Angel couldn't figure out how she got home. She thought she was going to get hit by car, but she figured no one would be able to miss a hysterical transvestite jaywalking. Her arms were crossed across her chest, as if she were trying to keep in the tears that were forming and flowing down her cheeks. Her mascara was running lightly, and she could feel it stick to her face. She finally found the apartment building, and was in one piece. She walked to the elevator, and kicked it open. She stood in the elevator, freezing, as its chain-linked doors shut. She looked at the cement walls, thinking about how painful it would feel when she bashed Adam's head into it. Yeah, he could LOVE a NORMAL gay guy, but he hated transvestites. She bet that sicko even liked drag queens. Angel 'hmphed' at the thought. She was getting very hostile, and her heart started to beat a mile a minute when the doors to the elevator finally opened to her floor. She stomped out of the elevator, and walked right to her loft door. She jiggled the handle. That asshole locked the door. She took a key from her pocket, and jammed it into the keyhole. She clicked it open, and the door open so violently, that it almost came back to hit Angel in the face.
She looked in, with absolute anger, her mascara running down the angry lines formed on her face, defining them. Collins was on the couch, holding Adam, comforting him. He had heard the door slam open, and turned around. When he saw the walking conniption at the door, he immediately let go of Adam. It was too late. Angel marched over to Collins. He stood up, trying to see what was wrong with her, but before he could say a thing, Angel took the hardest right hand swing to Collins' jaw that she could muster. Adam was crying on the sofa, and he looked like he had been so for a while. Collins was down, holding his jaw in his hand. Angel was pretty petite, but if she wanted to enough, she could do some serious damage.
She looked at Adam, who was on the couch, completely astounded by what just happened. Angel didn't know if she wanted to hit him or not. She wished she hadn't of contemplated this, because Adam stood up, and looked into her eyes, wondering them. What the hell is this boy doing? Angel thought to herself. She backed away, but before she could, Adam grabbed her arms and kissed her.
Angel was taken by complete shock. She had no idea what was going on. This boy, who just hours ago had run away from her appearance was trying to make-out with her. That wasn't going to fly. WOAH, was that his tongue? Damn boy…that's not right. Before she could think too much more on the subject, Mark ran into the room, panting, and caught Adam and Angel kissing. Well, more like Adam was molesting Angel with his mouth. When Angel saw the boy at her door, she threw Adam off of her, and ran over to Mark. She needed answers. Collins stood up, and ran over to Angel, who spun around to look at him, completely forgetting that he was there. She advanced on her lover and growled. He cautiously took a step back, knowing she was going to hit him. He was infact right. She lifted her one leg quickly, and kicked him in the stomach, and Collins flew back to the ground.
"Angel, stop it!" Collins shouted, holding his stomach, thanking God she wasn't wearing her big black pumps, or her stilettos.
"You sick, twisted asshole!" She screamed. She stomped over to him, and Mark grabbed her arms, not wanting to see Collins die by transvestite. Mark was indeed stronger than Angel, but she was giving a good fight. "You invited a FREAK to my house. You think you can play around with my heart. Cheating on me in my own house, and then I come back, and he tried one on me!" She screamed. "You must be out of your mind Thomas Collins!" She roared, still crying hysterically, her wig a mess now.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…Angel!" Collins said, and stood up, but kept his distance. "I am NOT cheating on you, what on earth gave you that idea?" He asked her, and she gave him the ultimate look of anger. "I'm not doing anything with Adam…it's YOU he wants." He told her, and Angel's jaw dropped. She, still being restrained by Mark, looked over at the other blonde boy on the couch, who was blushing, and looking at the floor. She looked back at Collins, still dumbstruck.
"What?" She asked him softly, her voice cracking from yelling so much. Collins took in a deep breath.
"Angel…Adam…Adam likes transvestites." He told her honestly. Angel looked up at him, and she felt very, very stupid about what she had done, and very guilty. She stood up straight, and pulled her arms from Mark's grip. She wiped her eyes clean of the dripping mascara, and fixed her wig, and walked over to Adam, who looked more embarrassed than she did.
"Is that true?" She asked him, as she kneeled down infront of him. He nodded, and sighed.
"Yeah…it's true…" He told her. "I'm sorry Angel, I shouldn't have done tha-" He was cut off because Angel, Miss Bipolar, was hugging him.
"Shh…it's okay sugar." She told him softly, and rubbed his back. Collins and Mark stared at each other.
"I need to get her on a medication." Collins said, and sighed, Mark just sort of laughed. This was going to be a long Christmas. Mark shook his head.
"Alright, Adam, I have your things in my room. Why don't you come down, and we can fix up Roger's room for you?" Mark asked him, figuring that Angel and Collins needed to be alone. Or at least, Angel needed another good cry, and some sweet kisses that he was sure Collins could provide to her. Adam stood up, letting go of Angel, and she looked up at him. She stood up, and waved at Mark and Adam as they left. Adam gave her one last look, and closed to door, and disappeared. Collins looked at Angel, who had just sighed, and went to busy herself, by arranging the cushions on the sofa, that had been thrown about during her fit. He shook his head in confusion, and walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear, and she turned around, and looked at him. She didn't say anything; she just looked into his eyes, and looked at his face. Collins leaned his forehead on hers, and she looked down at the ground. He placed a finger on her cheek, making her smile lightly. She forgave him silently, as she tried to forgive herself. Her hands crept up his chest, and made their way to rest on the back of his neck. He softly kissed the bridge of her nose, and she looked up at him.
"How's your jaw?" She asked him softly, and he laughed lightly, just holding her close to him.