AN: Okay, I'm gonna try to work on this more, and maybe finish it up… Though I don't have a clue where it's going yet….

Angel sunk into depression. He didn't answer Collins phone calls, or come out when he visited, and it was tearing his heart open. He buried all the clothes he had gotten with Collins and his father in the back of his closet and went back to wearing over sized jeans and ordinary tee shirts. His body had healed, though it still hurt when he turned his arm certain ways. School was over two weeks again, and honestly, this was nothing like the summer Angel had been hoping for. He had spent the last two weeks of school avoiding Collins, which was especially hard in art class, since they had assigned seats together, but Angel got very good at not looking up or talking. It didn't help that he was still madly in love with Collins, but Angel's mother made sure to tell him every day how much better this would be for him. He could see where his mother was coming from, but that didn't make it any easier for him to accept it.

He sat on the porch with Clara, playing Clue. It was too hot to be indoors, since the AC was broken. He had planned on bringing Clara to the park, but the repair man was coming to fix it between noon and three, so they had to stay home, since both their parents were at work.

Clara picked up her score sheet and looked at the pieces on the board. "It was Mr. Green, in the kitchen, with the lead pipe." She smiled proudly as she pulled the winning cards out from the case file, and Angel couldn't help but smile again. The only times he smiled lately were with Clara. She had an infectious smile. "You're not having fun are you?"

"What?" Angel shook his head. "No, I am. I was just thinking…"

Clara leaned back against the porch rail, pulling her pony tail out and re tying it on top of her head. "About Collins?"

Sometimes Clara being so perceptive was amazing, other times it was just annoying. "I don't want to talk about it Clara."

"He called yesterday you know. Mom answered and hung up on him. Why don't you call him back?"

"I can't, mom doesn't want me to."

"So? I do all sorts of stuff mama doesn't want me to."

Angel raised an eyebrow at his little sister curiously. "Like what?"

She shook her head. "We're talking about you here Angel. Let's stay on topic. You've been acting depressed for weeks, and it's starting to depress me. Just call him and say you're sorry for what ever you did."

"It's not that simple Clara."

"Make it that simple." Leave it to the seven year old to think every think could be solved with a cute 'I'm sorry'.

Angel rolled his eyes and was about to end the conversation when someone carrying a duffle bag started walking up their drive way. He was wearing army print pants, heavy boots, and a black tank top. His short blonde hair was spiked up at odd angles, and his green eyes were piercing even with the length of the drive way between them. "Can I help you?"

"Uhh ya. You Angel?"

Angel nodded. "Ya, and you are?"

"I'm looking for Collins."

Angel stiffened up a bit and Clara laughed behind her hand. "He's not here."

"Ya, but I was asking around town, and no one seems to know his address, but they pointed me here. Said you could point me in the right direction?" He brushed his hand through his short hair, shifting his weight and his duffle bag.

"Williams street." Angel pointed down the road. "That way."

The boy looked down the road. "You think you could be a bit more specific?"

Angel was about to reply when the truck for the repair man pulled in. He looked to the boy still standing in the drive way. "Just a minute."

After twenty minutes of Angel showing the repair man where the AC was, and waiting while he fixed it and gave Angel a bill to take on his mother's board, Angel made his way back outside, where Clara and the boy looking for Collins had started a new game of Clue.

Clara looked back up at Angel. "He done?" Angel nodded. "So we can go to the park now?"

"I don't know."

"But the park is just past Collins house. We can show Roger the way."

Angel's eyes widened a bit as she looked to the boy on the porch. "You're Roger?"

Roger nodded. "I'm guessing by your tone Collins told you about me?"

"You came up, just a bit. You're the reason he moved here?"

Roger laughed shortly. "I guess so." Angel wasn't sure if that was something that made him want the punch Roger, or hug him.

"So can we show Roger to Collins? We haven't seen him in forever!" Angel rolled her eyes. Clara went back to being the cute little oblivious girl so many people thought she was. "Please?"

"Fine, we'll show Roger, but we're not staying."

It was Clara's turn to roll her eyes. Roger looked between the siblings. "Okay, I just wanted directions. Am I upsetting some tipsy balance here?"

Yes. "No, let's just go." Angel grabbed Clara's hand and they started down the road. He didn't bother leaving a note for his mom, since she wouldn't be home for another four hours. They walked in silence, aside from Roger whistling some song Angel was pretty sure he didn't know.

Once they came to Collins's street, Angel sucked in a deep breath. He normally went the other way to the part, just to avoid walking past Collins's house, but that was too far out of the way now. Clara looked up to Angel and squeezed his hand comfortingly. With a small smile in return, they started down the street. Once they were in front of Collins's house, Angel stopped on the side walk and pointed to the building. "It's that one."

Roger nodded. "Thanks so much." He offered Angel a huge smile and flung his bag off his shoulder as he bound up the steps, knocking loudly.

"Come on Clara." Angel pulled at his sister's arm, but she didn't move. "I told you, we're not here to see Collins!"

Clara stared intently at the door, not moving until Collins opened it and she was sure he had seen her. "Fine, we can go."

A loud greeting was exchanged on the porch, but as Collins hugged Roger, he saw Angel and Clara walking away down the street. "Angel! Wait!" Collins skipped five steps on the porch as he jumped off to catch up with Angel, grabbing her arm. "Wait up."

Angel looked to the ground, kicking a rock. "I need to go." He turned again, but Collins jumped in front of him, walking back wards ahead of him.

"Come on Angel, you haven't talked to me in nearly a month… Please?"

"Not right now, I need to go." Angel tried once again to push past him, but this time Collins grabbed his shoulders and Angel's eyes snapped up to Collins, looking him in the eye for the first time since breaking up with him. He cocked his head to the side, looking Collins over, his eyes and his smile, as if he had forgotten Collins smile.

That alone made Angel smile too, and Collins took that as a good sign. He took his chances on leaning down and kissing Angel softly.

It was a good while before Angel pulled away, looking back to the ground and walking past Collins, taking Clara's hand again.

Collins let out a deep sigh, calling after Angel. "I love you Angel!"

Angel didn't turn around, but Clara did. "Believe me, he loves you too!"

That was enough to put the smile back on Collins face. Clara was very trust worthy with that kind of stuff. Roger jumped off the porch, standing beside Collins and following his eye sight to where Angel was turning the corner. "What's up with that?"

"I don't think I really know."

"So that's Angel?"

"That's Angel."