"The Rain's Letting Up, Wanna Go Out With Us and Do Something Quirky?"
Author's Note: I'M ACTUALLY CONTINUING IT!!! Yes, I do belong in a mental house, but then, I'd never get to post this kind of fanfiction! Then you'd all be stuck with completely angsty Mark stories and...despite fantastic writing...one kind of fanfiction gets bothersome. Ah well...not like I have anything better to do with my time anyway...
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1:30.
Angel looked up slowly, and blinked with a languid sort of sleepiness.
Then he glanced at the clock.
1:31--Sunday, April 14
He hadn't managed to sleep through the rest of the day.
Damn.
When had he fallen asleep?
Angel racked his brain.
Woke up.
Phone calls.
Chocolate.
Collins' pants.
Teddy bear.
Birthday.
"Well _that_ makes almost as much sense as plaid and stripes put together in the same outfit."
Then he remembered.
And he wished he hadn't.
With the same vigor as strolling molasses, Angel clambered to his feet, and immediately greeted his face in a mirror.
"Oh Jesus..."
There were bags under his eyes big enough to store his wardrobe for Florida in, and the actual rims of his eyes were red and puffy from crying. Flushed cheeks contrasted sharply to the "lovely" pale shade of the rest of his face, and the amber pupils so vivacious normally shone a dull light. He must have been heavily sleeping, for the wrinkles in his sheets had imprinted dents in his face.
So overall, he looked a wreck. Not to mention that his clothing was rumpled.
And his iron just so happened to still be at the loft.
"Isn't it funny," Angel muttered with a ironic sort of humor to his image in the mirror, "that Collins brings back all the unimportant things to my apartment. But the things that I definately need he decided to leave back?"
Angel figured he was also somewhat to blame, as in his rage and humiliation he had completely forgotten to get his raincoat and the like from the loft. But a strong sense of pride kept him from saying anything out loud about it.
Even if he was the only person in the entire apartment.
!!BRING!!BRING!!BRING!!
One hand half-heartedly picked up the phone. "Hullo?"
"Hey Angel!"
"Mimi! Hi." In spite of everything, Angel's mouth curled into half of a smile. He at leats had a few friends left--and Mimi was a fun person to talk to on any type of day.
"The rain's letting up, wanna go out with us and do something quirky?"
_What do Collins' friends ever do that isn't quirky?_ Angel thought to himself, but replied into the phone a much kinder comment.
"Oh, I don't know. What is it?"
"Go for a picnic!"
"In the rain?"
"It'll be fun!"
"Fun..."
"Yeah! Mark decided that it really wasn't such a big deal, you blowing his secret and everything-"
Real tactful Mimi.
"-And we're all kinda pissed at Collins right now for acting so insensative. So how about it?"
"Well, I don't know..."
"What else were you planning on doing today?"
"I was gonna...um..."
"Sleep. Exactly. Angel! Where's that 'seize the day' motto you're always chanting? It'll be fun! Everybody gets off days, why run with your tail between your legs the first time one comes your way."
"This is not the first bad day I've ever had Mimi."
"Seems like it. Jeez, you're gonna let a little thing like a fight with Collins get to you like this?"
"No, but-"
"So meet us at the park in ten minutes. Byes!"
Mimi hung up the phone.
Angel hung up the phone.
What had he gotten himself into this time?
TEN MINUTES?!?!?!?!?!
With the yelp that you only hear when a drag queen's supposed to get dressed to go out in _ten minutes_, Angel sprinted to his dresser and began frantically sorting through clothing. He had to look good. Had to make Collins jealous.
No, we weren't going to think about Collins.
Angel pulled out a shirt Tom had practically drooled over whenever Angel wore it.
Yes, we were going to think about Collins.
And we were definately going to wear that shirt.
Sift, sift. Angel searched for a perfect skirt to go with it.
None.
Damn it.
Oh yeah, he forgot. _That_ was back at the loft too.
"Memo to self: STOP LEAVING YOUR FUCKING CLOTHING AT THE LOFT!!!"
A defeated sigh, before Angel went to his jeans.
Instantly he found the ones he was looking for. Shimmeringly mettalic, slightly flared at the ankles. They had been a present from Sasha.
Of course, then again, these jeans did tend to get a little tight around the backsi-
Wait a second,
Since when had that ever bothered him?
The clothes were slipped on, and immediately Angel ran to put on an appropriate wig. The black one, wisp-banged, slightly below shoulder length. Perfect.
Angel stylized it, and in one sweep gathered a collection of makeup brushes into his hands. Busily he worked, framing over his eyes, filling out his complexion.
