His eyes glazed the mirror. Her eyes glazed the mirror. Beautiful. And absolutely perfect. Angel straightened the last few strands on her wig, and smiled at her reflection in the wall mirror. She looked amazing, and absolutely shocking, if you had only seen her before. His short curly hair was replaced by her long blonde wig with bangs. His old tattered sweats replaced by her stunning outfit, a tight white turtleneck, a skimpy white skirt, thick white nylons, with matching legwarmers, and white stilettos. His tired and pale face was replaced by a pound of make-up, light blue eyeliner, light pink lipstick, and just a tint of blush. She looked like an angel, missing her wings. She gave herself one last spin, and looked at her butt. She sighed, thinking it was huge or something. It was actually impossibly to have a big butt if one were to wear the skirt Angel wore, but there she was. Not a cheek out of place. (Oh God kill me.)
She was content at her image, minus her butt, so she opened the door of the bathroom slowly, and walked gracefully out of the room. She peered down the hallway, and heard voices, Collins and Adam, good, absolutely perfect. She cleared her throat, and walked over to them, pretending like she needed something in the kitchen. She walked past them, the clicking of her heels attracting the attention of the men, and they looked right at her. Collins gave her his usual catcall, making Angel smirk, and do a little spin. This was a normal little thing they did; quick way for Collins to not hear the 'does this make me look fat?' that he dreaded hearing, since he could never find the answer that she wanted to hear. She giggled, as he stood up to check her out close up.
"Angel baby, where'd this come from?" He asked, just staring down at her, checking out ever inch of her, including her butt, which he was in absolute love with. He thought Angel was actually mentally insane everytime she called it gross.
"I'm allowed to shop when you're out of the house." Angel said, and giggled, as Tom's hands wandered down her back, and grabbed her plump little toosh. Angel squealed, and pushed him gently. "Hey! Stop that, not now at least, you have company.' She said, blushing and giggling, and looked at Adam, and snorted at his expression. The actions done in the past minute at the Schunard loft was a very usual and common one, but, apparently, Adam wasn't too used to this kind of thing. His eyes were huge, but he didn't look at Angel. His face was shocking and confused. He thought when Collins said his boyfriend was flamboyant, he thought, metrosexual, tight pants, and an unbuttoned shirt. He did not think that Angel was a transvestite. He was certainly surprised by her outfit.
Collins noted the look on his new friend's face, and smirked. He walked over to him, and smirked. "What's going on man? You okay?" He asked him, and laughed. Adam looked up at him for a moment, and gulped.
"Can I talk to you for a moment…alone?" Adam asked Tom softly, and his eyes averted to Angel, and back down at Collins. Angels just held her hands together, and smirked successfully, as her body swayed innocently. She was looking at the ceiling, as if she had no idea what was going on. Tom looked at his Angel, and then back at Adam.
"Sure, come with me." He said, and he walked down the hall to his bedroom. Once they were gone, and it was safe, Angel grinned happily, and plopped down on the couch. She felt bad, but she had won. Now, don't get her wrong, Angel was a real sweetie, always thinking of people before herself, but it was a tad different when it came to her and her Collins. She didn't want the boy on the street, but if she could get him out of her loft, she'd be perfectly fine. She did feel a bit guilty, but her Collins would take care of it. He wouldn't do anything stupid, like throw him out on the street. Of course not, he would just send him kindly to Mark's. Aw…the one good thing about homophobia, being able to get people away from you. Oh that was terrible Angel! Why'd you go and think that…wow, this whole thing had made her think of a lot of cruel things. She was acting completely off her rocker. What was wrong with her? Oh God, this was terrible. All the boy wanted was a place to stay while he got settled in New York. Poor baby. She really hoped Collins would do his best to calm him down. She was of course, wrong.
Collins walked out of his room angrily, but didn't make it too obvious. Angel knew there was something wrong immediately. She walked over to him, and put a hand on his arm. "What's the matter sweetheart?" She asked him softly. He grunted, and looked down at her. There was a special spark in his eyes. It was a bit depressed and worried. She knew something was wrong, and she wanted to know what.
"Nothing." He flat out lied, and he stunk at doing it. Angel's hand went right to her hip.
"Collins, sweetie, you know you can't lie to me." She said softly. "What's wrong?" She asked again.
"Nothing." Collins repeated. "We'll talk about this later." He quickly added, but before Angel could ask a third time, Adam came out of the bedroom, smilingly a bit awkwardly. Angel looked at him a bit confused.
"Well, I should head out. The earlier I start searching, the earlier I'll get a place to stay." He said, and walked out the door. When he had finally left, Angel looked back at Collins, who sighed.
"Sit down baby." He told her softly, and she did, Collins sitting next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and leaned his forehead on hers. "Just let me take care of this. I can do it…I don't want you to worry about anything, not now."
