Allo, this is cordyangel. I realize, I was a bit antisocial when I first posted. So, here's everything that should've been done in the first chapter, but wasn't.

I'm cordyangel. I've written a lot of fanfiction, but am now focusing on broadening my fandoms. I've written Harry Potter stories and a Hannibal story too. I'm currently working on two RENT stories, one Aida story, and one Girl With A Pearl Earring story. I write when I'm inspired and when I'm inspired I write an insane amount of stuff. But life is sort of hectic right now, with two plays and too many dance commitments to keep track of. But I'm on vacation for another two days so, who knows what will happen? So…enjoy this story!

Pairings: A/OC, M/B

Warnings: Language. Not much sex though.

Disclaimer: Mark, not in my basement. Collins, not in my closet. Roger, not in my cupboard underneath my stairs, and even if Angel could fit into my purse for easy transportation, he's not. Why? Because I don't own them.

Chapter 2: Of Pasts and Futures

"My first boyfriend's name was Angelo," Angel said, sliding down into the cushions of his couch. "Funny huh, Angel and Angelo," a weak smile flitted across his lips. "My parents didn't find it so funny," he admitted. "They kicked me out of the house when they caught us making out on his couch."

Mimi drew in a breath. There was a huge difference between running away and being kicked out. It was hard to imagine her parents actually forcing her out of the house. "That's awful," she murmured, taking a sip of the now warm apple juice.

"No, that's life. And that was two years ago. I had nowhere else to go, so I came here. Started drumming on street corners."

"You really make enough to support yourself by drumming?" Mimi asked, incredulously looking around. "I barely made enough waitressing and bagging groceries to rent an apartment, let alone furnish one." Then again, I was also caring for a deadbeat, she reminded herself. Surprisingly, it was the first time since Angel had asked about her boyfriend that Mimi had thought of them. And that had to be hours ago.

"A lot of this stuff is secondhand," he waved his hand around the room. "And I also do some odd favors here and there."

"Odd favors…?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, letting her insinuation sink in.

Angel burst out laughing. "Odd gardening favors. I worked for a nursery when I was younger. I'm especially good at tree trimmings."

Mimi nodded slowly. "I'm sure you are," she said seriously.

He had the decency to look scandalized. "Aren't you the nymphomaniac," he said, throwing a pillow at her head, which she gracefully dodged.

Instead of giving an actual reply, Mimi just stuck her tongue out at Angel before burying her face into the blanket he'd given her.

"So," Angel changed the subject. "You waitress."

Mimi nodded. "And I'm the best damn grocer this side of 14th street."

"And is that what you want to do with your life?"

Mimi was silent for a moment. "Shit Angel, of course not. No one wants that forever."

"So what do you want to do?"

Mimi took a deep breath, allowing herself to remember back to when she'd actually had goals and ambitions. "When I was little, I wanted to be…a lawyer. A family lawyer. I wanted to help people."

"And what do you want now?" He asked gently.

"Now?" She gave a little laugh. "I'd settle for being a dancer."

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They went to sleep soon after that, Angel giving up his room and sleeping on the couch. As Mimi snuggled into the sheets on which she could already detect the distinct smell of Angel, she forgot about Ricky, about her parents, about her two dead end jobs, about all her shit and just slept sounder than she had in what seemed like forever.

Mimi awoke to the sound of sneakers tapping on a hard surface. What time is it? Where am I? She glanced around confusedly. Then she remembered, the fight with Ricky, the moving out, the bunking with a complete stranger.

"Mimi!" Angel called from the living room. "Unless you want those pancakes I'm planning on feeding you today to go straight to your thighs, I suggest you get your fabulous ass in here!"

"Mmhhh," she replied. Judging by the position of the sun, it wasn't even six yet. "I'm not awake."

"Now that's a lie," Angel said in his inhumanly chirpy voice.

"Yes I am," Mimi insisted.

"Okay," Angel pretended to give up, but not without one last wheedle. "But I heard they're hiring at some club, the Flower Patch or the Cat's Meow, or whatever and you wouldn't want to be jiggling during your audition…"

"Ugh," but Mimi got out of bed and danced around with Angel as if there was no tomorrow.