Chapter 12- things take a turn for the odd-ness. D: I thought of this two seconds ago as I was finishing chapter 11.

Miranda (Rabid RENThead): Awww it's almost time for my last update... I had fun bringing you guys your drug of choice, aka fanfiction... Thursday will be my official goodbye... But you can read MY stories, too! Read them! I promise I'll update more!


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--Homework is Stupid--

-Angel's POV (same day as chapter 11)-

I walk back towards my house, still feeling the bruises on my side. Step… ow. Step… ow. Like that, only more so. I go into the house, dropping my stuff, and sit down on the couch. My mom obviously heard me come in, because she soon appears from the kitchen. She gasps when she sees the bandage on my forehead, and my arms. She rushes over and starts interrogating me about what happened.

"Angelo! Oh, my poor baby! Who did this to you? What happened?"

"Some kids at school beat me up at lunch. I don't know who they were, but Roger took me to the nurse after he got rid of them. Collins was sick, so I went over there after school. Sorry I didn't call you first."

"But why on earth would they beat you up?"

I sigh. My mom isn't exactly aware of the current situation with our school.

"Last week some people found out about me and Collins, and they told everyone." I stretch the truth just a little bit. "And our classmates aren't exactly accepting…" She's hugging me and crying onto my shoulder.

"Oh, Angelo, this is what your father said would happen! He was right… Oh, what can we do?" I just do my best to comfort her… she's more upset than I am.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll just stick around with my friends and no one will bother me, okay?"

"But I can't just let you keep going there where you're in danger…"

"Mom, it's okay. I can handle it. It's just a few scrapes, anyway." I try to stand up to prove my point, but I wince at the pain in my side. She shakes her head slightly, but goes back into the kitchen. Miguel comes out of the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Are you okay, big brother? When dad gets home… he's going to be mad. Did you get beat up by bullies?"

"Yeah. They're just stupid bullies." I smile at him, and he grins back.

"Well I'm glad you're okay. If you weren't, we might have to move again!" We both laugh, and I grab my backpack. I go upstairs and finish my homework, running down the stairs when my mom calls me for dinner. I run, despite the pain, and then suddenly I hit something- someone. My dad was standing in the doorway and I didn't see him until I ran into him. I fall backwards, giggling.

"Sorry dad. I didn't see you there. Sorry for running…" He laughs, much to my relief, and helps me up.

"It's okay Angelo. No harm done." He notices the bandages and frowns. "What happened to you?"

"Some kids at school beat me up. It's nothing. They snuck up on me." I try to end the conversation quickly.

"Angelo, it's not nothing. This is important- do you know why they beat you up?"

I sigh. "They found out about me and Collins. And I don't care. I'll be more careful. I promise."

"I knew this would happen. I knew it would. Angelo, you already know how I feel about… well you and him. But I can't do anything about it. So I want you to promise me that you'll do something about this problem okay? If anyone else tries to do anything to you guys, just tell a teacher or something. Don't stay silent. It never works." He pats my shoulder, and we go to dinner.

Great. Well not as bad as I imagined it. My scenario was something like this:

'Dad I got beat up by stupid jocks!'

'No more seeing Collins! RAWR!'

'Waaah!' -cries-

'Stupid kid.' -laughs-

At least I still have my Collins. I would just… die, if I couldn't see him anymore.

-Collins' POV-

I'm already feeling better since Angel visited. I wasn't kidding when I said how much I like him in drag. He makes a perfect girl anyway, good enough to fool my parents. I begin scheming…

Step one of the plan: Get the Teachers to help- convince them to call him Angel.

Step two: Bring Angel to school in drag and convince everyone that 'she' is my new girlfriend.

Step three: Fail miserably and get beat up by everyone.

Okay. That plan sucks. What was I thinking? I don't need a plan. I'll just go shopping with him and we'll get him some new outfits. Bwahaha! I'm grinning evilly when the door to my bedroom opens.

"Tom, are you feeling better?"

"Yes mom I'm feeling much better."

"What happened to Angel?"

"Some kids beat him up today. Nothing big, just a couple of stupid jocks."

"Why would they do that?" Great. The big moment.

"They found out… about us." She sighs. Now all of her friends will know that her son is- gasp- gay! Oh no!

"Well… just tell him to be more careful. I would hate to see anything happen to you guys. I brought you some more soup." She sets the bowl down on the bedside table and kisses my cheek. "Think you'll be well enough for school tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" I answer, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "I mean… yes?"

"Well you better get your work done, then." She leaves the room and I groan.

Stupid homework.


Hope you all like this shorter chapter. I'm too lazy to keep doing 2000-word things so be happy you're getting stuff at all, considering I'll be on vacation when this is posted. :P REVIEW PLEASE! -loves everyone who reviews-

Miranda: Kateh, you are not on vacation :P You're on tour with the bells group. Yes, everyone, your beloved author plays handbells. It's like super-cool n stuff. I did too, until it got to be too much for me... so don't worry, she's suffering, not happy and la-dee-da spleeeee