"Collins, what is going on?" Angel asked him, getting worried now.
"Angel baby, it's nothing. You just stop thinking on it, and everything will be fine." Collins said, and the door opened again. The two lovers looked towards the door, and Collins grinned happily when he saw who opened it. All he could see was a 16mm camera, but he knew who was behind it.
"First shot Collins, who has just come home from a week long trip, and it seems he is now going to fulfill his…anticipation, by pleasing himself to a nice slice of Angel-cake." The man said, and laughed to himself, putting the camera down. He was a young blonde Jewish boy, complete with winter jacket, jeans, and a blue and gray scarf. He was Collins' old roommate, this was Mark.
"Mark, you're a sick bastard." Collins smirked, and walked over to him, and grabbed him, hugging him so tight, that he lifted Mark off the ground. Mark laughed softly.
"Missed you too...put me down you deranged man." Mark cried, unable to breathe. Collins laughed, and set him down, and Angel walked over.
"Oh Markie…you haven't gotten used to Tom's bear hugs yet?" She asked him sweetly, and ruffled his blonde hair. Mark just shook his head.
"No, I just wasn't expecting it." He said defensively, and blushed. Angel giggled at him, and grinned. "You're looking a lot better." He commented, and sat down on the sofa. He was referring to the past few days when Angel seemed to be down, because of Collins' absence.
"Well, of course I am." Angel told Mark, and winked at Collins, and sat down on Mark's lap, and ruffled his scarf a bit. "Now that you're here." She teased, and gave Mark a kiss on the cheek, making his blush even redder.
"Hey hey hey hey hey!" Collins said quickly, and grabbed Angel, and she squealed. He knew Angel was joking around, but he wasn't just going to give up without a fight.
"Hey, Collins, the lady knows where her heart is." Mark smirked, feeling like he shouldn't have said that, in fear for his left eye. This sent Angel into a fit of giggles. Mark was such a sport. She was afraid to make him feel uncomfortable, but she was glad he knew that she was just kidding. Collins sat down next to them, and took Mark's camera, and pointed it towards Angel and Mark, filming the two, and Mark sighed.
"Welcome to the Schunard Loft here in lovely New York City," As Collins spoke the last few words; Angel stuck her tongue out in disgust. "We have with us today, Mark Cohen and Angel Dumott-Schunard, the loveliest couple around." He narrated, and Angel wrapped her arms dramatically around Mark, and Mark winced, smiling at her. "Aren't they sweet ladies and gentlemen? Two of the lot's most flamboyant gay guys, and they are in love."
"Hey! There is no gay in this. Angel is clearly a woman." Mark said, but really wanted to defend himself as a straight man.
"And…you are?" Collins teased, and chuckled into the camera.
"Hey, don't tease my Markie!" Angel said, and with that, she kissed Mark playfully on the lips, and Mark laughed as she did so. Collins sighed, and turned the camera on himself.
"Now it's time for me to whip some serious straight boy ass." Collins said into the camera, before shutting it off, and jumping on the couple. He playfully beat up his friend, and Mark laughed, just holding his arms across his face in defense.
"Hey! She came on to me. It's not my fault I'm attractive to transvestites." Mark said, and crawled to the other side of the couch, reaching for him camera again. Angel returned to Collins, and smiled at him.
"Oh, baby, you're such a tough guy." She said, smiling happily, and pouted her lips, in a kissing motion towards Mark and his camera. She loved being filmed.
"Who, me or the camera?" Collins teased her, wrapping his arms around her, and kissed her neck softly. Angel turned her head to face him, and caught his lips with her own, kissing her sweetly. After a while, Mark sighed.
"Just one day I'd like to catch you post-sex…so my camera actually has action on it." Mark said, referring to the fact that his camera had at least four hours of Collins and Angel just making out.
"You want action, then you want during sex, not post-sex." Angel told him, and laughed, Mark making a funny face. "Don't worry Markie, that shouldn't be in a long time…" She told him in a whisper, and Collins blushed lightly, because he was actually thinking the same thing.
"Thanks Ang', I'll keep that in mind when I'm lurching in the toilet later." Mark said sarcastically, and gave a laugh.
"You only say that because you haven't seen her naked Mark." Collins told him, and laid back on the couch. Angel hit him on the chest, and got up from the couch.
"Now I'm going to make some hot chocolate.' She said casually. "And there had BETTER be no problems with milk this time." She said, and walked into the kitchen, leaving Mark a tad confused. He looked at Collins.
"What was that all about?" He asked him, and Collins sighed, sitting closer to him.
"Mark, I've got to talk to you about something." Collins said, and like always, Mark was there to listen, and turned off his camera.