Author's Note: At first, I got a fat dose of writer's block. I turned on some music and BAM! I had so much fun writing this chapter. Omg. I guess that "I Got A Boy" by Girls' Generation just boosts my ability to add detail to my writing. Anyway, another day, another chapter. Thanks for your positive feedback and whatnot. I really appreciate it. On to the Angel Chapter! Enjoy!


"You nailed it! Almost! It's one step you need to work on."

On a regular, boring Saturday night, Mo took this time to teach Kuchen some new moves that not even Glitch knew. Although Kuchen thought that he was moving ahead and teaching her moves that were a little too difficult for a beginner, Mo thought she had the potential to learn them.

"Don't be afraid to get down on the floor, lil' ma. Ain't nothin' gonna happen. If you fall, I'm pickin' you up, a'ight?", Mo told her, patting her shoulders.

"And if Mo falls tryin' to get you up, I'm helpin' both of ya'll!", Glitch exclaimed, sitting on the couch watching them dance, silently memorizing the dance moves.

"A'ight, Glitch. Hit it one more time."

"Let's get it!" the younger b-boy pumped up, flicking on "Boomy" to Lady Gaga's Applause.

Just as soon as the dancing started, Mo's phone began to ring, causing Glitch to cut off the boombox.

"Sup?", the African-American muttered breathlessly into the phone, biting a fingernail.

"WHERE. ARE. YOU?!"

Mo held the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker.

"At home. Why?"

"You're missing my party! Everyone's wondering where you are!"

"Nobody told us, Aubs!"

"Get. Over. Here. NOW!" The call immediately ended.

Mo put his cell phone into his back pocket and turned around to find Kuchen curled up in a corner, afraid of the angry female voice that boomed through the speaker.

"Was that Aubrey?" Glitch asked, eyes wide with terror.

"Yep. We've been invited to a party, lil' man."


In about half an hour or less, the Hi-Def crew made their way to a huge yacht, docked on the edge of the High Tide Beach. Approaching the opening, they found themselves stopped by two large security guards.

"Names and/or Crew?" they asked in unison.

"Hi-Def."

"Hmm..." one of them murmured, looking over his checklist.

"Go in." the two men in the black suits granted them entrance. Kuchen made sure to fall in between Mo and Glitch in order to avoid being rejected by the terrifyingly, buff men.

Upon boarding the yacht, blue-eyes blinked in realization. The smell of tropical fruit was in the air and that only meant one thing:

Smoothies.

Slipping from the safety of her two roommates, Kuchen followed the smell with her miniscule nose. She turned corners and nearly fell down a flight of stairs until she ran herself into a bar. She grabbed a seat and eyed the alcoholic drinks on the wall. She wanted to try all of them, oblivious to the effects that the alcohol had.

Glancing to her left, Kuchen observed the tan-skinned man sitting next to her in a white visor with his head down. She oogled at the diamond studs in his ears, watching them glisten in the bright lights. Holding out a pale hand, she reached for them, unable to resist their shiny beauty.

As soon the German's hand got close to his ear, the male grabbed her hand in a gentle grip. Kuchen jumped, regretting her escape from the two boys who protected her with their lives. Fear rode her spine like a wave as the Latino lifted his head and looked into her sapphire eyes with his hazels. Bracing for impact and shutting her eyes as tightly as possible, Kuchen said her prayers, expecting him to whip his hand across her face.

Opening her eyes in surprise, Kuchen realized that he was actually kissing her hand. A new feeling rushed into her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was unsettling. So unsettling, she shifted slightly in her seat. Her stomach turned in fear and her throat burned.

Love? Confusion? Or maybe a hint of disgust?

"Hola." the Latino finally greeted her, a smirk sneaking it's way onto his face.

"H-hallo..."

Kuchen put her head down and the entire world began to spin in circles. Everything was going a mile a minute. Even the music blasting all over the yacht began to increase in speed. Azure eyes began to shift from left-to-right rapidly. Her heart literally punched at her chest, threatening to make it's way out and onto the lap of the man she'd only just met.

A hand reached it's way under her chin and her head was lifted back up into reality. The world stopped spinning, her stomach stopped twisting and turning, music was brought back to it's normal rate, her heart relaxed and her throat had cooled.

"Are you alright, Señorita? You look a little sick."

"I-I'm fine, d-danke...", Kuchen replied, looking at her hand to spot her fingers entangled with his. She pulled away and stuffed her hands into her lap as the Latino chuckled at her reaction.

"Muy linda. Tell me your name."

"K-Kuchen."

"Kuchen... I believe I've heard of you from Señor Bodie. I'm Angel." the flirtatious male told her.

Kuchen perked up, surprised that he had knew Bodie, her blond friend who had saved her life that day at the beach. A bartender had waltzed over and asked if she could get them anything.

"I'll have a Coco Rico." Angel ordered, then looked at the German stranger.

"C-can I have a smoothie? A raspberry one? P-please?" Kuchen ordered and yelped awkwardly as the Latino had snaked his hand onto her lap and back into hers.

"Um... Sure, love." the bartender replied, walking away to retrieve their beverages.

The azure haired teenager looked up at Angel, who winked back at her, rubbing her backhand with his thumb. Feeling sick again, Kuchen held her stomach with her free hand.

"Bodie's told me all about you," Angel smirked, admiring how unfamiliar she was with this form of physical contact. "You speak German, si?"

"Y-y-yeah... it was my first language but... I have no idea what you've been saying since I've met you." Kuchen admitted.

"Well then, let me educar you in the ways of Spanish." the flirty Latino spoke, being sure to sensually roll the 'r' at the end of 'educar'.

The drinks arrived and the teaching began. After a little more or less than 15 minutes, Kuchen had learned so much that she was sure that she knew the language forwards and backwards.

"Erm... Te amo, Angel?"

"Muy bien." Angel shook his head, congratulating her.

Kuchen beamed with delight and took a look around at the dancing and talking people aboard the yacht. The warm breath against her cheek forced her to spin back to Angel whom she was face-to-face with. Leaning back uncomfortably, the teenager watched as her tan-skinned acquaintance placed a hand onto her stool between her legs, and leaned in closer to her face.

"Don't be afraid, chica."

"W-what are you doing?"

"Yeah, what ARE you doing, Angel?"

The two snapped their heads up to a curly red-head woman, wearing black designer shorts, a light blue blouse and red suspenders. She had her hands on her hips and a not-so-happy look on her face.

"Hola, Señorita Aubrey. Como estas?" Angel smiled at her, backing away from the uncomfortable German.

"How are you, my fabulous butt. Nice try, Angel. I'm taking the new girl. Find something better to do with your time. Like, I dunno, restocking the snack table?" The red-head smartly told him, tugging Kuchen away by the wrist.