Poking his eye with the eyeliner.
"SHIT!!"
Angel struggled with the pain for a moment, before regaining eyesight and realizing that his eye was watering.
"No, not good. Not good at all."
Angel finished up his makeup, slid on a coat, and hurried out the door.
Sliding the lock on behind him.
And leaving the key sitting on his dresser.
Finally, Angel reached the park. Mimi and Roger were already there. They had taken the bus, and were unpacking their food onto a picnic table. An umbrella had been wedged in between cracks in the wood, and served to at least keep the food from soaking.
"Hey Angel!"
"Hey Roger."
Angel sat down, and forced a smile onto his face.
"So, we're the only one's here so far?"
"Yeah, Mark's picking up sommore film. Maureen and Joanne should be here any second. And Collins had gone for a walk not long after you left the loft, so he should be here soon also."
"Well, I hope all but Collins get here. He can get lost in the rain."
"Angel!"
"Sorry." Angel grinned, and sifted through the picnic basket. "So what'd you bring?"
"Hamburger's a la` McDonalds!"
"You guys picked up fast food?!"
"Yeah, well, without you hanging around the loft we've had to feed ourselves. And well, despite all appearances, Mimi eats like a horse."
"Roger!"
"Sorry."
"Hmph."
Mimi crossed her arms, and turned her back on the musician, cocking a wink at Angel.
"Looks like both of us are out of a boyfriend."
"Wha? I'm not upset about it. And Roger was just playing, and you know it."
"Yeah, I'm just playing too."
"Sure you are."
Roger grabbed Mimi by her waist and growled, nipping at her ear. Angel smiled, trying to keep the envy out of his expression. He remembered when that would have been him and Collins.
"Hello young lovers!"
Angel looked up.
Well, speak of the devil.
"Hey Collins."
"Hey Roger, Mimi-"
Collins' gaze reached Angel, and his smile disappeared--as did Angel's.
They looked at each other for a second, before Collins resumed talking.
"So, you decided to climb out of your shell, did you?"
"You goddamn mother fucker-"
"AH!" Mimi held up her hands, and yelled, shooting looks at both Collins and Angel. "I'll have none of this. You're both gonna be good and enjoy yourselves here, or I'll send ya both home."
"This doesn't concern you Mimi."
"It does when it gets serious."
"This isn't a serious problem Mimi. Angel and I just aren't together anymore. I've gotten over it, the rest of you are just going to have to."
Angel ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowed. Words replaced tears gratefully. "I'm over it, asshole. You're the one who keeps bringing it up."
"Oh, really, Mr.-'damn you're sexy when you're pissed.'"
"Thomas Collins, you shut your fatass mouth right now-"
"Don't 'Thomas Collins' me wench!"
"Wench?!"
"Oh, I'm sorry-whore."
"FUCK YOU!"
Angel and Collins stood an inch apart, face to face with an angry tension built up.
Maureen's voice broke the silence that had followed the exclamations.
"HOLY SHIT!! I never thought I'd live to see the day that these two would be screamin' like that at each other!"
"Maureen!" Joanne facepalmed, shaking her head slowly. "That was insensitive."
"What? It's true!"
Angel backed up, mouth tight. "Yanno, I don't give a shit anymore. Let's just have this picnic and get it over with."
"Fine with me."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Angel and Collins sat down at opposite ends of the picnic table.
Angel picked at the cheeseburger placed in front of him.
It was getting soggy.
So were his cheeks.
It was the rain, really.
He wasn't crying, really.
Damnit.
"GUESS WHAT ANGEL!!"
Angel looked up, blinking away any oncoming tears. Mark's face shone to him from across the wooden top.
"You're actually speaking to me?"
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't such a bad thing after all, you telling everybody. Actually," Mark whispered, "Maureen's said she thought it was cute."
"Well, good for you."
"But you still haven't guessed it!"
"What?"
"I found him!"
"Who?"
"My teddy bear!"
The skies instantly brightened slightly. Someone else's good news would have to please Angel today.
"That's great! Where was he?"
"Underneath my pillow! Isn't that uncanny?"
"Amazing..."
Mark's face beamed, and he pushed a plateful of fries to Angel. "Here, eat up."
"I'm not hungry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Is it because..." Mark jerked his head slightly, indicating Collins, who looked equally nonappitized by the food in front of him. A dark hand was absently swirling a french fry around in a pool of ketchup. Upon eye contact, however, Collins gave Angel the finger and mouthed "fuck you" in his direction.
Angel wished.
Angel sighed, and turned his face back to Mark. "No. I just had a large breakfast."
Yep. Chocolate. Great breakfast.
