Chapter Two

Heres the next chapter, sorry it took me such a long time to get it up, but schools been crazy. I hope to get more people reading this. and reviewing. so please review it helps me to know if I should continue writing this or not.

Angel walked own the street. He didn't really have that many bags but he knew that he needed to find a place to live, and quick. It was winter in New York City and the days were getting colder and colder as each minute passed.

Angel starred up into the sky, wondering why everything had happened to him, at this particular moment in his life, Angel didn't fell like living anymore.
His whole life had been trying to impress his father and to do everything his father wanted, and now his father didn't want him, see him or even recognize that he was alive and that hurt so deep Angel couldn't describe the pain.

Angel sat on a bench and brought his bags on his lap, he hugged his bags to protect them like they were a small child.
Angel began to cry silently, he didn't let out one sound just the tears began to fall down his face slowly until they were pouring down his face like a waterfall.

Collins:

Collins threw the text book at the wall, he was so frustrated. He couldn't believe some of the questions that his professors were expecting him and his classmates to answer, they were so Conservative in their questions, and Collins couldn't stand it anymore. Why could people be more accepting of the way some people chose or didn't choose to live their life? Why were people trying to control how others around them lived? It didn't make sense to Collins.

The door to Collins room burst in and his friend Mark came bursting in looking very worried.

"What happened?" Mark asked out of air

"Nothing." Collins answered very calmly

"I heard a bang." Mark said

"Oh that, yeah I threw a text book at the wall. that's all." Collins said looking at the book lying on the floor with shear hatred.

"That's all? Collins you've been like this for a few days now, you throw everything that frustrates you. What's up?" Mark asked

Collins hung his head, he didn't want to tell his friend what was bugging him. Mark had come from a very conservative family, and even though Collins knew how Mark would react to what was going on in Collins head, Collins still didn't want to tell his friend because of the fear of rejection.

"Its nothing." Collins answered

"No, its not nothing. I can tell when things are bugging you, and something's bugging you. So come out with it. What's happening?" Mark said sitting down on Collins bed.

"Nothing, I told you its nothing." Collins said now getting quite mad at the things going through his head and at Marks annoying behavior.

"Ok whatever." Mark said, he got up and started to walk out of the room, he paused hoping that Collins would stop him from walking out of the door and tell him what was bugging him.

Collins was left alone in his dark room, there was no sunlight coming from his window, the only light was the lamp that hung above his desk, only enough light to do some work on his desk.
Collins was frightened. He couldn't concentrate in class anymore and he wasn't feeling depressed, nothing he wrote or did felt satisfying to him. There was only one thing on his mind, sexuality.

Collins all through high school went and dated the greatest girls, he had sex a few times but the entire time he was trying to just get it up. He couldn't, at least not when a girl was around but guys could, and in the most inconvenient times and places. Collins tried not to make it look like he was turned on by men, because he himself did not want to know that he was attracted to the same sex. Collins had been in denial about his sexuality ever since he was 12 and Collins was sick and tired of trying to convince himself and the world around him that he wasn't gay. Collins was gay, and there was nothing else to say about the issue. And yet Collins still wouldn't tell the world, not even his best friends could know.

Angel

Angel starred at the horrible apartment building in front of him, prostitutes were standing by the entrance hoping to get picked up by the next guy passing in a car, or by walking by. Drug dealers were getting deals down just outside the door. Angel took one step to the hotel and kept on walking.

A prostitute with long blonde hair and the skinniest body that Angel had ever seen walked up to him.

"Hey honey, you want some pleasuring tonight?" the prostitute asked

"Uh…um…" Angel didn't know what to say, he had never been approached by such a woman, he grew up in a house that didn't even speak of prostitution unless some government official was caught with a prostitute, and then usually it was just his father that argued against the way of life that prostitutes lived, not even saying anything about the government official and his wrong doings.

"No thanks." Angel said quietly.

The prostitute walked away and joined her group of fellow prostitutes. Angel just walked up the stairs to the door and walked in. Angel approached the desk cautiously. Angel pressed down on the bell and a very greasy man popped his head up from under the desk.

"Yes?" The man asked

"I'd like to get a room please." Angel said shyly

"You? Kid, your to young to get a room here."

"There's a age limit?" Angel asked

"no, but why would you want to stay here?" The man asked, his eyes looking Angel up and down

"I need a place to stay." Angel replied "I have money."

The man walked to the wall behind him where many keys hung. the man took a key down from the wall and handed it to Angel.

"Your on the third floor, room 346, Rent is 100 dollars a month. Be careful kid." The man said

"Thanks." Angel said as he began to climb the stairs to the third floor.

Collins

Collins walked down the block.
He needed some air, to clear his mind and to get the courage up to tell his friends that he was gay.
Collins didn't know where he was going, he couldn't go far. It was getting dark out and Collins knew all to well that being out after dark in these parts of town meant you ending up in the hospital with serious or even permanent damages.

That was another reason Collins didn't want the world to find out he was gay. Gay men where he lived was just another word for "easy target" or "wimp man". And Collins didn't want to be known as either of those things, Collins was scared for his life already and being gay would just double his fear.

Collins looked at his watch, 9:30 at night, the gangs started coming out at this time. Collins began to head home, to tell his friends."

Angel

Mark looked at Roger and Benny. Roger was strumming on his guitar and Benny was doodling on a piece of paper. Mark was surprised that his two friends hadn't said anything about Collins weird behavior.

"Have you guys noticed anything weird about Collins lately?" Mark asked

The two looked up, looked at Mark as if he was insane.

"Not really..why?" Benny asked

"Well he seems depressed a lot lately ,and I'm starting to get worried. I've asked on several different occasions what was bugging him but he wont tell me. I think all three of us should talk to him." Mark said worried about all three of his friends now, Benny and Roger for their selfishness and Collins for his depressed behavior.

"Yeah, I guess your right. He has been acting too depressed lately." Roger commented "Maybe we should talk to him about it, ask him what's up."

"Thank you, ok so when he gets back we're all going to talk about it?" Mark asked

The two roommates nodded in agreement and went back to their things.

Angel

Angel looked at his room, there was a bed and a very small kitchenette and one chair. That Angel was sure he didn't want to touch. Angel was sure he didn't want to touch the bed, let alone sleep on it.

Angel took a deep breath and put his things down. If this was going to be his life now, he might as well get used to it right? Angel walked over to the bed and flipped it over. Opened his bag and put on his own sheets, one thing his mother had taught him was to never sleep on spoiled sheets and Angel knew that he couldn't sleep on the sheets already on the bed unless he wanted some kind of illness.

Angel took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

"This is it. Your home." Angel said to himself.

Collins

Collins stepped into the loft, and saw all three of his roommates sitting on the couch and chair looking as if they were waiting for him.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Collins asked taking off his jacket and hanging it on the chair and sat down beside Mark.

"Collins we're worried about you, and we want you to tell us what's happening with you lately." Mark said

Collins was surprised. He didn't expect for them to bring up the issue, he thought it would be all him. Gathering them and announcing that he was gay. This was unexpected.

"Well. ok." Collins said

His friends looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I've been lying to you all for a very long time, I've been lying to myself for even longer."

Collins took a deep breath, this was it. The moment he had been dreading for quite some time. His friends all looked at him, now more curious then ever.

"I'm gay. And have been for a long time." Collins said

He didn't look at his friends, he just closed his eyes and waited for the next thing.

"That's it?" Roger asked

Collins opened his eyes and looked at his friend, blonde haired, guitar playing Roger Davis.

"Yeah." Collins said surprised

"Cool." Roger said and he began strumming his guitar