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I'm excited about the first day of school. I want to go to school…There is something seriously wrong with me.

Okay so I know the only reason I want to go is to see Collins-- I mean Tom. I like his first name it's more…sophisticated. Debonair. Okay, fine. It's different than what his friends call him and I want to be more than just friends. Clever, eh? Thank you very much.

Technically…I've only met him at the orientation. But we've been IMing eachother nonstop, playing 21 questions to learn more about each other. He has an older sister, but she moved to Santa Fe when she got married. He even told me she was more like a mother to him, because his tries to be his "best friend." I've never known that feeling. The only reason my sister acts likes my mother is because my motherrefuses to.

I told him about Mama, and Bonita. And Papa, or what I knew of him before he left. I don't really…talk about him much. But for some reason I feel like I can say anything to Tom. He also knows that, despite my wardrobe, my favorite color is light brown. It's a dark color, but it's different from the rest. Tom even asked me what my idea of a perfect boyfriend was. I inadvertently described him. He described me.

Can youtell why I can't wait to see him? I'm just a little nervous, maybe he's like this with all his guy friends? Well gay guy friends. Really really friendly. Maybe he's just flirt-y. We've established that he is in fact gay, and has a few friends joining him as a freshman. They're straight though, thank God. But he knows people at our school already, and what if he..ditches me?

First Day of School

I stand on the steps of A. Grey Community High School. Ironically, there is an Allison Grey in the incoming freshmen class. Wonder if there's any relation.

I told Tom I'd meet him outside the school twenty minutes before the first bell. It's ten minutes before and he's not here. I knew it. I knew he'd ditch me. He's got his own friends I'm just –

"Angel!"

Thank You Jesus Christ. I see him running towards me, hands full of "Staples" bags.

'I am so sorry I'm late, babe. My mom thought it'd be fun to go school supplies shopping two hours before the first day of school. 'No Day But Today' she always says." He explains, panting.

"No problem, hun. Let's get inside, we'll be late." I link our arms together, smiling stupidly but keeping my cool.

"I love your outfit, Angel."

I'd almost forgotten my outfit: sparkly jeans, white t-shirt with "Love" glittered pink on it, and pink Puma sneakers. And of course, my signature black bob wig with a thick pink headband. I looked hot and I knew it.

"I'm really glad you decided to just be you. The you I lo-like so much.." he says, causing my heart to beat twice as fast.

WOAHWOAHWOAH. He almost said…love? L-O-V-E, el-oh-vee-ee. Be cool, he was probably just distracted by your t-shirt, girl.

"Thanks. I really like you, too."

We spend the next ten minutes finding our lockers, which are pretty close considering how far our last names are from each other, and comparing the schedules we got in the mail.

We have two classes together, and alsolunch. That's pretty good. Except the classes we have together are History and P.E.. P.E. We both have Ms. Kin. She's rumored to be the toughest P.E. teacher around. I'm no wimp, but if I can't do something I really don't want Collins to be there to see it.

The bell rings, and we realize we have to part until History. Which is 3rd period, but nonetheless far away. He kisses my hand (AWWW) and heads off to his first class.

I enter my first class, Math. I'm suddenly very much more aware of how I'm dressed. And of all the people around me. They're staring. Some are laughing, some have a disgusted look on their face that I know all too well. I don't notice the one smile aimed toward me until a girl with big hair and a pretty face sits next to me.

"I love your shirt."

I'm…startled to say the least.

"Thanks, your hair is gorgeous"

She doesn't even look surprised at the lower tone of my voice.

"Thanks, I'm Mimi."

"Hi, I'm Angel."

"That's not a real girl, if you didn't notice." A blonde hair girl behind us whispers to Mimi louder than necessary.

The class erupts in laughter. Where is the teacher?

"Yeah and that's not your real nose, but I'm not saying anything am I?"

I crack up and give Mimi a high five. I've just made a best friend.

"Girls- uh, I mean, students could you please quiet down?" the teacher says, walking into the classroom

"Join me for 6th period lunch?" I write in a note to Mimi, hoping the fates have put us in the same lunch period. She's got to meet Tom.

"I'm there. Meet you at the water fountain." She writes back. I smile. Today is a good, good day.

I'm tapping my feet by the end of 5th period. I can't wait for lunch. And then I realize. Tom's friends will probably be there. Thank God for Mimi. I hate doing these kinds of things alone. Always bring a friend.

The bell for 6th periodrings and I'm out the door. I find Mimi by the water fountain and we link arms and head inside. Tom's sitting by the back with a kid with blonde hair and glasses. Not so intimidating. There's also a guy with shaggy hair and a guitar. Very intimidating. Tom waves us over, and Mimi shoots me a questioning look.

"A friend" I tell her

She "hmphs"

We giggle all the way to the table.

"Hey Angel", Tom says, taking my hand and leading me to the seat next to him.

Mimi "hmphs" once again.

"This is my friend, Mimi." I tell Tom, introducing the "hmph"er.

"Hi, I'm Collins. This is Mark" he says pointing to the kid with the glasses and funny looking camera who waves "And this is Roger" he says, referring to the kid who hasn't looked up from his guitar. Mark smacks him on the head, causing me to giggle and Roger to look up and see Mimi. He puts the guitar away.

"Hi" he says, tactfully, standing up to shake Mimi's hand. This kid must not get out much.

The five of us immediately click. It's like we're supposed to be friends. But it feels like something's missing though.

"Marky!" squeals a curly haired brunette dragging a girl who looks horribly uncomfortable.

"This is Joanne, pookie. She's a new friend!" the girl says, causing Joanne to "hmph." It's such a "hmph"ing day. That sounds like another word. Hah dirty mind, I know but Tom's standing right there and...Oh the girl is introducing herself.

"HI I'm Maureen. Mark's ex." She says.

Mark hides his face.

"Hey, I'm Angel."

We are complete.

Well yeah this is gonna be an AngelxCollins highschool fic that I'll work the rest of the characters into. Cept April. Sorry but I don't like having to put her in and then kill herself so Roger can do Mimi. Not my thing. Benny will come in but not yet. And not in such a lead role. Oh and I'm sorry to MarkRoger fans, but there are a ballion MarkRoger highschool fics and it just didn't work.

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