Author's Note: THIS IS THE VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERY LAST CHAPTER!! I SWEAR I WILL WRITE NO MORE!!!
I hope.
Ah yes, and do read to the end. The last couple of paragraphs may seem a bit…well…interesting, but I promise you'll be rewarded. It's a somewhat funny ending. You just have to get past the other stuff.
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"Angel?"
Silence
Collins slammed his hand against the door again. "Angel!!"
Silence.
"Angel, come on, I didn't mean to sound mad!! My hand just hurt!! I swear I wasn't pissed off at you!!"
Angel sat on his bed.
Arms crossed.
Another knock.
"Angel!!!"
"Go away!"
Smart Angel.
Angel sighed, and reluctantly opened his door.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to apologize!" Collins practically shouted, wincing as his hand struck against the doorframe. The burn mark had turned a lovely shade of pale auburn, contrasting sharply with his dark skin. Angel noted the color change and grimaced.
"You…aughta run that under cold water."
"I wanted to make sure you were alright first."
The transvestite snorted, and dragged Collins over to the sink, where he shoved the hand under a running faucet of freezing water.
Collins cringed at the temperature.
Angel cringed at Collins' cringing.
Collins cringed at Angel cringing at Collins cringing.
Angel cringed at Collins cringing at Angel cringing at Collins cringing.
Collins cringed at-
Wait a second; I'm getting off topic. Gawd, I've got to stop doing that.
Collins watched Angel, eyes traveling over the transvestite's slim form as he wrung out his hand, which was now dripping the freezing liquid.
Angel looked up, noticed Collins grinning face, and blushed. "What now?"
"Nothing."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Oh…okay…"
Tom ran a towel over his fingers, and started chuckling.
Angel shot a glare in his direction. "Are you laughing at me, again?"
Collins stifled a chuckle.
Angel shot him another glare.
Collins burst out laughing.
Angel huffed, spun around, and headed back towards his room.
Collin stopped chuckling.
And rushed over to where Angel walked. "No you don't. Not again. No fair."
"What?"
"You're not locking yourself up in your room again."
"Why not? You don't seem to have a problem with opening the door on me!"
"Oh bah, you're still steaming about that?"
"I was getting changed Collins!"
"Never bothered you before."
Angel shot him a deadpan look. "We were going out before."
"We're going back out now, aren't we?"
Yes! Yes! Yes! Angel shouted internally, but firmed his mouth and snorted. "No."
"But then, what was-and you said-and I-"
"Go away."
Angel started off again for his room.
Collins whirled up and around, blocking him. "Nope. No Roger impressions. It's not healthy."
"Do I look like I care?"
"Do you care about anything these days?"
"What is that supposed to mean?!"
"That I try to be nice. I try to make up with you. I try to make everything all right between us and you're continuing to hold a grudge." Pause. "I thought you loved me."
No, no, weak knees are bad. Collins is an insensitive asshole. Angel, don't you dare…
Angel averted his gaze to the floor.
No fair.
"Have you taken your AZT today Ang?"
No nicknames.
That's not allowed.
Damnit!
"No. The bottle ran out yesterday."
"I thought so." Collins sighed, and pulled out his own bottle, relieving it of two pills and depositing them in Angel's hand, which he had picked up and cupped in his own. "You should've said something."
"How could I? You were too busy yelling at me."
"Well, I would've listened if you had grabbed my shoulders and said: 'Collins, I ran out of AZT and have no car to get to the doctor for more.'"
"You don't have a car either."
"Yeah, but I have money for the bus. You don't."
"Shut up."
"Fine. You know what? Fine. All I do, and you just, I-to hell with it all. Okay Angel? Happy? I'm leaving." Collins turned around sharply and started for the door.
Bad day.
Collins-
"Collins!" Angel shouted out, running back behind him.
He didn't turn around.
Okay, so now he chooses to leave. Great.
"Collins, please…wait…" Angel stopped walking after him and let his hands drop to his sides.
Collins' hand slipped from the doorknob. "Why? …Two seconds ago you wanted me out."
"Well, now I don't. Just-"
"Stay?"
"Yeah."
Collins turned around slowly, a small smile lifting on his face. Brown eyes sparkled slightly, before he looked sheepishly down at the ground. "Then, we're…"
"Going out again?"
"Well, are we?"
"…Only if you want to…"
Tom looked up again, and grinned. Then, on an impulse, he lunged forward and grasped Angel, pulling the transvestite up before spinning him around once. Lips met lips as Collins meshed his mouth against Angel's.
When they finally released, and Angel was placed back down on the ground, he laughed. "Then I guess that's a yes, Collins."
"Ya think?" Tom grinned, and playfully ruffled Angel's hair slightly. Angel wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, gazing into the brown eyes and taking a step back.
And then tripped.
Stupid stupid stupid! Angel thought to himself again, before limply hanging his head.
