A/N: Chappie 2, YAY! Mark's thoughts after he leaves the club and returns home, also the confrontaton he finds before he gets there.*grin*I'm doing evil things to poor Markie, but since I can't have him Angel might as well.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, don't sue, I'm broke.

Angel and...
By ME
Mark walked away from Rainbow Connection, the drag club where he had just spent the last six hours with the incredible Angel.(Author Interruption: at this point Mark doesn't realize that he is going to spend the next year tryng to cope with everythin, don't ask what everything is, cause i'm not sure yet, just thought i'd let the reader in on it before tell Markie, who is currently bound and gagged in my closet, cause he objected to the idea of him and Angel *grin*, anyway, enjoy) How could I have done that? Mark asked himself on his way home. He couldn't belive that he had just spent six hours hanging out(making out) with a drag queen. He wasn't even aware that he had any homosexual tendencies, but Angel's embrace had changed that. Mark suddenly became very aware of how deeply the beautiful queen had touched his heart. Mark groaned out loud, wondering how he was going to explain his lateness to his extremely homophobic roommate without getting screamed at and berated. He was thinking up excuses, when he felt a hand on his shoulder spinning him around. He looked into the anger-filled eyes of his roommate. Mark began to sputter out the first excuse that came into his head, but the other man silenced him with a slap in the face.
"Fuck, Mark!! Where the Hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you. I was worried sick about you, I mean you go out saying you'll be home in an hour, then you don't come home for God knows how long!" He screamed in Mark's face.
"Shit, Benny! You didn't have to hit me, I went out for a drink and started talking to someone. I got distracted and lost track of time," Mark was near tears, he always got like that when he was tired, and he was very tired.
Benny looked at his roommate, and decided to not press the issueuntil Mark had gotten some sleep. He put his arm around the young filmmaker and led him to the apartment that his(Benny's) parents paid for. On the way to their apartment both of the young men were lost in there own thoughts. Mark was thinking about Angel, and how he was going to convincingly explain his absence to Benny, he knew the losing track of time wasn't going be enough. Benny was wondering about what was wrong with Mark, he had known the filmmaker since first grade, and he had never seen Mark act like this. Distracted, lost in thought, and tired beyond belief, the two didn't notice the sound of high heels clicking on the sidewalk or the voice that was calling to Mark. They didn't notice the drag queen until he caught up with them and grabbed Mark's shoulder.
"Mark, you forgot this at the club," Angel panted out of breath. He caught the look of fear on Mark's face, and the look of disgust on the other man's face, he understood immediately. The other man was the homophobic roommate Mark had mentioned, and Mark was terrified of what he would think if he knew where Mark had spest the last few hours, he added hastily,"And the girl you were talking to asked me to give you her number." Angel dug threw his purse for a penn and the notepad he always kept there, coming up triumphant he quickly scribbled 'Angel 555-9987' and handed the scrap of paper and the almost forgotten scarf to Mark.
"Thank you," Mark said, grateful for more than just the return of his beloved stripey scarf.
Benny looked from Mark to Angel, thanking God that his roommate hadn't turned out to be a fag. He was wondering why the drag queen had chased them down just to give Mark his scarf and the number of a girl who was probably a total slut. He was so lost in his musings that he didn't notice that whispered conversation between his roommate and the pretty drag queen. He finally came back to reality when he saw that the queen was walking away and Mark had continued walkin home. He hurried to catch up with the distracted filmfaker, not even paying attention to the fact that he was only about three steps behind him.
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Two days later found Mark sitting in the living room of his shared apartment dialing the number that Angel had given him.
"Hello," said a feminine sounding voice.
"Um...Hi. Is this Angel?" Mark asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. Mark?" Angel asked.
"Yeah. Is this a bad time? I can call back later if you want me to," Mark said in a rush, preparing to hang up.
"No, this is perfect. Actually, I was just thinking about you. Are coming tonight? It would be great to see you again," Angel was sure Mark was going to hang up on him, and was very surprised when Mark answered in with confidence in his voice.
"Yeah. Are you performing? Cause if you are I would like to bring my camera and film it. That is, if it's all right with you."
Angel gigled slightly,"Yes I am performing, and I don't mind if you film my performance."
"Great, I'll be there in at 7. Is that a good time?" Mark asked with a lot more confidence than he felt, his insides were quivering from fear, uncertainty and anticipation.
"7 is perfect. I'll see you then," Angel replied, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
"Until then, au revoir," Mark said to the drag queen that he had already become attached too.
Angel almost dropped the phone, he hadn't expected the filmmaker to speak French to him," Until then," Angel replied, gently setting the reciever back in the cradle. He turned around to survey tha dressing room that had been his home for almost two years, ever since Bella had found him huddled on the sidewalk crying because of the most recent beating from his father(A/N: I will write one about Angel's past, i think I'll call it 'Lost In The Darkness' look for it soon, and now back to the story). He decided not to dwell on tha past, instead deciding to think about the evening that was rapidly approaching. He was thinking about asking Mark to be his steady boyfriend, for some reason he felt that Mark was different than he others he had been with. Angel sighed in perfect contentment, happy with his daydreams, when there was a knock on his door. Angel turned to the door, a little surprised and slightly worried, because no one ever came to his room in the few hours before his performance.
Bella opened the door, and poked his head in,"Hi, honey, can I come in?" he asked uncertainly.
