Collins POV (later that night)
I see dresses, boots, wigs, make-up, all beautifully scattered throughout his home. It's so nice and warm in there I could have stayed forever. He wanders joyfully around the apartment, skipping about in the perfect Christmas spirit.
"You haven't wished me a Merry Christmas yet." He gazes dreamily at me, admiring the form of my face while I do the same.
"Oh. Merry Christmas…Angel." I flash a quick smile while sitting carefully down on his blue couch.
"Merry Christmas. I'm sorry it hasn't been so good so far. Maybe we can change that." He disappears into a room, while I look around the entire place. It's so decorative and vintage, everything is drenched in Angel. Little Christmas knick-knacks are hanging all over, including a tiny tree in the corner. There's an ornament in the shape of a heart reading "Love Mimi" in the center, and tacky gold balls covering the rest.
I wait patiently to see Angel's face again, peeking from the room he vanished into, but all I hear is fabric falling to the ground. At last, I see a figure come through the door. Angel is made up in the most gorgeous outfit I have ever laid eyes on. A black, short wig covers her head, and she fashions a red and green skirt. Her tights stick closely to her body, running up and down her legs and complimenting the strong muscles that are underneath them. The blouse she is wearing is also red, but sparkly too. The way the light in the room shines off of them is almost magical.
"Like it?" She giggles. My mouth is glued wide open. I thought the shock of her being in drag was enough, but this is so amazing. She is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I fight for words, unable to express my wonderment.
"Uhh…ye…I…it's so pretty." Pretty is the worst word that could have come out of my mouth. Pretty is the biggest understatement ever. "I mean…it's so stunning. I…you're so beautiful I can't even speak." She jumps up and down squealing, happy to please me.
"Great! I was afraid it would be a shock. But you like it, really?" Her eyes are wide open and glazed over, anticipating a wonderful answer.
"Of course. How could I not?"
"Well, I have a little Santa outfit for tomorrow! I can't wait till you see that one! You're gonna love it." I don't think I've ever seen someone smile as often as Angel has in these past two hours. But every time it is new and fresh. "You want some food? We have some time before Life Support." She walks over the kitchen, opening up the fridge and motioning for me to come to her.
"Umm…sure if it's all right." I hesitate, although I'm starving out of my mind. Apparently something about getting beat up strikes your appetite hard.
"Of course. Anything you want. Name it and I got it." She raises her shoulder up to her chin, crinkling her nose.
"Cereal?" Then her eyes land harshly on me.
"Oh come on. You're telling me you would pick cereal if you could eat anything?"
"Sure." She stares at me, and I slowly melt under the pressure. "Okay, so I would want a sandwich. Ham…and cheese…and lettuce…and maybe some mayo." She squeals in delight and bends over the grab the supplies.
"That's more like it. You want toasted bread?"
"Uhh…no thanks." I slide onto the chair next to the table, and rub my hand slowly over the top. It's covered with dust, and she spots me blowing my hand clean.
"Oh, sorry about that. I don't have much time to clean anymore. Plus I don't get much company. Other than Mimi." She adds the last sentence with a laugh, while slowly lying ham on top of a brown piece of bread.
"No, I don't mind. Not like Roger and Mark's apartment is very clean anyway. I'm used to it." I smile, letting a sigh escape my lips before she brings a plate with a sandwich over and hands it to me. It looks so good, I'm not used to good food in New York. It's usually Cap'n Crunch and coffee.
"Good. Does that look okay honey?" I love how she calls me honey, it makes me feel like I'm important.
"Yea, it looks great."
"Great. Merry Christmas to you."
"It's not even Christmas yet."
"Don't be so negative. You gotta learn to live everyday like it's Christmas." We both smile at each other, and I realize that she's right. Why can't everyday be like Christmas? With Angel, it could be.
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Sorry that took me so long to crank out, especially considering it's so short, but expect short chapters from me here. I love this story, but my baby is "I Have Always Loved You" which is Mark/Roger, and I spend most of my time on that! Read and review! Thanks much guys!
