AN- Sorry for the long absence! I've been so busy- I'm a senior in high school and I only have a couple days left of school. So here's chapter 3…enjoy!
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"Dumott…shit…how come I didn't figure that out?" Collins asked himself. Angel stood up. "I knew you seemed familiar…why didn't you tell me you were Ricky…and more importantly…why the hell did you change your name?"
Angel looked out the window. "Tom…I wanted to tell you…I wanted to tell you everything…but I just couldn't…I was so immature in school…breaking it off with you then was the biggest mistake of my life…"
"Everyone was immature in high school. Why did you change your name babe?" Collins asked standing up. He stood next to Angel and took her hand.
"I wanted to get away from my family…plus, Ricky Dumott really isn't a suitable drag name now is it?" Angel smiled slightly. "You aren't angry are you?"
Tom sighed and shook his head. "Not angry…just…confused." Collins said looked at Angel. "Why did I go back to high school?"
"It was a dream honey." Angel kissed Tom's hand. "I'm sure it was nothing…"
"Wait…if you're Ricky…that means…you gave me…" Tom shook his head. "You gave me IT. Because of you I have baggage…"
"I thought you were over that…Collins…please don't be angry…"
"Angel, I just can't be here…I have to leave…"
"Tom! Please…" Angel's eyes filled with tears. "Tom I'm different…please don't leave me…"
Tom walked to the door. "I need to do some thinking…" He said as he walked out and shut the door behind him.
Angel sunk to his knees and covered his head, sitting in a fetal position. He cried miserably. Finally you've hit an all time low Angel. Good job…you've completely fucked yourself.
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Collins walked out of the apartment building, his head was pounding with thoughts. He walked up the street, trying to think of somewhere to stay- he couldn't bring himself to stay with Angel…not now. Finally the thought came to him- Mark and Roger. He walked until he came to the loft; he picked up the pay phone receiver and dropped a dime in the phone. He dialed the familiar number and held the receiver to his ear.
Ssssssssssppppeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkk.
"Mark, Roger…it's Collins…let me in." Collins said before hanging up.
The third floor window opened and a blonde man stepped out onto the fire escape. He waved and tossed down a set of keys, which Tom caught easily. He walked to the front door and entered. He walked up the stairs and swung open the heavy metal door.
"Hey!" Mark walked over and hugged Collins. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"
Tom shrugged. "I need a place to stay for a couple days…I need to do some thinking."
"For a class? Are you back at NYU?" Roger asked, as he haphazardly strummed his guitar.
"Nope…" Collins mumbled, leaning against one of the poles in the apartment.
"Hey, where's Angel?" Mark asked.
"At her apartment…I need to think about things…and I really need you guys right now…can we all talk? Please?" Collins begged.
"Of course!" Mark said brushing some papers off of the sofa. He sat down.
"Yeah…whatever." Roger put his guitar down and sat up to make room for Collins, who sat down.
"So what's up?" Mark asked, pushing his glasses up.
"I had a dream this afternoon…about high school…except it was so real…like I'd gone back in time…" Collins explained. "Mark, you were there. So wasn't Maureen…and someone else…do you remember Ricky you guys?"
"Ricky Dumott? How could we forget…" Roger laughed. "Ricky, I remember all his protests…and all those pranks he pulled on Satan…hilarious…"
"Yeah him…" Collins sighed. "Do you guys realize he's in New York City?"
Roger and Mark looked at each other. "He got in touch with you? He didn't want to hook up again did he? He was so mean to you in high school…"
"He's been in touch with me…and we hooked up. But Ricky is different now…he even changed his name." Collins frowned. "You guys know him now too…"
"Really?" Mark cocked his head to one side.
"Yeah…who do you guys know that looks an awful lot like Ricky…and even has a similar name…" Collins rose his eyebrows. Mark and Roger gaped.
"Fuck! Angel is Ricky?" Roger yelled. "That stupid fuck didn't tell you he was Ricky?"
"Calm down Roger!" Mark glared at him. "Collins…how'd you realize it? Did Angel tell you this?"
"He didn't have to…after I woke up…I realized why Angel seemed so fuckin' familiar…I'd dated him in high school…then Angel told me he was Ricky…and I just…left…" Collins covered his face with his hands. "I feel so terrible…I love Angel so much…but I hate Ricky…it's so confusing…Ricky gave me AIDS…and now I'm dating him again." Collins said irritably.
"Calm down man." Roger said coolly. "If you don't want to be with Angel…tell her now…don't hurt her dude."
"You don't understand…I just don't know if I can break up with Angel…Ricky I could break up with…it's like I'm dating two people…and can't decide which to dump…" Collins sniffled.
Mark rubbed Collins' back. "It's ok…why don't you just discuss everything with Angel? Maybe that would clarify everything…" Mark said softly. "You can't be like this for the rest of your life…you have to have…closure."
"You're right…I'll talk to him tomorrow…do you mind if I spend the night?" He asked.
"Nah…we have plenty of room, right Rog?" Mark stood up.
Roger snorted. "For you Tom…of course we have room."
"Thanks you guys…you are so awesome." Collins smiled weakly.