Sir Gawain of Camelot… I love you! You keep this story going, really, you do… And the jeans were in the book bag, which is why there was the zipping and book rustling sounds coming from the stall… And thanks for the name for Collins grandma… And Cha-Cha makes my day, so that works too! I need to buy that on DVD so I can screen cap it… I only have the tape…

Angel's smile was waning only slightly by the end of the day. He had been tripped, but Collins caught his arm, so he didn't fall, someone pushed all this things off his dest at one point, and then made rude comments when he bent to pick them up, and he could totally see someone having spray painted his locker if normal people kept spray paint in their locker. But luckily no, that hadn't happened.

He pushed his books into his bag and quickly made his way to the door, hoping to be out of the room and to his locker before anyone could get in his way. And it wasn't until he was half way there that someone did.

"Hey!"

Angel stopped, pulling his book bag from the hand it was in so that it was up on his shoulders, and turned, looking utterly pissed with his hip cocked to the side, one hand resting impatiently on it. "Ya?"

Someone that Angel didn't know by name, but that he could identify as someone on the baseball team from the jacket, was standing there, looking more like he just wanted to start a fight than as if he were actually offended by Angel's life style choices. "Where'd you get those clothes? Your mom?"

He rolled his eyes at the half assed attempt at an insult. "You know, I really don't have time for this. I need to get home to watch my sister, I've had enough for one day, and honestly, I don't care what you think of me, what I wear, or who I choose to kiss, so we'll do this tomorrow, okay? Write that down." He flashed a smile and turned on his heels, leaving the boy behind him.

"Don't think this is over faggot!"

Angel called over his shoulder. "Wouldn't dream of it!" He could vaguely hear the boy call him a fairy, but he just rolled his eyes again, walking the rest of the way to his locker.

After Angel got his stuff packed, he decided to meet Collins at his locker, since it was always the other way around. Collins was just closing up his locker, taking a book out of it, which Angel found odd since Collins never had homework, what with his three last periods of the day being study halls. Angel came up behind him and took the book from him, reading the cover. "Hmm… Learning how to rewire computers huh?" He raised an eyebrow at Collins, who shrugged and took the book back. "Seems like that could get you in trouble, if you ask me."

"Ya well if it did, I could so get out of it without trouble." He smiled and winked at Angel. "I'm very good with my words."

Angel rolled his eyes again. "Ohh ya. You have a way." He hit Collins softly on the arm. "Now come on, I gotta get back to Clara. She can't even get into the house until I get home with the keys."

They walked together outside the school. "You want me to walk you home?"

"Nah, it's okay. I don't think my mom will be all that happy with me brining you home, dressed like this…" He motioned down to his shirt and jeans. "…the next day. Why don't we give it a few?"

"Ya okay. So does that mean you're inviting me over to meet your parents?"

"You've met my mom… kinda… for a minute."

They got to the corner where they would have to part ways in order to each get home, and each stopped to finish their talk. "But I didn't get introduced to them. Let alone as your boyfriend." He took Angel's hands and smiled sweetly, cocking his head to the side a bit.

"One step at a time okay Collins? Just give me time." He cocked his head to mock Collins. "I remember you saying something about having all the time in the world?"

"Well, ya, there's that. And this…" He leaned down and kissed Angel softly, holding his forehead against the smaller boys, breathing out softly.

Angel stayed there for a moment, before squeezing Collins hands and pulling back. "Ya, we got this. But they can know about this another day, okay? Promise." He turned away, turning back only fir a moment to blow Collins a kiss before making his way home.

Collins watched Angel walk away until he turned the corner and was out of site. It wasn't until that moment that Collins let himself chuckle softly and make his own way home.

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

Angel waited until he heard his mom pull into the driveway to pull his jacket back on. "Why are you putting your jacket on? I like your shirt today."

Angel turned to lift his sister into a hug. "That's Honey." He set her down and knelt down in front of her, holding a finger to his lips. "But you can't tell Mom about my shirt okay?"

"We have a secret!" She clapped her hands in front of her, and Angel couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm.

"Ya we do, so don't tell mom okay?"

She nodded and zipped her lips with her fingers, tossing away the keys. "I won't." As the front door opened and their mother came in, Angel stood up and Clara bounced off into the living room.

Angel tightened his jacket around him and walked past his mother and out the door, his lips set in a frown. He muttered a small 'see you later' and made his way to Collins.

His mother called from the porch. "Your father gets home at eight. You best be here at the same time."

Angel nodded without turning around and quickly walked the rest of the way to Collins, knocking softly on the door. His grandmother answered the door, instantly pulling Angel into a hug. "Angel! It's so nice to see you again!" She let go of Angel and pulled him into the house, closing the door behind him. "Would you like something to eat? Or some tea?" She walked into the kitchen, pulling out things to make tea before Angel even answered.

"No thanks Ms. Collins." Angel sat down at the kitchen table.

But she kept making the sandwich. "Ohh now, Ms. Collins is far too formal for family."

Angel smiled to himself. This was so much different from his family. His own grandma didn't even like to be called grandma. "Abuelita?"

