chapter nomero cuatro! (As if you didn't already know that!) Just for HAlf - BlOOd PriiNCESS, I edited this story and split the paragraphs up. No need to thank me (though a thanks would be nice). I just aim to please! Now, let's get on with the chapter then, shall we?

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We kiss passionately. I have Angel pinned against a wall, attacking his neck with kisses. He seems to be enjoying it. My tongue darts out to taste his mocha colored skin. "Collins . . .", he moaned. His moans are like music to my ears. He gently pushes me off of him. "What's wrong?", I asked. "Nothing's wrong. I just . . . I wanna please you." I pull him in for one last passionate kiss before we switch places so that I'm pinned to the wall. He drops to his knees and I watch as he unbuttons and unzips my pants . . .

CRASH!

I stir awake and look around, remembering where I am instantly. Then I remember the dream I was interrupted from. Damn! Always when it's gettin' good! I sit up and notice my pants are folded neatly over the back of the couch. I smiled before standing up and putting them on quickly. It's colder now than it was last night.

I sit back down on the couch and start thinking about what happened last night and why I'm in an apartment I'm not familiar with. Let's see. Walking in the cold, a dead dog, the key thrown, a chasing, a mugging, and a rescue by an angel. Angel. A beautiful name for a beautiful person. I think about how I'd tell Angel how I feel about him. Then I hear that noise again followed by a loud terrified screech.

CRASH!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" I practically jump up off the couch. The noise and the screech came from the kitchen. Oh God. Angel! "Angel? You okay?", I called. Angel came running out of the kitchen with a skillet in his hand. "IT'S GONNA GET ME!", he yelled before diving under the blanket I'd been using.

"Angel? What's wrong with you?", I asked. Angel came from under the blanket slowly and placed the skillet on the floor. He scanned the area quickly before deciding it was safe to step onto the floor. His eyes are wide with fear. I give him a gentle shake. "Angel? What's wrong?" He looked at me for a moment as if his brain was takin' a while to comprehend what I just asked him.

"I-I was i-in the k-kitchen tr-trying to find something for breakfast a-a-and then I saw it!" So not enough information. "Saw what?", I asked. "I-I saw . . ." He cut himself off and glanced at the ground near the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes widen almost instantly. "THERE IT IS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Angel jumps into my arms and wraps his arms around my neck while still staring at one spot. I look at the same spot and finally see what he's freakin' out about. That's what he's afraid of? "Angel are you talkin 'bout that lil' spider over there?", I asked. He nods his head. "I tried to kill it, but the fucker wouldn't die! It won't leave me alone! Collins, can you get rid of it?"

Afraid of a spider. I've never met anybody with a case of arachnophobia that's this bad. "Get rid of it?" Angel nods and buries his face in my chest. I'm likin' this. Thank God for spiders! "What do want me to do?", I asked. "Kill it." Angel's words are muffled and they somewhat tickle my chest. "I ain't gonna kill it Angel."

Angel looks up at me. "Why not?" He's lookin' straight into my eyes. "Cause it's just a lil' fella." I put Angel on the couch, go over to the spider, and pick it up. I let it crawl around in my hand. "See?" I hold the spider out so Angel can get a good look at it. "I've seen it and I want it dead!" He covers himself from the neck down with the blanket.

"Can't I just put him outside?", I asked. Sure the spider's a pest, but it's innocent. "I don't care what you do just get it away from me!" I put the spider out on the fire escape. "Bye, bye lil' guy." I walk over to the couch and sit next to Angel. "Why are you so scared of spiders?", I asked. "Cause I just am." Angel's hiding somethin'.

"You and I both know that that ain't the real reason." I stare at Angel for a moment until he can't stand it anymore. "Fine! I'll tell you!", he said. Ha ha! I win! Angel sighs. "When I was four, I was playing with a spider that I found in my room. So I decided to go show it to my sister and my parents. Then it tried to run away. And when I finally caught it, I went to show my parents and it bit me and made me bleed. So from that day on, I vowed that spiders were public enemy number one."

I chuckle. "Hey! It's not funny!" Angel crossed his arms. "You gotta admit it's a little funny.", I said, still chuckling slightly. "You should be nice to me. I missed Life Support last night because of you . . . oh shit! Life Support!" I stopped my small laughter. "What about Life Support?", I asked. "There's a meeting this morning! I gotta go get ready!"

Angel got off the couch and ran to his bedroom. As I wait, I hear Angel searching for something to wear, getting in the shower, getting out of the shower, and going back to the bedroom to change. I wait a few more seconds before Angel returns . . . wait a minute! Wait one damn minute! That's a girl! That ain't Angel! Is it?

My mouth drops open. "Angel? Is that . . . you?", I asked. The girl smiles. "Yeah. It's me." I look Angel up and down. He's wearing a black bob wig with a flower in it, a white undershirt, some type of Santa Claus jacket, a zebra print belt that matches the stockings he has on, black boots, and I'm pretty sure there's a skirt somewhere. "Well, what do you think?" Angel's eyes look hopeful.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!", I said, stretching the word for emphasis. "Do you like it?", Angel asked nervously. "Like it? Hell no! I fuckin' love it!" Angel beams from ear to ear. "Really?", he said. Or is it she? Hmm . . . "Yeah! Just one question. Should I call you a she or a he?" Angel giggles a little. "She would be fine.", he . . . she said.

"Uh . . . so when does this Life Support meeting start?", I asked. "10:30." 10:30? But it's not even eight yet! It's like . . . 7:25! "And what the hell are we supposed to do for three hours?", I asked. "Well, you could introduce me to your friends that are probably still waiting for you." Oh yeah. I forgot about my white boys! "That could work.", I said with a smile.

That's chapter 4! Hope you liked it! Sorry if there are any misspelled or left out words! Please review!