I'm really sorry about the last chapter, i had a few lines breaking up sections but when i put it into the story on this site it didn't work. So I'm really sorry that it was a little choppy, I didn't mean to do it on purpose.
Here is the next chapter, I'm really happy that you guys are reading and reviewing. In this chapter I'm going to change a few things from the play and movie. Don't get mad at me, its just my way of making things come together.
Angel looked at the girl in front of him.
"So this is her?" He asked his mother beside him
"Yeah." She answered
Angel tilted his head and tried to get a better look at her, she was gorgeous. She had long black hair, brown eyes and the most beautiful skin that Angel had seen. It was a light brown and it shone with a light that Angel had never seen in anyone before.
"Tell me about her." Angel asked his mother
"She's a mix between african american and italian. She works at a music store and she drums. She was kicked out of her house at the age of 12 and has been living in Alphabet City ever since."
Angel closed his eyes. He was silent for a moment, and his mother started to worry about him. She wanted this to be perfect for Angel and Collins. Everything had to be perfect.
"Anything wrong?" Angels mother asked
"Only one thing, she's a woman." Angel said blankly
Angel opened his eyes and looked at his mother. He watched his mother close her eyes, he knew that his sexuality was a problem with her. It always had been, ever since he was a young teen, his sexuality was the reason he had been kicked out of his house in his middle teen years.
Angel also wanted Collins to be comfortable, he wondered that if Collins found out that this beautiful woman was him, Angel, would Collins be comfortable with this woman?
"It has to be perfect." Angel said out loud, thinking to himself.
"It will be." His mother answered
"I hope it will be." Angel whispered to himself and looked back at the girl "Good luck." He said to the girl, he knew that she couldn't hear him but that didn't matter to him.
Mark and Collins
Mark looked at Collins from the other side of the window. His friend was sitting on the balcony, his head in his hands and his body shaking, with the cold and the loss that he had just experienced.
Mark slowly made his way outside to Collins side.
"Collins. i need to ask you something." Mark said
Collins looked up, his face tear stained and red.
"What?" He asked, his voice shaky.
"Would you consider moving in with me? I mean, we're both without... our friends. And I worry about you being alone in that apartment." He said looking straight into the eyes of his friend.
Collins turned away from his friend. He looked out onto the cold city, the rains mist hung in the air. He didn't know what he should do. Collins had been wondering about moving away.
"I was thinking about moving." He said to Mark
Mark looked at his friend.
"Don't run." Mark pleaded
Collins could tell in Marks voice that he wanted the best for him. Collins knew that Mark and all his friends, even though the friendships had fallen apart, that they were all worrying about him and his safety.
"I'm not going to run." Collins said "Just escaping."
"Thats worse. Is this how you deal with things Collins? You get dumped, or someone dies and you run? This is exactly what you did last time." Mark said
"I got a job!" Collins protested
"That's an excuse. You run, you know you run. Everyone that knows you, knows you run. Collins thats not how you deal with things, its just not good for you. It tares you up even more when you run. Because the problem doesn't leave, it just follows you. And I know that you try and get away from it but it always follows you, and it will never leave you. No matter what you do!" Mark said, his worry and temper rising "Angel died for love. He died for you, he died for us. He loved you like I've never seen anyone love a person. And your just going to run from his memory? Then if thats the man you are, then Angel must have been wrong about you."
Mark went back inside the loft. Collins was left to himself, his tears were pouring out. His sobs could be heard from the street below him and he shook. Mark was right, Collins had run the last time.
Collins got up, wiped away his tears and followed Mark into the loft.
"I run. I know I run. I loved Angel. Angel was my life, is my life. He will always be my life. And yes, All I want to know is why he loved me. Why did he choose me? Why me?" Collins broke down on the couch.
Mark ran to his friend and sat beside him, wrapping his small weak arms around the older and bigger man. To Collins it was the blanket he needed.
