Okay, before I give you the next chapter, hell, before I WRITE the next chapter, I want to thank you guys. I just went through all your reviews (not the first time, trust me), and I couldn't find one negative thing. If there were, it was all backed up by constructive criticism. I really appreciate that SO much. You have no idea how good it makes me feel when that stupid little hotmail alert pops up saying I have an e-mail from from an Akita Evita reviewer. It makes my LIFE.

Personally, I think you're all fucking nuts, but I do thank you nonetheless. However, as sweet as it is for this all to happen, there is a sour side. Like those sour patch kids commercials. Which I think are REALLY creepy. Angel is only alive until Halloweenish, and the last one I wrote…the second to last one I wrote was Valentine's Day. I have about…three different ways I could end this (that's not any time real soon, don't worry. About five more chapters and our baby gets the axe), but I can't decide which way to do it. So, since you guys are actually amazing, and the reason I continue this god-forsaken thing, I want to ask you a question regarding my choice of an ending.

So, here is my question for you lovely people:

Did you like the actual ending of the movie Chris Columbus chose, or the alternative ending? You can view both on YouTube if you haven't seen it: other one…I dunno. Um…somewhere on the interwebs. Or, go watch the movie, godammit:D

So, if you can do that for me, it'll make ending this segment a WHHHHOOOOLLLEEE lot easier. I really don't want to ruin it, because either way, it'll be a pleasant ending, or tolerable ending, but either can be SCREWED up if not done right. So just answer whether you like the 'stay in the plot ending' or the 'go back to rehearsal ending'. Okay. Now for the damn chapter. I have no idea what it'll be about.

EDITING: Okay, so I finished now.Just a warning, sexual content. Nothing bad just a little head. Seriously, it's more funny than sexy.And sorry for the NYTW title there. I couldn't think of a good chapter title, so I cheated. Still from RENT thought. ;D

I had been in and out of my bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen since about five in the morning. It is about noon currently, and in about two hours, Collins would be home. Not from work, no, not from going out, no, but because we would play guest to two very important figures in his family, his parents. His mother, over the phone it seemed, had never been my biggest fan, his father absolutely adored me. He was a funny old man really, didn't tell the truth a lot. He was ignorant to the reality of what I was; I don't think he cared much. His mother knew, and she made sure that Collins knew. Everytime she called, Collins had to send me out of the room so he could deal with her attitude. As much as I didn't like Mrs. Collins, I had no choice but to impress her. She was Collins's mother; I couldn't just let her hate me.

Now, it was a day before Easter and that's why they were coming down from Boston. Collins couldn't take off from work to go to Boston, so they came down here to see their only child before going back to New England to have a bigger party. Collins thought about inviting some of our friends, but there was one loophole, Mark. Mark is Jewish. He didn't believe in Easter and he knew that wouldn't impress his parents. Roger wouldn't go with Mark. Mimi could go with him, but they'd make-out the whole time. Maureen and Joanne were a NO, they'd end up fighting over something stupid, Joanne would be nice to have around by herself, but that really wouldn't fly for a number of reasons. One, Maureen would not allow it and two, Collins is black, Joanne is black and lawyer, and I'm a guy. Mrs. Collins will be all over that in a second, regardless of the fact that Joanne is a hardcore dyke and thinks of penis as the root of all evil.

So, I'm in the apartment by myself, cooking, cleaning, getting rid of anything possible. I snagged Mimi's nice big table for the kitchen, moved the couch against the wall, and placed a nice white sheet over it, and placed magazines under the dead leg. The kitchen was clean, and that took me forever. I had water boiling, coffee brewing, and a nice little turkey in the oven. I was just finishing mashed potatoes when someone knocked on the door. I cursed, threw my apron on the counter, and walked over to the door. I knew it wasn't Collins, he wouldn't have knocked. I opened the door and there she was. I looked around her, confused. She was alone? What was going on?

"Did I do something?" I asked her, and she laughed. I always asked Joanne those kinds of things when she was looking for me. I don't know, she's a lawyer, right?

"No Angel, you didn't do anything. Collins told me to come over." She said, and walked into the apartment. I looked at her confused.

"What did he do?" I asked her, hoping he didn't need more bail money. I spent all our money on this dinner. She laughed again, and looked around.

