I knew I have been in the bathroom for way long than I said I would be. I was still putting the finishing touches on my outfit. Too bad he's so good looking, or I would have been quicker. I'm pretty sure I'm finished, and I look at myself in my mirror. Decked out in my little Mrs. Clause dress, with zebra print stockings, and knee high black boots, I'm pretty sure I was done. Those buckles on the boots took forever to do, so, they're to blame. My make-up wasn't too much, I don't think. Just rogue, cover-up and crimson lipstick. It could be a great deal worse. And, to top it all off, literally, my favorite wig, a black bob with a few flowers arranged on my bangs. I did a small twirl, just to make sure everything was in its place. I smiled at myself, and walked out of the bathroom, and looked at the sight on the couch. I could help but giggle.
Collins was still on my couch, but it seemed he had passed out or something. He looked like he was in a very heavy sleep, because the position he was in did not justify any kind of comfort in my eyes. I walked over to him, and smiled, kneeling down infront of his face. I placed his arm on his chest, since it had found its way to the floor, along with his leg. I pushed that up as well, but then realized I was wrong about how deep a sleep he was in. He groaned softly, and I looked at him. He opened his eyes, and looked at me, the person who was holding his legs at the moment. He looked me over for a second, and jumped, immediately standing, looking very shocked at me. I tensed up immediately, raised my hands, and stood up slowly. He continued to stare, looking at me.
"An-Angel…?" He asked hoarsely. "Is that you?" He asked, and I almost forgot I was in a dress. I nodded my head.
"Yes." I squeaked. He really did scare me a second ago. He continued to stare at me, and I felt a bit uncomfortable. "What?" I asked him. He shook his head, and walked over to me, still giving my body the stare down of its life.
"You…you look…" He said, and I saw him blush. I put my arms down, and smirked, looking into his eyes. My hands rested on my hips.
"Like a kinky Mrs. Santa Clause." I finished for him, and smirked, giving his stomach a light poke. He chuckled.
"Not exactly what I was going to say, but alright." He said, and smiled warmly at me.
"Oh?" I asked him, and gave a face of interest. "Then what were you going to say?" I asked him.
"Beautiful." He told me, and smiled. Now I was blushing. Good I had enough rogue on, now natural coloring? I probably looked like a Hispanic cherry. Although, I'm not sure what one of those looked like. Did they actually exist? They had to, I mean, not one cherry tree in all of Latin American? That's ridiculous-Angel. Shut up.
"Well, thank you." I told him, and smiled happily. "Well, we had better go soon, and get some food so we can get to your friends, and still have time to get to Life Support." I said, and took his hand. He chuckled.
"Can I put my shirt back on?" He asked me, and I sighed dramatically, and stomped my foot, hanging my head back.
"If you HAVE to." I groaned, and he cracked up. He let go of my hand, and took his shirt and sweater and put them on over his head. Once he was all set, he took my hand again, and we walked out of my apartment, and towards the elevator. Thank GOD no one was out this time. I lead him to the elevator, and he stepped in after me. I pressed the ground button, and the gate of the elevator closed. I turned to look at him. "So, what are your friends like?" I asked him, and he seemed very amused by this question.
"They're an interesting bunch I'll tell ya." He told me, and inched the back of his head. "There's Roger, first off. He's also an AIDS victim, got it from sharing needles with his dead girlfriend." He didn't give his friend's situation much emotion as it obviously deserved. I frowned, and held a hand to my chest.
"Oh my God, the poor dear…" I said softly.
"Yeah, but he's doing better. He just got out of rehab, he just needs to stop mopping around and get out of the loft before he dies of insanity." Collins said, and sighed, then smiled. "Then…then, there's Mark. He's a class A Jewish boy." He said, and laughed. "Blonde hair, dorky glasses, and a nagging mother. He's also got a knack for the camera, always tapping people, so you better watch yourself with that outfit." He told me, and I made a face.
"Oh shut up. You like it." I told him.
"I know I do, so will his goddamn camera." Collins admitted, and looked off. "His girlfriend, Maureen lives with them. She's one of a kind. She's loud, obnoxious, a flirt to anything with legs, and also an anarchist. She's a protester, and is very good at it."
"Hmmm…guess opposites do attract." I said to myself, but he heard me, and laughed.
"I have no idea how those two got involved, but they love each other, and I guess that's all that matters." He told me. "Then, there's my best friend, like since high school best friend, Benny. He's a laid back guy, doesn't seem to be threatened by anyone else. Never gotten pissed at any of us because of our stupid little fights. You'd like his a lot." He said, and smiled.
"Yeah, but he's probably straight, and you're probably way cuter." I told him, and the elevator opened up, so I walked out, a proud satisfied smile on my face. He walked behind me, and caught up to my side, and took my hand.
"You m'lady are something else." He whispered to me, and I laughed.
"I try my best to be." I told him and smiled, walking out of my apartment building with him. The cold air hit us, and he was immediately affected by it. I looked up at him, shivering a bit. "I'm going to need to get you a new coat." I said, and laughed.
