So lovely reviewers, you asked for it and here it is, chapter 2. I've got to say this isn't my favorite out of all the things that I've written, but I'm satisfied enough to put this up today to keep you all happy. This chapter is a little bit longer than the last, but expect delays on the next one since I'm planning to talk about the protest AND the life AND everything after they left the life that night, so it should be dramatically longer. You may have noticed that I leave out the peices that are actually in the movie. I do that on purpose. Johnathan Larson was brilliant, I hate to mess with what he made, plus we all know what happens. :) As for my lovely reviewers (and those of you who have yet to become lovely reviewers), I would love it if you all would leave some reviews. Tell me what you like, what you don't like, what I can change. I love constructive criticism, and this is my first fic so the more input the better. Enjoy!


Angel and Collins left the loft hand in hand after her fabulous introduction to Mark and Roger.

"Does this mean they approve?" Angel asked, blinking at him as he squeezed her hand, pulling her closer. He chuckled, that deep and masculine sound in his throat that sent her stomach into back flips.

"I hope so"

She laughed and lay her head on his shoulder. He held her closer, feeling the heat of her body through his flannel shirt. December chilled his blood, and he suddenly missed his coat, though he tried not to let on.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her.

"Not at all"

She kissed him on the cheek and he felt the warmth rush back into his veins. After a couple of blocks, they came to a nearly-deserted park, a few children playing with their new Christmas toys. She promptly giggled and began to drag him towards the park. He looked at her with a confused expression.

"Detour" she said

"I'll cover you..."

He took her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers in an innocent, yet passionate kiss. He felt warmer than he could remember being in a long time. Of all the boyfriends, and of all the kisses he'd had, not one had truly set off fireworks like this one. He loved her. Just one day and he'd already fallen in love. One kiss.

"Let's go" he said. He walked her home, the both of them wrapped in his coat.

When they arrived home, Collins was surprised to see a rather skinny and young-looking girl curled up on Angel's sofa.

"Mimi-chica!" Angel ran to embrace her friend

"Angel!"

"Where were you, girl?"

"Life support."

"Which should have ended over an hour ago?"

"Detour."

Mimi's face was overcome with a scandalous look

"Oh? Usted debe tener cuidado, chica."

"Sé"

Mimi raised her eyebrows. Sometimes her friend, her sister in many ways, fell in love with things, with people, too easily.

"So, who is this?" Mimi asked.

"Mimi-chica, this is my boyfriend, Collins."

Mimi spun around, standing rather close to Collins, and looked up at him over her shoulder.

"You better take care of my girl."

she said before slamming her hip into Collins' upper thigh (he is considerably taller than she) and walking back to her friend. He nodded, to surprised by the girls before hi to respond. Angel grabbed Collins by the hand, leading them both back to the couch where she settled easily into Collins' lap, conversing rapidly with Mimi in both Spanish and English. He wasn't really listening, (he couldn't understand half of it anyway) bu rather watched their conversation, until he heard Mimi begin to chatter on about roger, which captured his interest. Roger could use someone, he'd barely been out of the house since April.

"He's so... Ugh!" I don't know girl!" Angel smiled seeing her Mimi so excited over someone.

"It'll work out, don't worry... COLLINS!"

She scolded the man currently distracting her with lips on her neck. He grunted in protest, but settled for resting his forehead on her shoulder. Mimi laughed, her hands fidgeting in her lap a little too anxiously. She looked from one of them to the other.

"I should go." Mimi said. Angel got a worried look in her eyes.

"Okay. Te amo."

"Te amo."

"Hey, are you going to Maureen's protest tonight?" Collins interjected. Angel looked at her hopefully.

"Might as well."

She smiled mischievously, grabbed the couple in her arms for a brief hug, and left the apartment. But angel still looked worried.

"What's wrong, babe?" Collins asked.

"She's using again. It hasn't been this bad in a long time."

He just wrapped his arms tighter around her. They were quiet for a while, until Angel jumped up, grabbing his hand.

"We have time for one more detour before the protest." She suggested. Collins was quick to his feet.

"Whoopsh, Whooopsh." He made a whipping motion with one hand, lifted a joint to his lips, lit it, and smiled mischievously. She reached up to grab it, took a drag, and returning the joint to him, pranced into the hallway, her love in tow.


Alright all! Next chapter : Maureens protest and the Life Cafe, not to mention anything coming after the life cafe... Expect the T rating to go up to M with the next chapter. Muahaha. REVIEW PLEASE!