"No, nothing like that. He just figured you'd need some help. He knew you'd be all over this place, fixing, moving, cleaning, cooking, dressing, and he didn't want you to hurt yourself." She told me, and looked at me.

"What is he stupid?" I asked rhetorically. It was sweet of Joanne to come over, I did barely get to see her and spend time with just her, but I was a manic. If anyone got in my way while I was fixing something up, I'd kill them. Joanne laughed, knowing the truth.

"Don't worry Angel, I'll stay out of your way. Listen, let me just fix up the spare room for them. Trust me, if there is one thing I know, it's about crazy religious African American old people." She assured me, and smiled, walking over to the spare room.

"Thank you so much Joanne." I said before she left my sight. She looked at me from over her shoulder and continued walking to the spare room. I looked at the door for a minute and went back to by cooking.

After about an hour, I put everything on a simmer so it wouldn't burn or anything until dinner. I hadn't heard from Joanne, except after the first few minutes when she came out with a trash bag of junk and threw it away. I had just finished making last minute things, and she came out of the room. I looked at her and she smiled at me.

"Now, I'm not usually so full of myself Angel, but that right there is one clean room." She said, and grinned. I giggled. It was weird, because as I was cooking, I didn't really notice it before. Both Joanne and I had a lot in common, but we just didn't connect. Joanne didn't really connect with a lot of us; it was just for Maureen that we knew her.

"Thanks again Joanne. What would I do without you?" I asked and smiled, looking through the fridge.

"Well, I guess every angel needs her own Angel." Joanne said, and I looked up at her. I laughed, but I kept it to myself. She was grabbing her coat.

"Wait, Joanne, sit down for a bit. You're no cleaning lady." I told her, and she looked over at me, shaking her head.

"No, you've got a lot to do, don't bother. We'll see each other tomorrow, trust me." She said and continued with her coat process. I walked over to her, shutting the fridge door. I took her coat in my hand.

"Yes, and you'll have a crazy diva attached to you all night." I told her, and hung her coat up. "No offense to Maureen or anything sweetie, but I want to know you Joanne. Not how you get it on." I said, and we laughed. "Now sit down girl. Have a drink with me. Lord knows I have to be dazed to meet these guys." I told her, walking back to the fridge grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. I walked back over to her, and sat across from her.

"Real hard-asses?" She asked me, pouring the wine. I sighed and took my glass, looking at it.

"Like you would believe sister." I told her, and looked back at her. "Dad's not so bad, but his mother…not what I expected from Collins." I said, and she sighed with me.

"Well good luck to you honey." She said, lifting her glass, and I copying, toasting each other. We both took a sip, and she laughed.

"Be funny if Collins was a momma's boy, wouldn't it?" She mused, and I laughed.

"I wouldn't be surprised. That boy is as loyal as a poor old dog." I told her, and she snorted. "What he'll do for family and friends in ridiculous, I just sometimes wish he would obey the law a little like he obeyed me when I'm sick." I told her, and she laughed.

"Well hey, at least you have power over your man." She said, and I sighed, knowing what this was about. "You know, it's funny, one night, Maureen and I were going to bed. Not to gross you out, but I wanted to fool around." I couldn't help but make a face. Sure, sex interested me, just not the kind with two vaginas. Ew. "But, Maureen retorted and just kind of walked away from me. I thought, you know, whatever; maybe one night without sex would do me some good. So I finally get comfy in bed, close my eyes, and I'm all ready to fall asleep right there, and then she starts." She said, finishing her glass, and pouring another one. I sympathized. I had watched those cartoons. You know the ones, where a Porky Pig and Daffy Duck are Duck Dodgers, and Porky comes up with an idea, Daffy says it's stupid and suggests the exact same thing. I never really liked Daffy.

"Well, maybe if you stop playing her games, she'll change the rules a little." I suggested. "Show her who's actually boss, at least once and a while." I told her, and finished my glass too. She laughed and shook her head.

"Is that why everyone loves you Angel?" She asked me, and I could help but laugh back at her. She could be as blunt as me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Joanne." I told her honestly.

"You're just so...I don't know. You just make people happy, no matter what you're doing. Telling me to whip Maureen into shape isn't the most realistic thing in the world, but after hearing it come from your mouth, it actually makes sense." She said, and grinned. That did make me feel really good, if I had that kind of power over people.