She turned around, setting the turkey sandwich in front of Angel. "Ohh now that has a nice ring to it.

Like Angel had said, he wasn't really hungry, but she was looking at him expectantly, so he lifted half the sandwich, taking a bite with a small smile. "Mmmm." She turned away with a satisfied smile and began putting the bread and turkey away. Angel set it down. Not that it wasn't good, but he just wasn't hungry. "Do you know where Collins is?"

"He's fixing the clock in the living room. He took it apart for parts yesterday, and I told him if he didn't put it back together, he was buying me a new one."

Right on cue, Collins walked into the kitchen, kissing Angel on the forehead before sitting down beside him. "What I was making would have been way cooler than a clock."

"Well, I don't think a tracking devise for a dog collar would have told me when my shows started."

Angel couldn't help but laugh as he pushed his sandwich toward Collins. "You don't have a dog."

"Well that's cause my grandma says I would lose it." He gave his grandma a pointed glare. "That's why I was making a tracking devise for it."

"Make it out of something other than my two hundred dollar oak clock."

Collins rolled his eyes, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Don't worry, I fixed it."

"It better be." Ms. Collins turned away, pulling the now empty place off the table. "Now the two of you get out of my kitchen. Go get some fresh air, it's nice outside. I don't want you indoors all night."

Angel and Collins exchanged a glance, standing up slowly. "Are you kicking us out of the house?"

She shooed them both toward the door. "I'm just saying get fresh air. Don't you go making me sound like some kind of monster for it. It's healthy." She pushed them out the door and closed it behind them.

They stood on the porch for a moment, looking at the door. "Well that was odd."

Collins shrugged. "Not really, she does it kinda often when the weather's nice. I tend to spend a lot of time in my room reading or messing with computers, so if it was nice out, she would kick me out of the house." He took Angels hand and walked off the porch, sitting on the steps, pulling Angel down beside him.

"Well… What do we do now?"

"Umm… I normally go to the library, or I go buy electronics or something. I don't suppose you're a big fan of Radio Shack?"

Angel gave Collins an 'ohh please' look. "Not in the slightest. But shopping I like." He smiled sweetly at Collins, squeezing his hand.

Collins raised an eyebrow. "Like for clothing?"

"Ya! I've got some money. And any ways, you said you liked the side of me these clothes bring out. Maybe I should get more of them."

"You know, on second thought, I like this plan."

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

After Collins asked to borrow the car from his grandma, which took a bit of convincing, since she said driving didn't count as getting fresh air, they drove a few towns over to the mall. They walked around for about twenty minutes, letting Collins buy some cheap clock to take apart before making their way over to a clothing store. In all honesty, Collins seemed to be more into the choosing process than Angel was. Angel was still a bit uncomfortable with this. Not that the clothes weren't great, and that he could actually buy them, unlike his mother buying him clothes, but he was still self conscious. With every shirt Angel picked up, Collins was standing over his shoulder, telling him what he thought of it. And Angel usually responded with something along the lines of 'ohh ya, like I could pull that off" or "Are you kidding me?". Simple as that.

Collins finally rolled his eyes, after the tenth shirt was unnecessarily returned to the rack. "Angel, would you stop it? You already know you're the hottest thing here." This time Angel rolled his eyes, causing Collins to hit him softly on the arm softly. "Stop that. You are!"

Angel smiled thankfully. "Okay fine. I'll get a few… Happy?" He turned from Collins and picked up a few of the shirts that he had put back along the way, turning only to stick his tongue out at Collins before moving to the changing room.

Angel shut and locked the door behind him, before pulling off his own jacket and shirt, looking in the mirror for a moment before pulling on one of the three shirts he had grabbed. It was white and had a print of the earth. Really simple, but Angel already loved it. He pulled that one off and pulled on the next, a green one with a sparkly blue star on it. He repeated the process a few times, eventually finding three shirts he liked.

As Angel tried on the shirts, Collins took a seat on a nearby bench, waiting about ten minutes for Angel to come back out. When he did, placing a pile of shirts on that tray they keep outside of the dressing room for all the clothes that aren't good enough, Collins sat back up, looking at the three shirts Angel was still holding. "See? I told you that you would find some."

Angel rolled his eyes jokingly. "Mmhmm." With a smile, he leaned up and kissed Collins quickly. They were in a bigger city at the moment, so it probably wasn't as odd an occurrence for a boy to kiss a boy (gasp!) but they still attracted a few looks, and Angel just smiled at the people, even sticking his tongue out at the few who seemed disgusted. He slipped his free hand into Collins' and pulled him toward the cash register counter, setting his shirts down happily.

From the look on the cashiers face, you could tell she found it odd that two teenage boys were buying shirts from the girls section, but she was either too polite, or too scared to say anything about it, which both boys were a bit grateful for. No words were exchanged but the price until Angel took the bag from her hand with a brilliant smile and "Thanks!" Sliding his hand back into Collins', Angel pulled Collins from the store and back to the car, smiling to himself. As little as buying shirts seemed, Angel felt like he had taken a huge step.

I know it's kinda short, but I felt like this was a good end for the chapter…