Angel rewarded him with a huge grin, and asked,"And if i said no?
Bella smiled, relieved that Angel had pulled himself out of the funk that had plagued him for the last two days."He called?" Bella asked
"Yup, and he's coming to my performance tonight. Bella, I'm really nervous, I've never done a performance for one before."
"Honey, this is for all your fans, as are all your other performances," Bella said, playing dumb.
"No, Bella, tonight is for Mark, he's filming it."
"Oh, honey, you'll be perfect. Pretend he's not there if you have to."
"I can't the second song in my set is going to directed to him, cause it describes how I feel," Angel said, near tears, all his earlier confidence had vanished.
Bella wrapped his arms around the younger man,"I know the one you mean, I think. "Can't Fight This Feeling," right?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
Bella got up and said he'd be back, pleading business with the bartender. Angel got off his bed, and went to stand in front of the full length mirror that adorned one wall of the room. He was trying to decide on what to where when he noticed his cinnamon-colored wig lying on the floor, his mouth widened in an almost evil grin as the idea solidified in his mind. He might make a fool of himself that evening, but he would have a companion in his humiliation. He bent over to pick up the wig and set back on the stand that it had fallen off of the previous evening, when he had been to tired to put it back properly. After replacing the wig, he went to get the decided outfit from the small closet, an electric blue pleather mini-skirt, matching tank-top, and platform sandals. He always wore skimpy outfits when performing, because the club was always boilng. He continued rummaging through the closet after finding the desired items. He came across a soft pink, knee-length skirt, he grabbed it, thinking this would look perfect on him(i'm not telling who the him is, though you can probably guess), next, Angel found the slightly darker pink halter top that went so well with the skirt. He looks to be about my size, Angel thought, these should fit him. He pulled a pair of pink heels out of the closet, glad that he had decided to get them, even though they were almost a size to big, he had noticed that his intended victims feet were a little larger than his.
Bella came back to Angel's room a few minutes after he had assembled the pink outfit, and laid it across the bed. Angel was sitting in front of the small vanity applying his make up when Bella entered.
"Hey, you,"Bella said with a smile. "Getting ready so soon?"
Angel looked at his watch,"Bella, it's 5:30, Mark'll be here at 7. Oh, I was wondering if you would bring Mark back here when he shows up."
"Okay," Bella replied, and left to prepare for opening.
Angel smiled at his reflection in the mirror, deciding that tonight would be wonderful, even if he did make an ass of himself in front of Mark. He finished his makeup, put on his chosen out fit, and decided to where the wig that he had worn the night he met Mark, it was the color of dark chocolate and hung in loose waves to his waist. He had just finished adjusting the wig when there was a knock on the door. Must be Mark, Angel thought to himself, as he rose to open the door. He was right, Mark was standing on the other side of the door, looking very nervous, but really cute. Angel noticed the camera in Mark's hand, the other was hidden behind his back. Angel moved aside to let the Mark in, wondering what he was hiding. Mark entered and pulled a bunch of flowers from behind his back. Angel blushed and graciously accepted the flowers, then noticing the assortment looked at Mark questioningly.
Mark noticed the look, and knew what it meant, he explained,"Daisies, because they represent the return of spring and the sun, and the day I met you the sun returned to my heart. Sterling roses, because they're beautiful, and so are you. Baby's breath, because it's fragile and easily broken, it takes a very careful touch to not snap the stems, and it's going to take a very careful touch to not break me. I'm feeling very confused right now, so rejection would break my heart."
By this point Angel was in tears, but he smiling, so Mark figured he was okay. Angel pulled Mark into a bear hug, not ever wanting to let go. Mark wrapped his arms around Angel, and they just stood there like that for several minutes, until Angel realized that he had messed up his makeup, and he was supposed to on stage in an hour, and he still had to see if his plan would work. He pulled away from Mark, looking him up and down to measure his size.
"Markie?" Angel asked, hesitantly.
"Yes, dear," he said concerned about Angel's sudden mood shift.
"Would do me a favor? You can say no if you want to."
"What is it?" Mark asked, having no clue what was going on.
Angel grinned at him."Would you dress in drag tonight? And I mean makeup, wig, shaved legs and all of it."
Mark was shocked, but more than happy to do so if it meant that Angel would smile at him again,"Okay, if you really want me to."
Angel squealed with delight and kissed Mark on the lips. He ran over to the bed and, grabbed the outfit he had chosen for the petite filmmaker. He handed Mark the clothes and pointed him in the direction of the adjoining bathroom, telling him where the shaving cream and razors were located. Angel gave him a gentle shove toward the bathroom. Angel sat at the vanity to fix his makeup. Mark emerged from the bathroom half an hour later looking more comfortable in the skirt than any new queen should. Angel stood up and smiled at him, motioning for him to sit at the vanity. Mark sat down and waited for Angel to finish fussing over him. Fifteen minutes later Mark looked at himself, decided he looked good, grabbed his camera and focused it on himself.
"December 15, 7:45 P.M. Eastern Standard Time. Today is the day I admit two things. One)I like boys, especially this one," camera focuses on Angel, who blushes, back to Mark," and two)I like dressing like a girl. I may have to this more often."
Switching off the camera, he turns to Angel, and asks if he's ready for his performance, Angel says he is, and they head for the stage area.

A/N: end chappie two, only cause i'm sick of my Markie muse slapping me in the head.