This was Not Turning into a Good Day
Author's Note: Yes!! MORE!!! ::laughs psycotically:: Mwahahahahha!!! ::bursts into coughing fit:: Um...just read, I guess. (cough~cough)
This one's a bit more angst-ridden. Sorry.
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"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth-"
Angel absently muttered the lines softly. "A Midsummer Night's Dream," by William Shakespeare. It had been his favorite book ever since he had gone to see the play when he was fifteen. Never had Lysander's words held such meaning.
Although at the moment, Angel felt a bit more like the distraught and lovelorn Helena.
"And I suppose that means that Collins is Demitrius. Although I dearly hope there's no Hermia involved in all this-or I'll drink myself to death I'm sure."
The drag queen sighed, and absently ran a small brush through the fine dark hairs of his wig. Annoyed, he worked out a tangle with almost lazy patience.
The phone rang.
"DAMNIT!!!" Angel flung his brush down on the floor and stood up. The last thing he wanted to do was talk on the phone. But-
It kept ringing.
Angel picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Angel? It's Mark. I still can't find Teddy..."
"Okay! Okay! I'll come and help you find your teddy bear." Angel threw his hands up in exaspiration, and rubbed the bridge of his nose unhappily. "I'll be right there."
Collins would be there.
He didn't want Collins to be there.
Yes he did.
No, he didn't.
Yes he did.
No, he di-never mind.
Angel glanced at the clock. 11:14.
Damn.
Slowly, he got dressed, paying special attention to his makeup and hair. Finally, after a good ten minutes of preparation, Angel walked out the door.
He had forgotten his rain coat.
Angel dashed back /into/ his apartment, and scrounged for his raincoat.
Of course, he had left it at Collins'.
Collins hadn't brought it back with him.
"That asshole! I'm sure he did that on purpose! DAMNIT!!"
Angel stormed out of the flat and into the pouring rain.
But even the gray skies couldn't compare to his mood.
"Angel! You came!"
Mark's smiling face greeted him. Angel placed a hand in front of the camera he held in his grasp. "Put that away Mark, I'm not in the mood."
"You're all wet!"
"Yeah. Imagine that."
Angel quickly checked his disposition, and decided that one lousy day wasn't something to ruin his friendship with everyone else in the loft over. A smile lifted onto his face.
"So, where's your bear?"
"I don't know!" Mark wailed softly, before setting down his camera and walking towards his room. "I got up this morning, did some shots of the sunrise, realized there was no sunrise to film because of all the rain, and decided to go back to bed. But when I got there, he was gone!"
Angel patted the distraught Mark's shoulder, and forced out: "I'm sure we'll find...him...Mark..."
"I hope."
They began a rapid search. Mark took his room, combing through everywhere. Angel slipped into Collins' room to look. He knew that the bear wasn't in there, but he was tempted anyway.
Collins lay napping on the bed.
Angel definately hadn't considered that.
Collins mumbled something, and rolled over.
Angel slipped into the room, and gazed around. Slowly, he drew closer to his ex-lover, and peered over at his face.
God, he was sexy.
Angel checked his fluttering pulse, and reached out a hand to play against Collins' cheek.
Tom didn't wake up.
Angel took to gently stroking his hair.
He still didn't wake up.
Feeling braver, Angel bent over, and pressed his lips against Collins'.
Warm. Slow. Fantastic.
"Angel?"
Mark. Damn.
Angel yanked away and dropped to the floor, acting as though he had been searching under the bed for the bear. Mark's sudden yelp, however, had woken up Collins, who sat up with a start.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
Angel looked up, masking fury over his face. "I was helping Mark look for his teddy bear."
"Angel! You weren't supposed to-"
Collins laughed. Angel clapped his hand over his mouth for the second time that day. Mark gave an injured whimper.
"Well, you were kissing Collins."
Collins stopped laughing.
Angel buried his face in his hands.
Mark glowered.
Angel clambered up to his feet, and jetted from the room before Collins could do anything.
Mark was angry at him.
Collins was angry at him.
This was not a good day.
Angel fell right outside the loft door, landing hard on his side. A surpressed yelp bit through his teeth.
Thunder pealed through the stairwell, and a pigeon fluttered overhead.
