SORRY! AH! I dunno, even though you guys have been WICKED cool about this story, my muse is slowly dying for it. I'm not going to stop, but I won't be updating a lot. So, you might as well put this story on alert if you want to keep reading it, because you'll forget its existance afterwards, lol. So, here's chapter ten. It was too hard to write, so I stopped abruptly, and when I continue, it'll go straight to New Years. It'll be a good time. So, thanks for reading! And thanks MUCHLY for the reviews! Keep it coming, and I'll keep the story coming.

It was Christmas. Since I had moved to the alphabet city, I've never once gotten a Christmas present. I didn't mind, but I didn't notice until this year, this Christmas. I noticed, because I was blessed with gifts galore. Nothing in wrapping or under a tree, or in a stocking, but gifts I wouldn't trade the world for. I had a new family, friends, comfort, support, and love. My life was full to the brim with everything I needed, except for food, but that was okay.

I woke up to a very sleepy face infront of me. Collins had been watching me as I slept. How cute. He smiled at me, and kissed me sweetly. I kissed him back, and held his face softly. We stayed there like that, kissing, holding each other, and laying down in bed. He finally let me go, and I didn't open my eyes for a few seconds. He gave me one more quick kiss.

"You like pancakes Angel?" He asked me very softly. I giggled and nodded.

"Yes I do, very much." I told him, and he nodded.

"Good. I'll go make some." He said, and went to stand up. It took me a second to figure out the whole situation before I sat up quickly.

"Whoa, hey mister, you get your butt back into bed." I told him, but he crawled off the mattress anyway.

"No." He said simply, and stood up, looking around for his shorts. Which I tore off last night. I giggled at him.

"Alright, you can make breakfast, but you have to be naked the whole time." I smirked, and he blushed looking at me.

"Um…Angel, it's like…twelve degrees in this apartment." I just kept my sassy little smirk on.

"Such a shock. It was really hot last night." I told him, just above a whisper, and he gave me a look. A look that meant he didn't know what to do about what I had just said. He walked back over to my bed, and crawled over me. I scrunched my nose up, and giggled.

"I'm looking forward to a lot more warm nights with you Angel." He said, and kissed my ear. I shivered like a dog on crack. His voice was so deep; it made me vibrate terribly, but in a very good way. I could remember last night, he whispered into my ears the sweetest hottest things I have ever heard. My God did I love him. I couldn't explain it. We didn't even know each other for twenty-four hours, and I was in pitiful love. He looked into my eyes, and kissed me sweetly, and I begged for more, but he stood up. "But for now, I'm going to make breakfast." He said, what a friggin' tease. "With my clothes on, thank you very much." He added, and I grumbled playfully at him, and he grinned, pulling on his shorts, and then pants. He pulled on his shirt, and I just sat, and sighed, looking at my feet. I don't know why I did it. I wasn't sure if it was because I was depressed about him leaving my side, or I was incredibly happy that I had him. I crawled out of bed when he left my room, and grabbed my bathrobe, and tied it tightly around myself. I left my room, and looked at Collins, who was searching around my little nook of a kitchen for food. I giggled at him.

"Need some help there?" I asked him, and he turned to face me, and smiled a bit shyly.

"Well, now that you mention it…I don't where anything is." He said, and I giggled again.

"Oh sweetie." I mumbled, and walked over to his side, and bent down, taking out a pan from the cabinet below him, and handing it to him. He took it, and turned the burner on. I stood back up, and crawled on top of the counter to get a box of Jiffy mix. I felt Collins hold me, afraid that I would fall or touch the burner. I looked down at him, and smiled happily. Oh my GOD was he the sweetest little thing. I handed him the box finally, and he placed it down. When my butt was on the counter, he took me by my thighs and helped me down. I could do absolutely nothing but continue to smile blissfully at him. Every stupid little common thing I did, he made it into a romantic fairy tale. I loved him, and that was the end of it. He let go of me after softly kissing the bridge of my nose. As he returned to the pan on the stove, I watched him happily. It was like everything that he did was new to me. Even cracking an egg on the side of the counter. Everything he did made me interested. He looked over at me, and smirked.

"Yes?" He asked playfully, and I giggled.

"Nothing." I told him, and looked up at his face, and bite on of my fingers. I got a few chips of nail polish on my tongue, and made a face. He looked at me.

"What's wrong Angel?" He asked. Oh Jesus the concern on his face. I looked at him as if nothing was wrong. Which…well…was true. It just tasted icky. Nail polish is not edible for a reason.

"Nothing's wrong, just a bad taste in my mouth." I told him, and took my finger out of my mouth. Pure genius, if it tastes bad, keep it away from your tongue. He made a face.

"Nothing to do with me right?" He asked, and I giggled, walking over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck.

"No baby, trust me." I told his softly. "You don't leave a bad taste in my mouth." I told him, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me long and hard. It took every skill I had to remember how to breathe. We made out for a solid five minutes, and Collins smelt the burning pan on the stove, and jumped to turn the burner off. I giggled at him, and smacked his butt. He jumped up a bit, but I didn't see his face, because I walked past him to sit on the couch. He continued to cook, which I just thought was ridiculous. He was my guest…well…I don't know. But whatever he was, he shouldn't have cooked me breakfast. Even though it was very good. And I probably wouldn't have eaten anything if he didn't cook.

I watched for a moment more, and there was a knock on the door. I turned my head, and the door opened. I saw Mimi stick her head out of the crack, and placed her eyes on my face. I smiled at her.

"Mimi baby!" I squealed, and I walked over to her, and she kissed my cheek. "What are you doing up a night after drinking?" I asked her, and giggled. She just grinned.

"I'd just thought I'd find out how you were doing sweetie. How…you know…everything ended up last night." She said, apparently not noticing the hot piece cooking breakfast. I made a little face at her, and walked her into the livingroom, and nudged my heads towards Collins. She looked, and squealed, and I immediately clamped my hand to her mouth.

"Shut up!" I whispered to her, and grinned. I looked over at him, and he was minding himself, still making pancakes.

"Can't I stay?" She asked me, and pouted. "I just wanted to see how things are going, and now that I can see their going well, I wanna stay!" She pleaded, and pouted.

"Alright, alright!" I told her, and smirked. "Just don't say anything stupid." I told her, and her mouth flew open.

"When have I ever said anything stupid?" She asked me, absolutely offended. I gave her a face.

"Umm…do you really want me to answer that?" I asked her, and she smacked me arm. She looked up behind me, and I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. Collins was behind me, and nipped my neck lightly. I giggled, and I saw Mimi's grin grow wide. He turned his attention from me to Mimi.

"Morning." He said proudly, as if he were showing me off or something. Mimi giggled at him.

"Good morning Collins." She said happily.

"You hungry?" He asked her, and she smiled.

"Only if you're cooking." She said, and I laughed. Seems like their getting along perfectly fine.

"It's a date then." He said, and let go of me, and walked to the counter. I smirked at her, and walked her inside, and she almost squeaked. As we walked, I looked at Mimi, and she sat down on the couch.

"I'm going to go put some clothes on…I'll be back in a second." I told her, and ran off to my bedroom.