Suddenly, Sasha's famous quote came to mind. "If all else fails, eat yourself into oblivion."
"Yanno what Mark? I think I might just have some of those french fries."
"Okay."
Mark thrust the french fries into Angel's chest, spilling katchup all down the front of the drag queen's shirt.
"Mark!"
"Sorry Angel."
"Sorry my-" Angel's voice trailed off as he scraped at the stain with a napkin, only making the red spot bigger. With an agrravated sigh, Angel threw the napkin down and buried his face in his hands.
Not funny.
Not funny at all.
Faintly, he heard Collins laughing at him.
Angel looked up.
Angel frowned, and walked over to where Collins sat, smirking.
And gave him a quick left hook in the jaw.
"Jesus CHRIST you son of a bitch! What did you do that for?!"
"For fuckin' laughing at me."
"Oh, just because it looks like your chest's bleeding all over your shirt. Who wouldn't laugh?"
"Somebody with consideration for other's feelings."
"Oh, go shove it Angel."
"Leave me the hell alone damnit!"
"You're the one who came over and punched _me_, okay?"
"You deserved it!"
"Did not!"
"Yes you did!"
"You're such a whore Angel! And a fuckin' hypocrite."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, that you're always preaching about being true to yourself, and being yourself, and not letting a few clouds bock your sunshine. But now, you're freaking out over some spilled katchup."
"You have no idea what my day's been like, so maybe you should just get over yourself."
"I know what your day's been like. I had those every single day when I went out with you."
Angel felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he whirled around angrily.
Just then, a pidgeon pooped somewhere high above.
No, it didn't land on him. Do you think I'd really do that to Angel?
It landed on his food.
Angel moaned, and buried his face in his hands.
This was not good.
Not a good day.
Not a good picnic.
Not a good anything.
"Serves you right."
"Oh go fuck yourself Collins!" Angel screeched. Collins set his jaw, and remarked back:
"It'd be better than any screwing you've ever done."
Angel heel-toe-ed, and stormed out of the park as quickly as he could.
Collins remained behind, and watched him leave.
Angel crossed the road, no longer feeling the rain.
Now he was just cold.
And crying.
And-
Angel dug farther into his pocket.
Nothing.
Lint.
An old keychain.
Without a key.
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Yes, I am gonna continue, and FINISH this peice of garbage!! HAH!!!
Author's Note: I'M ACTUALLY CONTINUING IT!!! Yes, I do belong in a mental house, but then, I'd never get to post this kind of fanfiction! Then you'd all be stuck with completely angsty Mark stories and...despite fantastic writing...one kind of fanfiction gets bothersome. Ah well...not like I have anything better to do with my time anyway...
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1:30.
Angel looked up slowly, and blinked with a languid sort of sleepiness.
Then he glanced at the clock.
1:31--Sunday, April 14
He hadn't managed to sleep through the rest of the day.
Damn.
When had he fallen asleep?
Angel racked his brain.
Woke up.
Phone calls.
Chocolate.
Collins' pants.
Teddy bear.
Birthday.
"Well _that_ makes almost as much sense as plaid and stripes put together in the same outfit."
Then he remembered.
And he wished he hadn't.
With the same vigor as strolling molasses, Angel clambered to his feet, and immediately greeted his face in a mirror.
"Oh Jesus..."
There were bags under his eyes big enough to store his wardrobe for Florida in, and the actual rims of his eyes were red and puffy from crying. Flushed cheeks contrasted sharply to the "lovely" pale shade of the rest of his face, and the amber pupils so vivacious normally shone a dull light. He must have been heavily sleeping, for the wrinkles in his sheets had imprinted dents in his face.
So overall, he looked a wreck. Not to mention that his clothing was rumpled.
And his iron just so happened to still be at the loft.
"Isn't it funny," Angel muttered with a ironic sort of humor to his image in the mirror, "that Collins brings back all the unimportant things to my apartment. But the things that I definately need he decided to leave back?"
Angel figured he was also somewhat to blame, as in his rage and humiliation he had completely forgotten to get his raincoat and the like from the loft. But a strong sense of pride kept him from saying anything out loud about it.
Even if he was the only person in the entire apartment.
!!BRING!!BRING!!BRING!!
One hand half-heartedly picked up the phone. "Hullo?"
"Hey Angel!"
"Mimi! Hi." In spite of everything, Angel's mouth curled into half of a smile. He at leats had a few friends left--and Mimi was a fun person to talk to on any type of day.
"The rain's letting up, wanna go out with us and do something quirky?"
_What do Collins' friends ever do that isn't quirky?_ Angel thought to himself, but replied into the phone a much kinder comment.
