AN: Again, really short chapters, but I'll try to get one up every day…

Angel and Collins were in the pizzeria, had each ordered a slice of pizza, and were sitting at the counter as they waited. Angel sipped on his cream soda and Collins was just looking at. He lowered the bottle hesitantly. "What?"

"Nothing, just enjoying the view." Without looking to the window, Collins raised a finger and pointed over his shoulder to the 'view', which happened to be a children's clothing store.

Angel rose and eyebrow. "Okay… So tell me, where did you live before you came here?"

"Santa Fe."

"Wow, that's… far. What brings you here?"

"Well my family's still out there. I just had a big fight with my dad about some stuff and he sent me to live with my grandma." His face fell just a bit before flying back into a huge smile. "But the area's amazing! You should see it sometime."

Angel was curious about the fight, but Collins seemed to have quickly changed the subject, so Angel wasn't going to bring it up. "Maybe someday." He looked away when the waiter set down two slices of pizza in front of them on paper plates. "Thanks." They had already paid so the two each grabbed their slice, their sodas, and left the pizzeria.

"So…" Collins folded his piece in half and took a bite. "What is there in this area to do for fun?"

"Well there's an arcade." Bite.

"Do you hang out there?" Bite.

"Well, I'm not much of a gamming kind of person." Bite. "But I've been there a few times. My sister likes to play ping pong there, so I bring her when my mom lets me."

Sip. "You sound kinda bitter when you say 'mom'."

"We're not really on the best terms. I think she wanted a girl, and she got stuck with me." Angel shrugged his shoulders. "But it's okay most of the time. Since my sister was born it got better. She has someone to do those girly things with that she couldn't do with me."

Collins too the last bite of his pizza and washed it down with the rest of his drink. "That sucks. What about you dad?"

"We're much better. He got the boy he wanted. Not the ball tossing boy most would want, but he's not the ball tossing type of dad, so it works."

"Well that's better." Collins and Angel tossed their trash in a garbage bin on the street corner. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What do you do around here for fun?" Collins smiled at him and Angel could feel his heart flutter in his stomach.

"I… Umm… I hang out with my sister mostly. I have to watch her every night until eight, except Tuesdays when she gets out early, like today. I don't have time to do much of anything fun by my self."

They walked by a park and Collins stopped walking, looking into the park. It was deserted and the grass was over grown just a little bit. Angel turned back when he realized Collins was not longer walking beside him. "Whatchya looking at?" He didn't see anything all that interesting.

Collins looked from the over grown grass, then up to the sky. "I think it's gonna rain."

"What are you talking about?" I squinted up to look at the sky along with him. "It's gorgeous and sunny."

"Nah, come 'ere." Collins held Angels wrist as he pulled him into the park, sitting on a little bridge that went over a small spring, pulling Angel to sit beside him.

Angel gave him an uncertain smile after he didn't speak for a few minutes. "What now?"

Collins held a finger to his lips. "Just wait." They sat still for another few minutes, when the sun suddenly clouded over. Collins grinned from ear to ear. "Ready?"

"For what?"

"Three… Two… One…" At the exact moment Collins said one, thunder cracked and rain started to pour in buckets.

Angel jumped up and ran under a tree, trying to brush the water off his jacket, which was already soaked. He watched as Collins took another his time walking to meet Angel under the tree, where there was only a slight drizzle as apposed to the heavy downfall outside of the tree. Angel wiped his face with the inside of his jacket, thoroughly drying it off. "So, you enjoy a good down pour every now and then?" Angel did all he could to avert his eyes from the firm abs that Collins thin shirt was sticking to.

Collins shrugged and did nothing to dry off any part of himself. "Every now and then, ya. It's refreshing don't you think?" He stretched his arms over his head and looked back out to the bridge. Angel sucked in a breath as Collins shirt rose up over his abs, and when Collins looked back with a smirk, Angel looked down to his feet and covered his gasp with a cough. "You okay?" He lowered his arms and smirked at Angel.

"Ohh ya." Another fake cough. "I'm fine. Maybe just catching a cold or something."

"We should get you out of the rain then." He sounded generally concerned, his smile disappearing. It came back though when a leave fell above and a large water droplet landed on Angel's cheek. They both looked up as Collins chuckled and Angel gave him a mock glare.

"Here, let me." Collins wiped the droplet away from Angel's cheek with his thumb, letting his hand lay on there.

Angel's breath caught as they just looked at each other, Collins hand falling to Angel's chin. It was a minute before Angel stepped back sharply. "I need to get going." He looked over his shoulder and to his soaked clothes. "My mom's gonna flip."

He looked back up to Collins who was frowning slightly. "Angel, I…"

"I'll see you tomorrow." With that Angel took off and ran home, leaving Collins in the park under the tree.

Once Angel got home, he took his shoes and coat off on the porch before walking into the house. He had barely gotten into dry clothes and dried up the floor when his mom got to him.

"Angel!"

Angel flinched. "Yes mom?"

"What the hell is this mess?"

"I dried up the floor and everything mom."

"Well there is a pile of wet clothing lying on the bathroom floor. What the hell is that if not a mess?"

"I was just about to go put them in the drying. I figured you would want me to wipe up the floor in the hallway first."

"What I want is for you to not come home soaked and mess up my clean house."

It didn't really matter that Angel had been the one to clean the house in the first place. That he swept and mopped the hall every other day, that he didn't the laundry, or that he cleaned up after his mother cooked an amazing dinner. "I'm sorry mom. I'll dry off outside next time."

"Don't get lippy with me mister." She backhanded Angel on the cheek quickly, enough to make Angel flinch, but not hard enough to really hurt. And he was used to it anyway. "Next time you get attitude with my your grounded."

"Mamma!" They both turned to the living room, where Clara's voice was calling.

"Coming honey!" Their mother smiled, but her anger returned when she pointed to Angel, lowering her voice. "You best have that fucking mess picked up in ten minutes." She turned to join her daughter in the living room.

"Yes mom." Angel turned to finish up his cleaning rubbing his hand across his cheek, not thinking about his mother slapping him, but of Collins hand lingering there.