"He loved you because you are a strong person. You look tough but your a beautiful person under neath. Your strong, you keep this family together. Angel loved you because he needed someone in his life that was like him. Full of love and life. Someone to be partners with, to hold. He loved you because you are amazing!"
Collins and Mark held each other. Collins shook with his tears and Mark cried with his friend.
"He still loves you." Mark whispered into his friends ear.
Anastasia
The girl walked down the street. She was cold and hungry. She hated her job, she hated her landlord, and she hated being alone.
Every night, she would please men. Every night she was paid for what she did, and she still felt alone. Pleasing men was not pleasing for yourself.
She stopped and looked up at the sign above her Cat Scratch Club it read, she took a breath in
"Come on, you can do this. You just want a better job, anything to get off the streets." She said to herself, trying to motivate herself.
She opened the doors and walked into the darkly lit strip club. She stood by the bar not really knowing what to do, who to ask for a job. When a man popped his head up from behind the bar, he looked at her.
"We're closed." He said
She looked at him, startled by him. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and took a deep breath.
"I was wondering if there were any job openings." She said "I came to see the manager."
He looked at her. She was beautiful, long black hair and beautiful brown eyes.
"Well lets talk then." He said "Let's go sit at a table. Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked
"A beer would be good." She replied
"Ok, I'll meet you at that table over there in a minute. I'll just get us our drinks."
She walked over to the table, her hips waving with each step she took, he watched her.
She sat down in one of the chairs and looked around, there were 3 levels of stages. It looked like a decent place to work.
He came and sat down beside her, he put her beer down on the table in front of her, and she picked it up and took a sip.
"My name's Gerry, I'm the manager. And what's your name?" He asked
"Uh... my name is Anastasia" She replied
"Well Anastasia. You're in luck, one of my girls left me to go to rehab and I need a replacement. Come tonight at about nine and you can hang out with a couple of the girls. And at the end of the night, if you still want to work here. Then you got a job." Gerry extended his hand and Anastasia took it.
"Thank you very much." She said
Collins
Collins tossed and turned in his sleep. He was moaning and mumbling words in his sleep.
Collins was standing in a bright red room, its walls were decorated with roses, they looked to be hanging off the walls as if by magic. He looked down, the floor was white and it had rose petals all over it. Collins looked at himself and realized he was wearing exactly what he was wearing the day he met Angel in the alley.
He reached up and touched his face, he felt something wet, and when he looked at his hand he realized that the wetness on his face was blood.
He was bleeding like the night he had met Angel.
"Looking for me?" A voice all too familiar said from the other side of the room.
Collins looked up and saw Angel. He was dressed in a mini layered white skirt and the red jacket that he had been wearing the night they had met.
"Angel." Collins whispered amazed that his lover was standing in front of him.
"Yeah." Angel whispered back
Angel ran into Collins arms and the two lovers embraced. Angel kissed Collins neck and Collins breathed in the scent of Angel.
"I've missed you." Collins said into Angels ear.
Angel looked at his lover, and smiled. The two shared a kiss and then looked at each other.
Without warning Angel broke free of his lovers arms and stood there a foot away from the man that had been mourning him and would always mourn him.
Collins took a deep breath in, and looked at his lover.
Collins took a step to Angel and took him in his arms, he held him.
"Anastasia." Angel whispered into Collins ear.
Collins woke up, he was in Rogers old bed. He was still dressed and he got up and walked to the door.
He walked out of Rogers room and into the loft. Mark was across the loft, the screen pulled down from the ceiling and a image of Angel danced across the screen.
"Hey, I think I'm going to go out for awhile." Collins said to Marks back
Mark turned around and nodded "Ok, I'll see you later."
Collins grabbed his coat, the coat that Angel had bought him and put it on, and walked out of the loft.
He walked out onto the street. And began walking towards his apartment.
"Anastasia." He whispered to himself 'what did you mean by that, Angel?' he thought to himself.
Collins wondered about the name, and why it applied to him, or if it applied to him.