"Well, like I always say girl, if it feels right, do it." I told her. She smiled at me, and looked at her watch, sighing.

"I should get going though. Maureen expects me to show up at home to go shopping in twenty minutes." She told me, and frowned, my face copied.

"Aww, Joanne, just when we were starting to have fun." I whined, and she grinned.

"Don't worry, you'll have lots of fun when you're in-laws are here." She said, and winked. I rolled my eyes.

"Um, no. The one positive thing to not be married to Collins is not having to call those nut jobs family." I told her, and she laughed. I stood up, and walked over to the sink, placing our glasses in there, she helped, clearing the table, and putting the wine in the fridge. She looked at me, and I turned to her.

"It's been good talking to you Angel." She said, and walked over to her coat.

"Hopefully we can do this again sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow." I told her, and she waved, leaving. I shook my head, just thinking. As I finished the dishes, I was a lot more calm than before. I only had two glasses of wine, so I was fine sober-wise, but talking with Joanne just made me feel a lot better. I'm not sure why. It was mindless chit chat, but maybe it was because she was different. She was like me, and I could talk to her easily. As I thought and finished the final touches on myself, I heard the door open. I put my earrings in, and walked out of the bedroom to see Collins and his parents. Both were positively loaded. Just the way they stood made me tell that Collins used to have a very good life when he was younger.

"And this, mom and dad, is my Angel." Collins said, pointing to me, and I grinned, walking over to them, extending my hand. Collins's father, who looked quite pleased with me, grasped my hand, shaking it.

"It is so nice to finally meet you Angel. I can now put a face to everything my son talks about." He said and chuckled. I couldn't help but blush and look at Collins, who was not making eye contact. I turned back to his father.

"Well, it's really nice to meet you too Mr. Collins, I really-" I began, but he held up a hand.

"What am I, you're boss? Call me dad, please. Or at least Eddie." Aww, Eddie, now come on, that's an adorable name. "Actually, no, call me dad. I've never had a daughter before." He said, and I almost started crying. This is where Collins came from, the sweet kind man I love had come from solely this man.

"Alright, dad." I said, and thought about it. "That was weird." I mumbled, giggling.

"What is it?" He asked me.

"Well, I'm Puerto Rican, I've never said 'dad' before." I told him.

"Then, what did you call your father?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"I called him Papa." I told him, and he grinned.

"Better than 'old pops' like my son calls me." He said, and looked at Collins, who rolled his eyes.

"Well, you are." He said, and I giggled.

"Tom, that's no way to treat you father." I told him, and he kissed my cheek.

"And this, Angel dear, is my mother." He said, and I shook her hand.

"Pleasure dear." She said, and I just got too nervous. I didn't really no what to say.

"It's all the same Mrs. Collins." I said, and she didn't correct me like Eddie did. It was Mrs. Collins and Papa. Yeah, way to go mom. I smiled at them, and finally thought of something to say. "Well, let me take your coats, and you guys can sit on the couch, or at the table. I have some coffee and tea ready." I said, and released myself from Collins, Eddie handing me his coat, along with Mrs. Collins. I still didn't know her first name. I think it was Elizabeth, or something like that, but I wouldn't chance it. I hung their coats up, and Eddie spoke.

"I think a cup of coffee would be just splendid dear, thank you." He told me, and I smiled at him, walking over to the stove, taking out a few mugs. I knew Collins hated coffee, as did I.

"How would you like it?" I asked him.

"Two sugars." He said, and I smiled. I pour the coffee with the sugar in it. I walked over to him with a cartoon of cream, and handed the mug to him. "Any cream?"

"He likes his coffee black, as do I." Mrs. Collins interrupted. She really exaggerated the word black, and I could tell Collins was glaring at her. What was she getting at? "As should Collins." She added, and Collins stood up.

"Can I see you in the other room mother?" He asked, sounding irritated. She stood up, a smile on her face.

