A/N: This is the first thing I wrote when I started writing this story but I thought it would be better for me to start at the beginning. That is my little ditty about this chapter XD.
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson forever
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Collins' POV
"Are you comfortable baby?" Angel throws her arm around my shoulders, around my newly bought leather coat.
"Yea. Thanks." My hand grasps hers, letting it falls from my arms.
"Good." She smiles, the deep red lipstick shining on her thin lips. Our hands grip tightly together as we try to warm each other up.
"Do you know where you're going?" She asks, as I reluctantly turn into an alley.
"Umm…yea I used to live here."
"Okay. Right. Well, honey the performance space is back that way." I look back, and suddenly everything seems so complicated. I could have sworn I was going the right way.
"Oh yea. I remember now." I can see her repress a laugh as she directs me down an unfamiliar road. How could I have completely lost my knowledge of New York after only seven months? My body leans over to kiss her lightly, and I feel her blush rub off onto my lips.
"What was that for?" Her cheeks turn bright read as she grasps at her face.
"For the help. I'd be lost without you." Her smile is so familiar, but it never fails to make me smile along with her.
"Thanks for the kiss." She adds, before taking me all the way to the performance space. It seems to take her only a matter of minutes. Angel always knows where she is going. In life, on the streets, with her relationships, it all seems to make sense for her. Everything fits in her life. Now I am starting to feel like it is rubbing off on me. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect person to be with.
"Anytime baby." I snicker, spreading a wide smile across my lips and wriggling my fingers between hers. "When does Maureen come out, ya think?" I ask her, looking around for a familiar face in the huge crowd of New Yorkers. Some of them are homeless, some rich, some just dragged there by their friends.
"I don't know hun. There isn't really a program for this thing. Whenever she wants to." She answers with sass, and I pull her body into mine. "Collins! What are you doing, come on. We have to find a place close to the stage. Stop…" I connect our mouths together lightly, feeling her lips tense against mine.
"Huh?" My eyes remain closed, my arms wrapped tightly around her whole body. My fingers play with her skirt, flipping it up gently, without exposing too much.
"Never mind…we can find them later. I don't really care if…"
"Collins! Angel! Over here!" I hear a voice yell, and Angel turns her head away from me, sparking a sigh to bombard out of my mouth. Mark jumps up and down in the crowd, summoning us over by him.
"Shit." I whisper, knowing that I can't kiss Angel a lot in front of Mark. It will probably be considered rude.
"Come on, honey. We have to go. He looks about to burst." She giggles, reluctantly pulling me along to Mark. He smirks with joy when we arrive, turning a knob on his camera nervously.
"Hey man." I pull him in for a hug, and I feel his hands grip my back tightly. Mark has never been one for contact, but I am. Feeling someone against me is just a need I suppose.
"Hey." He takes his chance to get away from me, stepping back a few paces and awkwardly smiling. "So, the show is starting soon."
"You make it sound like a play! How fun!" Angel screeches, provoking a loud laugh to burst from my lips. She's pleased to make me happy, and grabs my hand quickly with hers.
"Ya think Benny will be here?" I ask, and Mark shrugs. In a way I want him to come, just to push it in his face. On the other hand, it will probably result in something happening that none of us wants.
"Don't worry about that. We'll have fun no matter what. Right?" Angel smiles, as Mark and I nod in agreement just to please her.
"Is Roger coming?" I ask a question I most likely know the answer to, but who knows? Maybe he'll finally show up to something fun.
"I have no…" Mark begins, when he is interrupted by a loud scream coming from the entrance.
"Angel!" Mimi squeals, and Angel's hand is hastily ripped away from mine to embrace Mimi.
"Mimi!" She replies, grasping onto Mimi's bony shoulders. Roger follows her, opening his arm for a hug from me. Everything feels right. Everyone is happy, and having fun. "Oh my God, you look so good!" Angel compliments to Mimi, and Mimi reaches over to receive a hug from me also. Anyone who is Angel's friend can be mine. Then, a roaring sound beats from the entrance. In comes Maureen on a motorcycle.
Cheering erupts as she mounts the stage, and I persuade Angel under my shoulder. Our smiles never fade away during the entire performance. Through joy, humor, comfort, love, and mooing, our lips remain spread wide open. I constantly glance over at Angel to make sure she is still warm, still happy, and still having fun. She never seems to disappoint me.
Before long the crowd goes insane with cow noises, applause and mooing meshing into one big mess of chaos. I get caught up in it all, throwing my hands up in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs. Then I see Roger's arm spring across my view to point at the head of the stage. A few bums are getting a little too excited. Police try to chase them away, pushing and shoving until it catches Maureen's attention. She adds to the confusion, shouting to have peace and calm down. What seems like two seconds later, Angel and I are ripped apart by the police.
I try desperately to keep my grip tight on her hands, but the three men pulling me away are obviously stronger. Angel screams for them to let go, when she is seized herself. She resists immediately, kicking her leg roughly against a man's chest, piercing him with her huge heel. I'm finally able to get to her, and I lead her quickly out of the building, following the shouts of Roger.
"Are you okay?" I breathlessly ask Angel, unable to keep my hands off of her. I grasp at her face, as if I think she has broken apart.
"I'm fine! I'm fine. Are you okay? They were so rough and…I was so…" She closes her eyes in anguish, and I pull our bodies together.
"Shhh…everything is okay." Her hands swoop under my arms to hug me, and I bury my face in her shoulder.
"I know. I just thought that I was going to lose…" Her voice is breaking with every word. This is the first time I have seen Angel unstable. It should shake my whole core, as she is the one I lean on. The one I look to. But, I stay surprisingly calm, able to comfort her.
"You would never lose me. I'll always be here."
"All right. Everyone is waiting for us." She composes herself, finally able to think practically. She rubs her temples gently and wipes away the sweat from her brow. I watch her intently, studying every little movement. When she tries to escape from my grip, I pull her back into my arms and peck her lightly on the lips.
"Angel…" I whisper, and she glances up into my eyes. "I love you." My voice floats on air, my breath visibly showing in the cold. Her hands rise up to my face, tenderly caressing my cheeks with her painted fingers.
"I love you too." She replies slowly, but strongly. There is no doubt in my mind that her words are sincere. "Now come on, it's freezing out here and there are people waiting for us." She drags me along the sidewalk, as I pull a joint out of my pocket.
"Do we have to? Can't we just go…"
"Oh stop it! All of us are going to be there. We will have fun tonight when we get home…" Her eyebrow rises seductively, and she continues to force me inside.
We meet with everyone at the door, exchanging hugs, kisses and a joint. However, all I can do is think about a night with Angel. Just being together, being happy. It's all I've wanted all along.
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Like? This is for Marit because she made the comment that Angel and Collins never actually say "I love you", so I had to add it in. Thanks Margerita! Yea Daddy! Okay, that's enough of my rambling. I hope ya liked it! Review please…
