AN- Here's another story for you guys to review, it just kind of came to me…so don't be to critical…like I always say, if you don't have anything nice to say…don't say anything at all. Hahaha I know I'm dumb, but whatever…I hate when people criticize my views…so enjoy!
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"Ang…" Collins looked over at Angel. They were laying on top of their bed, in Collins' new apartment. Angel turned and glanced up at Collins.
"Hm?" She asked softly.
"I was just thinking…" He shifted slightly and sat up.
"What about?" Angel sat up as well.
"Have we met before? Like year's ago?" Collins asked. "You seem so familiar."
Angel thought for a moment before slowly shaking his head 'no'. "I don't think so honey…" He said slowly.
"Oh…never mind then…" Tom smiled and hugged Angel, who in return, playfully kissed Collins' ear.
Angel got up off the bed. "I think I'm going to go out and do a little drumming…I have a new beat I'm dying to try…" She said running her fingers through her famous black bob wig. "So I'll be back later, ok?"
"I'll see you later then…don't do anything I would do." Collins grinned.
Angel rolled her eyes. "I won't…you'd better behave to papi. I can be a real bitch when I'm mad!" Angel winked and blew Tom a kiss before she left the room.
After Collins heard the front door close, he got up off the bed and walked over to his bureau. He opened the top drawer and moved several articles of clothing to one side, revealing a hard cover book with the year '1984' scrawled across the cover. He pulled it out and walked back over to the bed and sat down.
"Wow I can't believe how long it's been since I've graduated high school…" He said opening the book. "Hm…" He flipped through several pages. He stopped at a picture of a grinning teenage 'Thomas B Collins'. "Haha...I looked so funny…and happy…" He said to himself. "That must've been before I got AIDS…" He turned the page, revealing several candid shots of students. He scanned through them, and stopped at one picture. His jaw dropped. "Holy shit…he looks just like…just like Angel…" He shook off the thought quickly, and shut the book. "Angel never went to my high school…"
Collins got up and yawned. He put the book back in the drawer and covered it up. He strolled back over to the bed and laid down. "A little cat nap couldn't hurt…" He chucked, closing his eyes. Soon after closed his eyes, he fell asleep.
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Tom slept peacefully, he liked to sleep. He shifted slightly in his slumber, letting a loud snore escape from him.
"Mr. Collins!" Came a stern voice. "Wake up! My class is for learning! NOT SLEEPING."
Tom sat up. "What the hell…" He looked around.
A short, fat man rounded on him. "This is the fifth time this WEEK I've caught you napping in my class." The man folded his arms.
"Mr. Evans!" Tom gaped. He looked around again, several students were snickering.
Mr. Evans sighed. "Get out of my classroom. If you want to sleep you education away, you can go explain to the Dean of Students why you feel it necessary to nap during Calculus." He said passively.
"Uh…ok…" Collins got up and left the classroom, he strolled casually up the hall. "Ok…I didn't fall asleep here…"
"Yeah…none of us do!" Came a voice from behind him, followed by a snort. "Wait up Tom."
Collins turned around. A thin blonde boy came up to him. He was wearing glasses, and was obviously several years younger than Tom. Collins gaped. "Mark?"
"Duh." Mark rolled his eyes. "Did you get kicked outta Evan's class again?"
"Uh…yeah…I guess so." Tom was still severely confused.
"Well it's a damn good thing you're the senior class' valedictorian." Mark laughed. "So where are you heading to?"
"The Dean's office…" He said slowly. "So I'll see you later then…"
"Yeah…good luck with Satan." Mark laughed and walked into a classroom.
Tom walked into a door with a sign reading 'The Dean Of Students'. He smiled at the secretary, who shook her head, grinning, back at him. "Down here again Tom?"
"Uh…yeah." He shrugged. "I guess I was sleeping in class."
"Again?" She laughed. "Go in and see Mrs. D'Angelo."
That name brought back memories. He'd gotten so many detentions from her when he was in high school. But now he was back in high school…so did that mean she still hated him? He was still so confused at why he was back in school. He slowly opened the door to Mrs. D'Angelo's office. "Mrs. D?"
"Thomas Collins. Mr. Evan's just called me. So sleeping in class again? Mouthing off again?" She said sternly. "Sit."
He did as he was told. He took a seat, and avoided her stare. "Sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to cut it. I'm going to have to punish you this time." She folded her arms.
If he was still in high school, he might as well make the most of it. "Well I don't think any punishment could stop me from falling asleep during a boring math class." He said sarcastically.
Mrs. D'Angelo stood up quickly. "Was that sarcasm! Detention for a week!" She yelled.
"Oh big tough Dean giving me detentions I won't serve." Collins rolled his eyes.
Her face turned red, and she was getting angry. "You have a lot of nerve mouthing off to me." She said in a dangerous tone.
"Don't worry Satan…I'll serve your detentions…just to humor you." He said getting up and letting himself out of the room. "See you after school!" He strolled out of the office and went out into the hallway. The bell rang for, what he assumed, was lunch. He looked around for a familiar face, with no luck. Then he heard a voice calling him.
"Tom!" A thin Hispanic teenager ran over and hugged him. "Why were you in the Dean's office again?"
Tom stared. "Angel?"
The boy cocked his head to one side. "Uh…come again?"
"Angel…you're Angel, my boyfriend…"
"No…I'm Ricky…you're boyfriend." He winked at Tom. "Who's Angel?"
"Sorry…it must've been a dream…I don't even know anyone named Angel." He lied. He remembered Ricky from high school, but he never mentioned him to Angel, because Ricky was the one who gave Collins HIV/AIDS.
"Oh…alright…well, are we going to go outside for lunch today?" Ricky asked. "It's so gorgeous out."
"Yeah sure…definitely. Go on out…I'll meet up with you." Collins gave Ricky a peck on the cheek before Ricky walked around the corner. Ok…why did I have to run into Ricky…this is getting stranger and stranger...this has to be a dream…I hope I wake up soon…