Collins suppressed a laugh, and held out his hand. "Do you want help up?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Angel?" He gave Angel, a "look."
Angel grimaced, and took the hand, climbing to his feet. "This has not been a good day."
"I noticed."
"Yeah well, I don't like it."
"No one does."
With a sigh, Angel ran thin fingers through his hair and looked back up at Tom. "Do you wanna…watch a movie or something? I doubt I can screw something up then."
"Sure." Collins smiled, and turned to the meager collection of videos. "What does her highness wish to watch?"
"Something with no one dying in it, and enough comedy that I won't be crying by the end."
"How's about Victor/Victoria?"
"Okay." Angel nodded, and slid a bag of popcorn into the microwave and pressed in the time. "You want anything to drink?"
"Do you have, like, a Coke or anything?"
"I've got diet Pepsi."
"Urgh. You're still on that diet?" Collins chided, tsking unhappily.
"Shut up. I'm about three and a half pounds overweight, and I was just trying to work them off."
"And have you?"
"Well, with all the bad luck I've had today, and the amount of chocolate I've eaten, I've probably gained it all back ten fold."
Tom chuckled, and pulled down a wool blanket from the hall closet. "Yeah yeah yeah. Excuses excuses. I still say you look perfect just the way you are."
"You have to say that. And anyway, it's not like you would have even THOUGHT that two hours ago, hm?"
"We were fighting two hours ago."
"And then you opened my door when I was changing."
"Can't you let that go?"
"You opened the door Collins!" Angel laughed, before sliding out a bowl for the popcorn and tossing Tom a can of diet Pepsi.
Which, by the way, is disgusting tasting.
I figured since I was the author I was allowed to put my two sense in for it all.
*Gets slapped by Angel and Collins, who want to get this stupid chapter over with*
Okay, okay. Fine. Jeez, anything for a chance to dim the lights so that they can start playing tonsil hocke-
*Collins attacks her with a curling iron*
Now that isn't right!
*ANGEL attacks her with a curling iron.*
Much better. Now, um, back to the story.
Suddenly, the aroma of burning rubber filled the air.
And smoke began seeping from the cracks around the door of the microwave.
"Oh shit…"
"Is something burni-Jesus Christ Angel!"
The popcorn was burning.
It was black.
And charred.
And-did you know popcorn is flammable? I didn't know that until yesterday. That's pretty cool, doncha think?
Well, I do.
Angel moaned in despair as he tried desperately not to burn himself as he retrieved the smoking, burning bag from the microwave.
For once, he was thankful that he lived in a junky ol' loft without a fire alarm, or it would have been beeping beyond mortal comprehension.
The popcorn was unsavable. I know there's a real word for that somewhere, but I can't remember what it is at this moment, so I'm just saying unsavable. I know it isn't a real word. Wait a tic, didn't I just say that?
It was black.
And charred.
And-oh lordy, I already said that too.
Collins stifled another laugh, and walked over to where Angel was staring at the popcorn with a forlorn look on his face.
A tear slid down the transvestite's cheek.
Then another one.
And another one.
And another one.
Until they were flooding down his face and sliding off of his chin.
Damnit.
Damnit.
Damnit.
Collins took Angel's hands and squeezed them. "I'm sorry baby. But, it's just popcorn. C'mon and watch the movie." We'll give the burnt charcoal time to cool. He thought, but didn't say, for fear of Angel beating him senseless with something heavy.
Or worse yet, making him eat that popcorn.
Gross.
Angel reluctantly sat down on the couch with Collins and leaned up against him, the blanket sitting over the two of them.
The movie played.
But I'm not gonna summarize the movie because it really isn't worth my time. Grrrr…
Finally, the last couple of shots breezed by, and Angel turned off the movie.
The room was completely dark now.
10:19
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Collins smiled, and kissed Angel.
Angel kissed him back.
At least something went right today.
Collins leaned over Angel, pressing him back against one arm of the couch. Angel's arms drifted up in turn to play against Collins' shirt. As kissing heated, so did movements, as Collins was flooded with a wash of familiar passion. The transvestite under him squirmed to relieve his lover of clothing that marred the sense of touch that flooded through their equal veins. Tom's mouth traveled from Angel's lips to his neck, then down lower, licking the warm skin.
Angel moaned.
Collins moved lower, undoing buttons as he went until nothing separated them but skin.
Angel sighed. So close. It was so damn close he could feel it. Collins' hands touched, and stroked the warm, soft skin, purposely teasing the drag queen. Finally, he started the heavier petting, and felt as Angel rose under him in a pre-orgasm.
Close.
Sweating.
Higher.
Nearer.
Hotter.
THUMP!!
Angel had fallen off the couch.
"SHIT!!!!"
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I bless any who
have dared read this entire thing.
For those who
actually enjoyed it, well, you know therapy is always an option. I happen to
like my counselor. We have made some major breakthroughs.
The very, very end. ^_^