"Oh, I don't know. What is it?"
"Go for a picnic!"
"In the rain?"
"It'll be fun!"
"Fun..."
"Yeah! Mark decided that it really wasn't such a big deal, you blowing his secret and everything-"
Real tactful Mimi.
"-And we're all kinda pissed at Collins right now for acting so insensative. So how about it?"
"Well, I don't know..."
"What else were you planning on doing today?"
"I was gonna...um..."
"Sleep. Exactly. Angel! Where's that 'seize the day' motto you're always chanting? It'll be fun! Everybody gets off days, why run with your tail between your legs the first time one comes your way."
"This is not the first bad day I've ever had Mimi."
"Seems like it. Jeez, you're gonna let a little thing like a fight with Collins get to you like this?"
"No, but-"
"So meet us at the park in ten minutes. Byes!"
Mimi hung up the phone.
Angel hung up the phone.
What had he gotten himself into this time?
TEN MINUTES?!?!?!?!?!
With the yelp that you only hear when a drag queen's supposed to get dressed to go out in _ten minutes_, Angel sprinted to his dresser and began frantically sorting through clothing. He had to look good. Had to make Collins jealous.
No, we weren't going to think about Collins.
Angel pulled out a shirt Tom had practically drooled over whenever Angel wore it.
Yes, we were going to think about Collins.
And we were definately going to wear that shirt.
Sift, sift. Angel searched for a perfect skirt to go with it.
None.
Damn it.
Oh yeah, he forgot. _That_ was back at the loft too.
"Memo to self: STOP LEAVING YOUR FUCKING CLOTHING AT THE LOFT!!!"
A defeated sigh, before Angel went to his jeans.
Instantly he found the ones he was looking for. Shimmeringly mettalic, slightly flared at the ankles. They had been a present from Sasha.
Of course, then again, these jeans did tend to get a little tight around the backsi-
Wait a second,
Since when had that ever bothered him?
The clothes were slipped on, and immediately Angel ran to put on an appropriate wig. The black one, wisp-banged, slightly below shoulder length. Perfect.
Angel stylized it, and in one sweep gathered a collection of makeup brushes into his hands. Busily he worked, framing over his eyes, filling out his complexion.
Poking his eye with the eyeliner.
"SHIT!!"
Angel struggled with the pain for a moment, before regaining eyesight and realizing that his eye was watering.
"No, not good. Not good at all."
Angel finished up his makeup, slid on a coat, and hurried out the door.
Sliding the lock on behind him.
And leaving the key sitting on his dresser.
Finally, Angel reached the park. Mimi and Roger were already there. They had taken the bus, and were unpacking their food onto a picnic table. An umbrella had been wedged in between cracks in the wood, and served to at least keep the food from soaking.
"Hey Angel!"
"Hey Roger."
Angel sat down, and forced a smile onto his face.
"So, we're the only one's here so far?"
"Yeah, Mark's picking up sommore film. Maureen and Joanne should be here any second. And Collins had gone for a walk not long after you left the loft, so he should be here soon also."
"Well, I hope all but Collins get here. He can get lost in the rain."
"Angel!"
"Sorry." Angel grinned, and sifted through the picnic basket. "So what'd you bring?"
"Hamburger's a la` McDonalds!"
"You guys picked up fast food?!"
"Yeah, well, without you hanging around the loft we've had to feed ourselves. And well, despite all appearances, Mimi eats like a horse."
"Roger!"
"Sorry."
"Hmph."
Mimi crossed her arms, and turned her back on the musician, cocking a wink at Angel.
"Looks like both of us are out of a boyfriend."
"Wha? I'm not upset about it. And Roger was just playing, and you know it."
"Yeah, I'm just playing too."
"Sure you are."
Roger grabbed Mimi by her waist and growled, nipping at her ear. Angel smiled, trying to keep the envy out of his expression. He remembered when that would have been him and Collins.
"Hello young lovers!"
Angel looked up.
Well, speak of the devil.
"Hey Collins."
"Hey Roger, Mimi-"
Collins' gaze reached Angel, and his smile disappeared--as did Angel's.
They looked at each other for a second, before Collins resumed talking.
"So, you decided to climb out of your shell, did you?"
"You goddamn mother fucker-"
"AH!" Mimi held up her hands, and yelled, shooting looks at both Collins and Angel. "I'll have none of this. You're both gonna be good and enjoy yourselves here, or I'll send ya both home."
"This doesn't concern you Mimi."
"It does when it gets serious."
"This isn't a serious problem Mimi. Angel and I just aren't together anymore. I've gotten over it, the rest of you are just going to have to."
