Updatttee!

And it's a short one, sorry! I promise that the next chapter will be longer than this. I was just a little blocked and thought that the end was a good place to end.

So review, because I love reviews!

Mimi sat there for what felt like 10 minutes. Really, there were hours and hours passing. The sun pushed down over the horizon, the sky growing steadily darker. She didn't move though, just sat there, getting colder and colder. Maybe if she waited long enough, Angel would come back.

It was Mark, Roger and Collins who came home though, swaying a little from one beer too much and laughing together. They were immediately quiet when they saw Mimi in the doorway. Roger sprinted over to her, his mind already working at what could be wrong with her. Was she hurt? Using again? Had she taken too much? He pulled his jacket off and covered her with it. He put an arm around her and hushed her quietly.

"It's ok...Mimi...what's wrong?" Mimi didn't answer, just shook her head and cleared her throat a couple of times, trying her best to pull herself together. She told herself she was being ridiculous. Angel had promised to be back soon, and she never broke her promises. Collins and Mark joined them on the steps. Collins quickly spotted the drumsticks lying on the sidewalk and picked them up with a confused expression on his face. As soon as suspicions began to form in his mind, he sprinted up the stairs to the Loft, followed slowly by Mark. Roger and Mimi stayed on the steps.

As soon as he opened the door to the Loft, he knew she was gone. It was like someone had turned the color down so the whole place was black and white. It didn't stop Collins rushing around, checking her room for any of her things. But he realised that Angel, and all of her possessions were gone.

"Where is she?" Collins spun round to Mark, who had only just arrived at the door. Mark took a minute to figure out what he was talking about, but then realised. How could you notice straight away? It was like the apartment was about ten times bigger, yet with half of the things in. Empty space. Roger and Mimi finally appeared, and Mimi rushed over to comfort and explain things to a shocked Collins.

"She said she'd be back soon...she promised...said something about clearing her head..." Mimi tried to explain, putting a hand on Collins's shoulder. He nodded, and sat down on the couch in defeat.

"Did she need to take all of her things to clear her head?" he asked helplessly. Nobody answered.

What's the time? Well...it's gotta be close to Midnight. Everybody is asleep, an early night was very needed. Actually, I lie, not everybody is asleep. Collins is very awake. Not surprisingly, he can't sleep. He's worried sick. He tried to go looking for her earlier but we stopped him. Wondering around in the dark won't do him any good. Mimi says that Angel will probably come back in her own time. But I'm not really sure she's asleep either. Anyway we close up on Collins. He's sat on the couch, legs resting on the arm of it.

Collins held Angel's drumsticks in his hand. Running his fingers over the smooth wood and wishing that their owner were beside him. What was worse was not knowing. He had no idea where she was, if she would be back, if she was ok. It was killing him. With all of her things gone, it was like she had never been there in the first place. Like he had made her up one day when he was bored and feeling down. Collins's thoughts were driving him crazy. He had to do something, he couldn't just stay there thinking all night. He got up and picked up his coat from where he had lazily tossed it earlier. Pulling it on, he glanced out of the window. Rain was coming down hard and fast outside. Big droplets that pounded the window like bullets. Worry itched in the back of his mind. Was Angel stuck out there? Her clothes soaked through so that they were clinging to her, weighing her down? Was she cold? Shivering? The thoughts hurt him, but spurred Collins on, and he ran out into the pouring rain.

Collins tried to think of all the places she could be. The Life Cafe? No...it was getting far too late, it would be closed...plus she wouldn't go there without her friends. He passed by the huge building where Joanne and Maureen shared an apartment. He almost considered finding them and asking them if they had seen Angel. But it would be stupid. They were probably both fast asleep. Collins tried to ignore the feeling of water soaking his shoes. Numbness setting it. The rain was persistent, keeping a constant pounding rhythm against everything.

Collins passed an alley way, looking quickly to see if anyone was there. He could tell straight away that it was empty, but something made him walk down in. Something made him sit, slumped again the wall. Maybe it was because he had been walking for blocks and was exhausted. Maybe it was something else.

"You okay honey?" Came a soft voice. At first, Collins had thought that voice belonged to a woman, half by the terms it used, and half by its soft tone. It surprised him when he turned his head and came face to face with a young boy. In New York, it was normal that nobody gave a shit about you. You pass people on the streets who won't be there the next day. You don't think about it, you just go on with your own life. That's what matters. Collins was at a new low, although he didn't show it. He had lost his job, his home, had to move back to New York where he could share an apartment with his old friends. Now he was freezing cold in an alley, all his possessions gone. He had nothing.

Then he had met Angel, and she gave him everything. Angel herself had nothing. She had no home, living on the streets. She had no life ahead of her, AIDS had already ruined her. She had never had an education. She had no family. But Angel had something, and Collins didn't know what it was. Whatever 'it' was. Maybe it was just that. Physically, Angel had nothing, but she still managed to give so much.

Collins sniffed. He asked himself what he was doing sat there, he wasn't going to find Angel if he stayed sat in the same spot. The rain had eased to a light shower. Collins found the effort to check his watch. It was almost three in the morning. He had been sitting in that alley for hours, it had only felt like a few minutes to him. He pulled himself to his feet and started to head in the vague direction of the Loft.

"Tom Collins...isn't that a drink?" She asked, flicking the little mint, that hotels always give you, off her pillow and on to the floor. She then flopped straight on the bed, lying on her stomach and staring at Collins in a way that might make some people uncomfortable.

"Yep...Tom Collins, straight up...best drink ever..." He said, smiling and returning an equally bold stare.

"Straight up? I hope not..." She said, a smile creeping on to her face. He laughed at how forward she was. She knew what she could get away with, and that was almost anything with him. Collins to a seat on the bed next to Angel.

"No straight up Tom Collins? Well how about...Sex on the Beach? Or a Kiss in the Dark?" He suggested. Angel gave a smile.

"Oh honey! Those sound like a nice idea..." She pulled at his shoulder so that he lay down next to her, wrapping her arms around his middle. "You know a lot of drinks, huh?" Collins nodded, noticing how nice it felt to be so close to her. Like he belonged there.

"I know them all. Sex in the parking lot, Sex on the lake, Sex on the pool table, Sex on the sidewalk...all drinks." Angel giggled. "Oh...there's more...Slow Comfortable Screw...slow comfortable screw up against the wall...Get Laid...Between the Sheets..." Angel pressed a finger against her lips, to get him to stop listing cocktails.

"Pick one," She said quietly, with a smile that she couldn't hold back.

Thanks to my sister for all the cocktails names, she's a bartender and knows the list by heart!

I couldn't resist using some of them at some point!