A/N: Yay! I love this part in the movie, and I hope I can do it justice. Thank you guys so much for the reviews. I love them so much, and they make my entire day. XD

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson…

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Collins' POV

We glide casually off of the subway, making our way up the stairs to the freezing cold streets. If only I had a jacket. Angel walks beside me, her short skirt blowing in the breeze. The neon tights she sports cling to her legs, and the pattern stretches out over her knees.

Roger and Mark slip in front of us, when Angel scoots closer to my body. I feel her jacket rub slightly against my arm, and she glances over to flash me a smile.

"Guys, I gotta go. I'm gonna be late for Maureen's sound check." Mark explains, and grasps Roger's coat between his fingers. "Here, you can help me." They walk into the street, leaving just Angel and I. I dig my hands in my pockets and shiver.

"Bye." Angel waves, turning to look at me.

"It's cold." I smile, hoping she will offer some help.

"Come on." She nods her head to the side, and we continue down the street.

Live in my house

I'll be your shelter

Just pay me back

With one thousand kisses

Be my lover, I'll cover you

Her smile reins me in, leaving more goose bumps on my skin than I thought possible. She's given me courage by saying the words I've been longing to say.

Open your door

I'll be your tenant

Don't got much baggage

To lay at your feet

But sweet kisses I've got to spare

I'll be there, and I'll cover you

I put my hand shaking hand out, and she slowly entangles our fingers together. The cold has disappeared, now all I feel is Angel's warmth.

I think they meant it

When they said you can't buy love

Now I know you can rent it

A new lease you are my love

Our feet move faster beneath us, passing quickly by street vendors and wandering citizens.

On life

Be my life

I grasp firmly onto her hands, swinging her beneath my arms in a twirl. Her light chuckles ring in my ears, and she brushes a piece of hair out of her face. The brown bag on her back presses against my chest, most likely containing drumsticks and make-up.

Just slip me on

I'll be your blanket

Wherever, Whatever

I'll be your coat

We spot a rack of coats, all shapes, colors and sizes, against the metal chain link fence. Angel's face lights up, and she takes hold of a brown leather coat. Taking it carefully off the hanger, she holds it up for me.

You'll be my king And I'll be your castle

She slips it over my shoulders, and I hop a little to fit it perfectly.

No, you be my queen And I'll be your moat

I hold out my hand, ready for her to take it when she pulls money out of her pocket. She gracefully gives it to the bum, nodding in approval. At last she accepts my grip, swinging our hands together. I want to say thank you in so many ways, but I know she doesn't need to be thanked. Angel gets joy from helping people.

I think they meant it

When they said you can't buy love

Now I know you can rent it

A new lease you are my love

On life

All my life

Her grip becomes tighter, squeezing rough, yet gently onto my hand. I pull her down the street, running past trees, birds, people, and our old lives.

I've longed to discover

Something as true as this is

So with a thousand sweet kisses

If you're cold and you're lonely

I'll cover you

With a thousand sweet kisses

You've got one nickel only

I'll cover you

I lean in close to her, feeling her chest press warmly against mine. Her breath is warm, as it moistly touches my nose and connects with my own cold breathing. Her fingers, covered with chipped blue nail polish cling to my new jacket, one of the many gifts she has given me over the past two days.

With a thousand sweet kisses When you're worn out and tired

I'll cover you

With a thousand sweet kisses

When your heart has expired

I'll cover you

Oh lover, I'll cover you

Yea

Oh lover, I'll cover you

Our bodies are centimeters apart now, spinning with the speed of the wind and exchanging warmth. My hands rise up to her face, one hand on each of her tinted cheeks, and my face leans forward to her lips. The last things I see are her eyes closing, preparing to connect with my mouth in a kiss. Finally a kiss. For an eternity we are stuck at the mouth, soaking in all the pleasure and love that comes with our first kiss. Breaking from her lips is perhaps the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but a breath is essential. I can finally feel her fingers on my arms, sliding slowly up and down. When my eyes rise open, I see hers smiling back at me. My mouth slips open, in a wide, pleasant grin. Our laughs collide, and I touch her nose lightly with mine.

"Finally." She sighs, and pecks me on the cheek before leading me down the rest of the street. Now, for all I care, we could miss Maureen's show. I would rather stay home with Angel for the rest of my life.

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Notes: Is it okay? Did I do all right? I hope it's okay that I added that last piece of dialogue, I always imagined Angel saying something after their amazing and sweet kiss! Hope ya liked it, so review and tell me what you thought! Thanks much XD