"Sure sweetheart." She told him, and walked off to the spare room. It was then where I think I got it. She didn't like me because I'm Hispanic. She didn't want Collins to be with me because I wasn't black. I sat down on the couch on the other side of Eddie, and I could feel a lump get caught in my throat. I thought it was because I dressed in drag, hating me for something I had every control over was something I could handle. It made sense, you know? But hating someone over something I did have anything to do with? Just thinking of someone being so close to me having that kind of a heart brought a tear to my eye, and I immediately wiped it away. Eddie was watching me, and he tried a smile, putting his hand on my leg.

"Don't worry Angel sweetie." He said, and I looked at him. "I like cream in my coffee." He said sweetly, and I laughed a bit. He set his mug on the table and poured a bit in, and looked at me, looking my face over, and pouring a bit more in. I blushed terribly when I figured out that he was adding enough cream to match my skin. He sighed, seeing me blush. "But, I don't like my coffee red Miss Angel." He told me, and I laughed. He hugged me, and I hugged him back.

"Thank you." I whispered. "You're really so sweet. I know where Tom gets it." I said, and he laughed. We let go and he looked at me.

"Well, that is surely a compliment." He told me. "I admire that boy. I really don't know why, but I do." He said, and I laughed. He rubbed my arm softly. "And don't worry about this. You're absolutely perfect the way you are Angel." He said, and I blushed, looking away.

"You don't have to say that." I told him, and he shook his head.

"I know, but I want to tell you that. You make my son happy. He loves you more than anything Angel. I have never seen than boy care about anyone but himself since I heard about you. As for yourself, you seem to make yourself happy enough. As long as your happy, and keeping others around you happy, you are perfection." He said softly, and I hugged him. We heard Collins and his mother walked back in, and we detached. Collins sat next to me quickly, his mother sitting in his usual armchair. He wrapped an arm around me, and kissed my cheek. I couldn't help but grin and looked over at him. I completely forgot the two other people in the room. We kissed sweetly, and Mrs. Collins interrupted us.

"How long have you two been together?" She asked, and I couldn't tell her kind of attitude.

"Since December." I said happily. I ways always willing to share that information with anyone. Collins chuckled, and squeezed my hand. "Christmas Eve actually." I corrected myself.

"You meet at some kind of party?" She asked.

"Not really...we did go to one together that night, but it's not how we met." I said, not sure if Collins wanted to inform them on the fact that he had been mugged and beat up living here.

"How did you meet then?" She asked. I just soft of giggled letting Collins answer that.

"Well, it was the night I got back from MIT, and I came to see Roger and Mark. I was just about to get into the building when I got mugged." He said, and she gasped. He shook his head. "It's alright, that was about half a year ago mom." He said. "So, I'm out in the alley, assuming, I'm just going to die right here, and hope the coroners have gloves on so they don't get sick. That was that, however, within about ten minutes I hear someone finally checking the alley out, Angel. She saved my ass, let me tell you. She took me into her apartment, cleaned me up, hell, even bought me a new coat. Then, she spent her money on me, Mark and Roger, and then paid for most of the dinner a bunch of us had." He said, and I just blushed the whole time. I never listened to the story like that. My side was, I just killed a dog for money and needed to get rid of it quick so I wouldn't get arrested. He was on the street, cold. I took him in, and spent most of the money on him and his friends.

It was then when I felt his mother's eyes on me. I looked at her, curious. Was she going to say something to me, or continue staring?

"So, what were you doing in an alley?" She asked, and I couldn't help the face I made. What, did she think I was living in one? I'm not a sea urchin or anything.

"Well, I wasn't in the alleyway to begin with. I was walking down past the alley from work and I heard him coughing." I said, not being able to help the attitude on my voice. It must have been apparent, because Collins's grip on me tightened. I didn't even turn to look at him. She gave me a sarcastic look.

"Oh, you work?" She asked, trying to sound sweet. Okay, now that was one racist comment too far.

"Yes, I DO work thank you very much. I DO have an apartment that I've been living in since I was sixteen. Since I left my house I've been doing anything I can to make sure that I'm as healthy as possible." I said quickly, wanting to smack her.

"I guess that didn't work out to well, did it?" She asked, and I stood up. Collins stood with me, and whispered, begging me to sit back down, I did, figuring he should handle this, not me.

"Mom, can you just make this one day not about you? Angel spent all morning cleaning by herself-" I had to interrupt him.

"Joanne helped." I mumbled, and he looked down at me.