Angel ran his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowed. Words replaced tears gratefully. "I'm over it, asshole. You're the one who keeps bringing it up."
"Oh, really, Mr.-'damn you're sexy when you're pissed.'"
"Thomas Collins, you shut your fatass mouth right now-"
"Don't 'Thomas Collins' me wench!"
"Wench?!"
"Oh, I'm sorry-whore."
"FUCK YOU!"
Angel and Collins stood an inch apart, face to face with an angry tension built up.
Maureen's voice broke the silence that had followed the exclamations.
"HOLY SHIT!! I never thought I'd live to see the day that these two would be screamin' like that at each other!"
"Maureen!" Joanne facepalmed, shaking her head slowly. "That was insensitive."
"What? It's true!"
Angel backed up, mouth tight. "Yanno, I don't give a shit anymore. Let's just have this picnic and get it over with."
"Fine with me."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Angel and Collins sat down at opposite ends of the picnic table.
Angel picked at the cheeseburger placed in front of him.
It was getting soggy.
So were his cheeks.
It was the rain, really.
He wasn't crying, really.
Damnit.
"GUESS WHAT ANGEL!!"
Angel looked up, blinking away any oncoming tears. Mark's face shone to him from across the wooden top.
"You're actually speaking to me?"
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't such a bad thing after all, you telling everybody. Actually," Mark whispered, "Maureen's said she thought it was cute."
"Well, good for you."
"But you still haven't guessed it!"
"What?"
"I found him!"
"Who?"
"My teddy bear!"
The skies instantly brightened slightly. Someone else's good news would have to please Angel today.
"That's great! Where was he?"
"Underneath my pillow! Isn't that uncanny?"
"Amazing..."
Mark's face beamed, and he pushed a plateful of fries to Angel. "Here, eat up."
"I'm not hungry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Is it because..." Mark jerked his head slightly, indicating Collins, who looked equally nonappitized by the food in front of him. A dark hand was absently swirling a french fry around in a pool of ketchup. Upon eye contact, however, Collins gave Angel the finger and mouthed "fuck you" in his direction.
Angel wished.
Angel sighed, and turned his face back to Mark. "No. I just had a large breakfast."
Yep. Chocolate. Great breakfast.
Suddenly, Sasha's famous quote came to mind. "If all else fails, eat yourself into oblivion."
"Yanno what Mark? I think I might just have some of those french fries."
"Okay."
Mark thrust the french fries into Angel's chest, spilling katchup all down the front of the drag queen's shirt.
"Mark!"
"Sorry Angel."
"Sorry my-" Angel's voice trailed off as he scraped at the stain with a napkin, only making the red spot bigger. With an agrravated sigh, Angel threw the napkin down and buried his face in his hands.
Not funny.
Not funny at all.
Faintly, he heard Collins laughing at him.
Angel looked up.
Angel frowned, and walked over to where Collins sat, smirking.
And gave him a quick left hook in the jaw.
"Jesus CHRIST you son of a bitch! What did you do that for?!"
"For fuckin' laughing at me."
"Oh, just because it looks like your chest's bleeding all over your shirt. Who wouldn't laugh?"
"Somebody with consideration for other's feelings."
"Oh, go shove it Angel."
"Leave me the hell alone damnit!"
"You're the one who came over and punched _me_, okay?"
"You deserved it!"
"Did not!"
"Yes you did!"
"You're such a whore Angel! And a fuckin' hypocrite."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, that you're always preaching about being true to yourself, and being yourself, and not letting a few clouds bock your sunshine. But now, you're freaking out over some spilled katchup."
"You have no idea what my day's been like, so maybe you should just get over yourself."
"I know what your day's been like. I had those every single day when I went out with you."
Angel felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he whirled around angrily.
Just then, a pidgeon pooped somewhere high above.
No, it didn't land on him. Do you think I'd really do that to Angel?
It landed on his food.
Angel moaned, and buried his face in his hands.
This was not good.
Not a good day.
Not a good picnic.
Not a good anything.
"Serves you right."
"Oh go fuck yourself Collins!" Angel screeched. Collins set his jaw, and remarked back:
"It'd be better than any screwing you've ever done."
Angel heel-toe-ed, and stormed out of the park as quickly as he could.
Collins remained behind, and watched him leave.
Angel crossed the road, no longer feeling the rain.
Now he was just cold.
And crying.
And-
Angel dug farther into his pocket.
Nothing.
Lint.
An old keychain.
Without a key.
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Yes, I am gonna continue, and FINISH this peice of garbage!! HAH!!!