That pigeon was probably having a better day than he was.
Not for the first time that day, Angel wanted to scream.
That, or he wanted to cry.
If he cried, he wanted Collins to hold him.
There was no way that was gonna happen.
He opted for screaming.
A shrill hollar echoed through the apartment building.
Mimi looked up.
Roger looked up.
Mark looked up.
Mr. Bear looked up.
Maureen looked up.
Joanne looked up.
Benny-"visiting"-some-poor-clueless-female-tenent looked up.
Collins looked up.
Various renters looked up.
Angel, feeling slightly better, stormed down the stairs, out of the apartment building, down the street, in the door of his apartment building, up the stairs, and finally collapsed onto his bed.
Then he got up.
And flung a picture of Collins across the room.
And watched it break.
And felt good.
For about two seconds.
Then fell to the bed again.
And cried.
!!BRING!! !!BRING!! !!BRING!!
Angel didn't get up.
Angel didn't want to get up.
"Hi. You've reached me, Angel. I'm not able to take your call right now, but if you leave a number and a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Unless you're Collins, you can go to hell. But as long as you're not, thanks!"
--
Angel regretted the last part of that message-added in on a burst of anger yesterday. He wanted Collins to call.
He wanted someone to call.
--
(beep)
"Hi, Angel? This is Sasha. I'm not gonna be able to fly in for your birthday babe. I'm sorry, and I'll try to mail you your present. Still fighting with Collins? He's a jerk, better to find somebody else. Gimme a call kid, you know my cell phone number. I'm really sorry again. Byes."
--
"Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. DAMNIT!!" Angel slammed his hand down on the bed, and his face dropped into his arms.
His birthday was tomorrow.
"WHY THE FUCK CAN'T EVEN SASHA COME DOWN?!?!" Angel yelped, taking a handful of photographs and ripping them up. Sasha's eye went fluttering to the floor, along with Collins' mouth.
He wished he hadn't done that.
He wished he hadn't gotten into that fight with Collins.
He wished he hadn't let Sasha go out with Shelby.
And then a thought occured to him.
He wished Mark had found his teddy bear.
Author's Note: Yes!! MORE!!! ::laughs psycotically:: Mwahahahahha!!! ::bursts into coughing fit:: Um...just read, I guess. (cough~cough)
This one's a bit more angst-ridden. Sorry.
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"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth-"
Angel absently muttered the lines softly. "A Midsummer Night's Dream," by William Shakespeare. It had been his favorite book ever since he had gone to see the play when he was fifteen. Never had Lysander's words held such meaning.
Although at the moment, Angel felt a bit more like the distraught and lovelorn Helena.
"And I suppose that means that Collins is Demitrius. Although I dearly hope there's no Hermia involved in all this-or I'll drink myself to death I'm sure."
The drag queen sighed, and absently ran a small brush through the fine dark hairs of his wig. Annoyed, he worked out a tangle with almost lazy patience.
The phone rang.
"DAMNIT!!!" Angel flung his brush down on the floor and stood up. The last thing he wanted to do was talk on the phone. But-
It kept ringing.
Angel picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Angel? It's Mark. I still can't find Teddy..."
"Okay! Okay! I'll come and help you find your teddy bear." Angel threw his hands up in exaspiration, and rubbed the bridge of his nose unhappily. "I'll be right there."
Collins would be there.
He didn't want Collins to be there.
Yes he did.
No, he didn't.
Yes he did.
No, he di-never mind.
Angel glanced at the clock. 11:14.
Damn.
Slowly, he got dressed, paying special attention to his makeup and hair. Finally, after a good ten minutes of preparation, Angel walked out the door.
He had forgotten his rain coat.
Angel dashed back /into/ his apartment, and scrounged for his raincoat.
Of course, he had left it at Collins'.
Collins hadn't brought it back with him.
"That asshole! I'm sure he did that on purpose! DAMNIT!!"
Angel stormed out of the flat and into the pouring rain.
But even the gray skies couldn't compare to his mood.
"Angel! You came!"
Mark's smiling face greeted him. Angel placed a hand in front of the camera he held in his grasp. "Put that away Mark, I'm not in the mood."
"You're all wet!"