"With help of Joanne, and I-"

"Isn't she that nice girl we saw walking down the street?" His mother asked. See, I told you. Collins sighed, and rubbed his temples, sitting down.

"Yes, yes she is." He said, and gave her a fake smile.

"Isn't she the lawyer?" She asked him, sounding interested.

"Mom, she's dating my best friend." Collins said, to answer her real question. She rolled her eyes.

"I doubt that'll last." She said, and Collins groaned.

"Let me correct myself, she's dating Maureen." He told her, and she made a face, sighing.

"Well, she at least LOOKS you age." She muttered, and Collins made a face.

"What?" He asked. She let out a laughed.

"Sweetie, no offense, but when I look at you two, it's like father and son." She said, and I made a face at her. If I was any 'son' she had ever seen I'd like to know where she lived. "How old are you Angel?" She asked.

"23..." I muttered, almost asking if that was alright. She snorted haughtily.

"See, now Thomas, that's just where I draw the line. Drag queen, alright, hooker, alright-" I looked right at Collins, how did she know that? "Spic, even that I can live with, but she's ten years younger than you." That is when I stood up, Collins followed. Eddie took Mrs. Collins's hand, looking absolutely shocked.

"Elizabeth, why would you say something like that?" He asked her, sounding rather angry.

"Whoa, did you just call me a spic?" I asked her, giving her my best diva act ever. Okay, so spic was actually nicest insult I had ever received, but this was going a bit far. "I think you're a little too low on the ethnic food chain to be mouthing off like that." I told her, and her eyes got big, and she stood up.

"Excuse me young man?" She asked, and before she could continue I scoffed at her.

"Um, young lady thank you VERY much. And don't you be telling me what to do lady, alright. I spent over ten hours of my day, cooking, cleaning, redecorating so that I could impress the parents of the man I love. You finally get here, and you have the gall to tell me what to do and call me names, and try and set my boyfriend up with someone else right infront of me. Oh no you did not." I said, Collins grabbed my arm, trying to calm me down. "Um, no." I said looking up at him. "I give a damn who she is, your mom, your friend, whoever, I don't want that kind of bullshit in my house." I said and looked back at her. "And it pangs me to have to say this because you are the only love of my life's mother and you're husband is one of the sweetest men I know, but I need you to leave." I said, and walked over to the coat rack, handing her both coats. I didn't want Eddie to leave, but I figured it only made sense. She looked at me with daggers in her eyes.

"But where would we go? We just got here." She asked, not putting on her coat. I shrugged, walking over to the door, and opened it. She began to walk out.

"I don't know. Maybe when you get mugged for all you're worth then maybe you'll appreciate the kind of person I am. And just so I can make sure that happens, Tom will not be showing you back to the train station. He will be here eating turkey and mashed potatoes and drinking tea and wine with his friends and family. The ones who can accept him." I said, and slammed the door on her. It was just me and Collins now. He looked at me, and he looked so sad. I had just kicked his mother out of our home. I looked at him, and walked over to the stove, turning off the burners, and placed the food from the pots to nice bowls and plates. All the money I had to rake in to have that happen to me. I couldn't feel any worse. I placed the bowls on the table, walking back to the stove and started the dishes. Collins had walked over and placed his arms around me as I washed the dishes. I sighed, and he kissed my ear.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." He said. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she would barely listen. She never has." He mumbled, and gave me another kiss. I turn my head to kiss him.

"It's okay." I told him, and sighed. "Besides, she is right." I said, and Collins raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"Well, you are kind of a pedophile." I told him, and he just laughed. "No, I'm serious." I told him, and turned myself to face him again. "When you were twenty, off at COLLEGE, I was ten years old baby." I told him, and he thought about it, making a face.

"Why'd you have to go and ruin it baby?" He asked me, and I laughed.

"Calling me 'baby' isn't helping either mister." I said, and he kissed me, and squished his cheek together with my wet hands. He tried to wiggle away. He finally did, and I laughed. "Go call everyone. I've got enough food and booze to keep this whole city happy." I told him, and returned to the dishes.

