Disclaimer: I do not own Rent
Okay, so Ducky was like I sign off now but I was bored so I made her stay by promising to update. Bwahaha, I am so manipulative, uahaha, etc, etc. So here ya go :D
"Ugghhhh, oh fuck…" Collins' head felt like it was being cracked open with a blunt axe. He had barely been able to sleep on the couch because of the chatter all night, and had fallen asleep with his neck in a very uncomfortable position. And to top it off, the sun was shining brightly right in his eyes. The only comforting thing was the fact that Angel wastucked between his arms. He reached towards the TV tray to find 2 pills already laid out in the tray, and no glass of water this time. He supposed Angel must have put them there. He swallowed them and curled back up, waiting for the medicine to kick in. He nuzzled Angel's neck, pulling her closer, and tried to fall back asleep.
Angel woke to the comforting feeling of Collins nuzzling her neck. She reached her arm back and up to stroke his cheek, and he sighed. She smiled, but decided not to make him get up quite yet, since he was probably tired from being kept up all night by her loud friends. She gently moved his arm off of her and stood up, stroking his hair before she made her way to the stove to make some tea, jasmine for her and green for Collins. She added three sugar cubes two hers and only one to Collins' (he liked his tea rather bitter) and took both mugs over to the tea tray, moving aside a mysterious bottle of aspirin first. She wondered where it had come from. She sat down near Collins' chest and started kissing him, wanting to wake him gently. He moaned and stirred, finally opening his eyes. She pulled away and grinned, holding up the mug for him. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!"
"Mmm, woken by a kiss from a beautiful princess…" Collins took the mug from the tray, taking a deep sip. "Ahh, just the way I like it." He smiled, lacing the fingers of one hand through Angel's as he drank more. When they were both finished, Angel took the mugs to the sink, then lay down next to her lover again.
"So, Collins, what's the plan today? Hang out with Mimi and company? Go see Cha-Cha and Rusty again?" Collins groaned at both options. "Well, we could just stay here and have some fun of our own…" She traced a finger lightly over his chest, pulling him in for another kiss. It was then that she realized that she had forgotten to take off her wig before sleeping and that she still hadn't fed Giacomo. "Shit!" Her wig was probably all messed up now. She pulled it off to assess the damage. It did not look pretty. "Shit, shit, shit!"
"What is it, honey?"
"My wig! Oh, shit!" She raced into her bedroom, grabbing the comb on the vanity and pinning the wig to its foam head. She tried to run the comb through the tangled mess, but to no avail. "Ughhhh… fuck!" She tossed the comb to the floor. "It's hopeless! My favorite wig, ruined." Collins wlaked up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder gently, afraid to make sudden movements. It was then that he remembered the website he had looked at for a wig to give Angel as a present. It had a segment on straightening wigs!
"Angel, I have to go to the library, okay?"
"Okay." She stalked to the bathroom to soak away her worries. Collins grabbed the wig and headed out the door.
It was pretty easy to find the website again and print out the instructions on the library printer. "Don't use a straightening iron." Good, Angel didn't have one. He assumed that was because, well, you weren't supposed to use one on wigs. "Pin the wig to your foam head." He assumed that was the thingy he had unpinned it from. Easy enough. He should go do that now, but first, he needed to get Angel out of the house. Getting Mimi to invite her over would be easy enough. He headed in the direction of Roger's loft.
He let himself in, figuring Mimi and Roger wouldn't be up to anything at this time of day; Roger would be sleeping and Mimi would be cooking. He was right, judging by the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. He walked over to Mimi, who was humming and making a pancake on the hotplate, and tapped her on the shoulder. "G'morning, Roger…" she said as she turned around. "Oh, it's you, Collins. When did you come in?"
"Just a few seconds ago. Anyway, can you get Angel out of the house for a while? I need to do a favor for her." He held up the mass of tangled black "hair."
"Oh, that's not good. But of course I can get her out." She picked up the phone, dialing Angel's number. "Angel-chica! Oh, that's horrible! Yes, that wig was gorgeous. That's too bad. Anyway, do you wanna come to the Life with me and Roger? No, no, we'll treat this time. No, don't bring money, chica, this is my gift to you. Okay, see you there." She set down the phone. "She'll be there in a few minutes. Do you have anything you need to buy? Cause you shouldn't go back quite yet, you might run into her."
"Yeah, I need to get…" Collins looked down at the instructions. "A 2-liter bottle, a meat thermometer, and conditioner." He looked back up o find Mimi with a very puzzled look on her face. "Don't ask."
"Well, you go do that, and hurry!"
"Yes, ma'am." Collins made his way back out the door and headed down to the grocery store."
"Mimi? Who was that?" Roger's voice called groggily.
"Collins. He needed to get Angel out of the house so he could straighten her hair. We're going to the Life."
"Uh… okay. Yeah, that makes sense…" It didn't at all, but he didn't really need an explanation.
After getting the right supplies, Collins finally got back home, and headed into Angel's bedroom to get the foam head and pins. He pinned through the squares of mesh where four dents had been made already from previous pinnings, then carried the foam head and the rest of the stuff into the bathroom. After emptying the bottle of soda into the only vessel on hand, a Tupperware container, he filled it halfway with water, just as the directions said, and set the foam head on top of it. After heating a bottle of water to near boiling temperature, he squirted conditioner onto the wig and poured the water slowly over the wig, soaking it in warm water. As he poured, he gently pulled the comb through the troublesome parts of the wig. When it was totally straight, he left it alone to dry.
When Angel got home, she immediately collapsed onto the couch, still teary-eyed. Collins rushed over to comfort her, holding her close and kissing her temple. "Honey, I've got a surprise for you. It's in the bathroom." Holding her hand, he led her over to the bathtub and lifted the now totally straight wig off of the foam head.
"Oh my god, Collins, you got me a new wig?"
"No, I actually straightened it. All by myself."
"Really? Oh my god, honey, you didn't have to do this for me." She pulled the wig on happily, a grin spreading from ear to ear. She spun around in front of the mirror. "It's hard to believe it's the same wig, now. It's really straight."
Collins fingered the ends of the wig, which normally curled inward but now came straight down to mid-neck. "Well, it's different, but you still look gorgeous, my Angel." He gathered her in his arms, pulling her into a long kiss. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn't know what she had done to deserve such a wonderful man, but she had to have done something really great.
More cute AngelCollins fluff! Wheee! These stories just write themselves; I had no clue what my plot would be. I guess this will be a one-chapter day, which is quite a contrast to my last day, which took 5 chapters. I got the wig-straightening instructions at Katie Bair's Petting Zoo Wigs.