"Yeah. Imagine that."
Angel quickly checked his disposition, and decided that one lousy day wasn't something to ruin his friendship with everyone else in the loft over. A smile lifted onto his face.
"So, where's your bear?"
"I don't know!" Mark wailed softly, before setting down his camera and walking towards his room. "I got up this morning, did some shots of the sunrise, realized there was no sunrise to film because of all the rain, and decided to go back to bed. But when I got there, he was gone!"
Angel patted the distraught Mark's shoulder, and forced out: "I'm sure we'll find...him...Mark..."
"I hope."
They began a rapid search. Mark took his room, combing through everywhere. Angel slipped into Collins' room to look. He knew that the bear wasn't in there, but he was tempted anyway.
Collins lay napping on the bed.
Angel definately hadn't considered that.
Collins mumbled something, and rolled over.
Angel slipped into the room, and gazed around. Slowly, he drew closer to his ex-lover, and peered over at his face.
God, he was sexy.
Angel checked his fluttering pulse, and reached out a hand to play against Collins' cheek.
Tom didn't wake up.
Angel took to gently stroking his hair.
He still didn't wake up.
Feeling braver, Angel bent over, and pressed his lips against Collins'.
Warm. Slow. Fantastic.
"Angel?"
Mark. Damn.
Angel yanked away and dropped to the floor, acting as though he had been searching under the bed for the bear. Mark's sudden yelp, however, had woken up Collins, who sat up with a start.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
Angel looked up, masking fury over his face. "I was helping Mark look for his teddy bear."
"Angel! You weren't supposed to-"
Collins laughed. Angel clapped his hand over his mouth for the second time that day. Mark gave an injured whimper.
"Well, you were kissing Collins."
Collins stopped laughing.
Angel buried his face in his hands.
Mark glowered.
Angel clambered up to his feet, and jetted from the room before Collins could do anything.
Mark was angry at him.
Collins was angry at him.
This was not a good day.
Angel fell right outside the loft door, landing hard on his side. A surpressed yelp bit through his teeth.
Thunder pealed through the stairwell, and a pigeon fluttered overhead.
That pigeon was probably having a better day than he was.
Not for the first time that day, Angel wanted to scream.
That, or he wanted to cry.
If he cried, he wanted Collins to hold him.
There was no way that was gonna happen.
He opted for screaming.
A shrill hollar echoed through the apartment building.
Mimi looked up.
Roger looked up.
Mark looked up.
Mr. Bear looked up.
Maureen looked up.
Joanne looked up.
Benny-"visiting"-some-poor-clueless-female-tenent looked up.
Collins looked up.
Various renters looked up.
Angel, feeling slightly better, stormed down the stairs, out of the apartment building, down the street, in the door of his apartment building, up the stairs, and finally collapsed onto his bed.
Then he got up.
And flung a picture of Collins across the room.
And watched it break.
And felt good.
For about two seconds.
Then fell to the bed again.
And cried.
!!BRING!! !!BRING!! !!BRING!!
Angel didn't get up.
Angel didn't want to get up.
"Hi. You've reached me, Angel. I'm not able to take your call right now, but if you leave a number and a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Unless you're Collins, you can go to hell. But as long as you're not, thanks!"
--
Angel regretted the last part of that message-added in on a burst of anger yesterday. He wanted Collins to call.
He wanted someone to call.
--
(beep)
"Hi, Angel? This is Sasha. I'm not gonna be able to fly in for your birthday babe. I'm sorry, and I'll try to mail you your present. Still fighting with Collins? He's a jerk, better to find somebody else. Gimme a call kid, you know my cell phone number. I'm really sorry again. Byes."
--
"Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. DAMNIT!!" Angel slammed his hand down on the bed, and his face dropped into his arms.
His birthday was tomorrow.
"WHY THE FUCK CAN'T EVEN SASHA COME DOWN?!?!" Angel yelped, taking a handful of photographs and ripping them up. Sasha's eye went fluttering to the floor, along with Collins' mouth.
He wished he hadn't done that.
He wished he hadn't gotten into that fight with Collins.
He wished he hadn't let Sasha go out with Shelby.
And then a thought occured to him.
He wished Mark had found his teddy bear.