"That's a lot of fucking booze baby." He said, and I grinned. He began his phone tree. Mark and Roger were first, and then the party would start. It would only take them all five minutes to get up here. They were all constantly over here anyway. Collins walked back over to me, and slipped his arms inbetween mine, and helped wash some of the dishes. That didn't help at all. What really didn't help what him kissing the back of my neck as he did so and rubbing up against me. That was just playing dirty. Every so often he would murmur my name in my ear. I turned around, because I couldn't take it. He grinned at me, and I reached out to kiss him. He picked me up, dropping me on the couch, laying me down on my back. Our pointless making out lasted for a few minutes, and I sat up, climbing off the couch, kneeling infront of him. We still had a safe ten minutes until everyone would be over, so I figured I was safe if I did well enough. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him as I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. He traced a finger down my cheek as he leaned back on the couch, ready for his treatment. I bent my head down, taking only his head for a few seconds, and I heard an irritated groan escape his lips, so I took the rest of him in. He pumped himself softly, grabbing at my wig, groaning every so often if I changed the pace. "Oh Angel baby..." He muttered, and I giggled, but it was obviously muffled. I could swear he would be there in like four seconds, and the door swung open.

I'm going to tell you something before I finish. When you're having sex, or giving head, make sure the door is not only closed, but locked. Our friends knew we had sex all the time, but they had never seen anything happen past Collins's hand wandering under my skirt. Even if they did see us have sex, whatever. Like we haven't walked in on any of them. So, if it was Mark, or Maureen, Roger, Mimi, even Joanne behind that door, that would be fine. We told them to come over anyway. However, that was not the case. Let me continue, I never jumped and ran that fast in my life.

Enter the parents of Thomas B. Collins, the man I was giving head to, Elizabeth Collins and Eddie Collins. Good timing guys. Collins looked, expecting Mark, hoping I could just finish him off. He jumped seeing his parents there, and as he turned as red as a Hispanic cherry, still don't know if they exist, tried to hid his massive erection in his jeans. Was not going over to well, do better next time. His mother looked right at me, and I froze.

"I came back to get my purse." She said, because I'm pretty sure she didn't have much of a witty comment for that. I nodded, not moving anymore than that. As she moved to the table where her purse was, I heard Eddie laugh.

"Nice son...nice." He said, and I blushed.

"Thanks...dad..." Collins said painfully, I didn't even look at him. I was very interested in the ceiling at that point. They both left quickly, shutting the door. Once it was shut, I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, but Collins just let it go. "Honey, that was worth it." He said, and I snorted, sitting next to him.

"I wonder what they're talking about." I thought aloud. He smirked.

"That you're a slut." He said, and kissed my cheek.

"That you should join NAMBLA. You fucking perv." I said, and stood up, walking back to the kitchen and continued the dishes. He laughed.

"You're not even going to finish your boyfriend off?" He called at me. "You really are a spic." He said, and I laughed. I walked back over to him, and grinned, thinking I was going to finish him off. I sat down in his lap, straddling his hips.

"What do you want baby?" I asked and he grabbed up my skirt, playing with the underwear covering up my behind. I giggled. "Oh Thomas...you dirty boy." I muttered, bending down, biting his shirt, lifting it up over his head. He smirked at me, and the first thing I did was place my wet soggy hands on his chest. He jumped harder than I did earlier. I rolled on the couch laughing as he shivered from the gross sink water. I laid on my side, just giggling. I felt pressure on my back. Now I felt a lot of pressure on my back, and it hurt. Collins was sitting on my lower back.

"Now who's laughing Angel?" He asked, and started to rock himself, like he was a cowboy or something. I shouted in retaliation, and kicked his back, but he wouldn't have any of it. He slapped my butt and continued to rock as I groaned in pain. The door opened again, to reveal Roger and Mark who looked either really pleased, or just confused. It was actually both. Mark was pleased to get me playing horsey against my will on camera, and Roger just wanted it to end.

"Whatcha guys doin'?" Roger asked, and I groaned again. I could barely breath. I grabbed up all my strength and sat up, making the man on top of me, who was twice my size, thank you very much, topple over. I stood up, and almost tripped, fixing my wig.

"I really don't know." I told Roger. Mark just grinned, continuing his camera-ing. I looked at him. "Baby, if you don't put that goddamn camera down, I'll French kiss you." I warned him as I began to pour some wine. I didn't see the camera for the rest of the night.