"I think I'll live." He said, but I knew he needed one. He looked down at me. "You should think of yourself, what's covering up those legs of yours?" I asked me, and I looked down.
"Stockings and boots." I answer, and smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'm sweating under here." I said, and laughed. "The store's just down this block here, and I'll buy you something nice and warm to drink." I told him, and rubbed his arm carefully. He smiled warmly at me.
"You're wonderful." He told me softly, and I held his arm as we walked to the store. I looked down at my feet, just think about everything that had happened today. I'm pretty sure after all of that, I can count on a very boring week. Hopefully Collins would stay with me, or at least come over after he settled with his friends. I lead him into a turn, and across the street. There was a corner store, and I walked into it with him. The little bell thing rang, and I looked around, and faced him.
"Now, just pick out whatever you think your friends will like, and tell me when you're done." I told him, and smiled. "I need to pick up a few things for myself, I haven't had the chance yet." I explained, and then smirked. "Not like I'm complaining." I said, and giggled, walking off. He chased after me, and grabbed my shoulder, turning me around to face him.
"Wait, Angel…I…I don't feel right just taking your money." He told me, and sighed. I looked into his brown eyes.
"Well, then just pretend it's your own money." I told him, and shook his head.
"That's not much better, since I've never actually shopped before for anything in my entire life." He explained, and I laughed.
"Fine, then, I'll ask you some things about your friends, and I'll get what I think you guys need. Then, it won't be so weird." I offered. He looked at me, and rolled his eyes upward, thinking about it.
"Fine." He said softly, and I grinned.
"Good, now…does Mark like sweat or salty snacks?" I asked him.
"Anything that's not pork." He told me, and I laughed.
"Well, he'll be easy." I said, and placed a finger to my lips, thinking. "Hmm…well, something Kosher…hmm…I'm not sure if I eat anything along those lines." I mumbled, and a little light bulb went off in my head. I grinned, and clapped my hands. "Ah, the perfect meal for the bachelors." I smirked, and handed Collins my pickle tub, which was actually a part of my body, by the way. He took it, and I proceeded to walk down the aisle. He followed me, but didn't say anything this time. I looked around the aisle, until I saw the box that I wanted. I took it, and threw it at Collins. "Catch." I told him, and he held up my pickle tub, and of course, the box went in without worry. Collins smirked at me.
"Trying to pull a fast one on me huh?" He asked, and smiled, I just looked up, trying to look innocent. Trying to hit him? Of course not! Trying to get those big arms around my waist? Um…yes. He chuckled, and looked into the pickle tub, and his small chuckle turned into a grateful laugh. "Oh my God! You picked Roger's favorite food." He told me, and grinned. "Cap'n Crunch…my God Angel." He said, and continued to laugh. I grinned at him.
"So, am I any good at this?" I asked him, and he looked at me from the box, and nodded.
"The very best." He said, and smiled. I jumped happily, and clapped.
"Good, now I guess that means milk." I said, and smiled, walking down the aisle again, and too a fridge/freezer combo at the very edge of the store. "Anything special about their milk preferences?" I asked him, and bent down, looking at the different milks, 1, 2, low fat, skim, and whole. It took him a second to answer.
"Well…the lower the fat intake the healthier, but those two are the skinniest white boys you'll ever meet, so whole. Please." He said, and I laughed.
"Alright, sounds good." I said, and opened the door, taking the red carton, and closed to door. I snapped right up, and spun around to face him. He was looking down. What the hell was he looking at? He only had his eyes down for a second and they snapped back to his face, and then proceeded to blush. Oh my God. He totally was just staring at my-Holy shit. No…no he totally wasn't. Yes, he must have been! Oh my God. I've got a horny little boy on my hands. I just looked up at him, giving him my sexiest little smirk I could give. He looked at me funny, trying to cover up his little incident. I was making him nervous. I wanted that to happen.
"What?" He asked me, and I stepped closer to him, still just smirking. He took a step back as I stepped closer.
"You know what." I told him, very softly, taking another step closer, and he backed off a bit again.
"No…I don't." He told me, and we played this little game for a moment or two, until I had him backed against the canned food shelves. He just looked down at me, and I looked up at him. Then, I simply dropped the milk into my pickle tub, which he was holding, and the weight surprised him, and almost made him fall. I looked down at him, as he regained control of his balance.
"You're such a silly boy." I smirked, and began to walk back to the warmer side of the store. I turned to look at him. I wanted to see if he was staring again, but he was innocent this time. His face was so pathetic, and I felt bad for freaking him out like that, so I giggled. "Well, come on Collins, food won't buy itself, now will it? If it did, I'd be a total fat ass." I told him, and he smiled again.
"Like that's possible." He told me, and walked over to me. I laughed, and hit his arm playfully. I took it carefully in my own, and then took his hand in mine, and walked to find anything else.
