:D Chapter 3 is here at… 12:43 in the morning/night/thing! Well… in my time zone. And… I'm not posting it at that time. That's when I'm writing it. Aw, screw the author's notes they're stupid.
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--Magic Moments--
-Collins' POV-
Oh god, I'm so nervous. I mean, it's not like I've never been on a date before… but somehow this feels different. And wow- Angel sure is different.
He's simply… beautiful. He's the first boyfriend I've ever had who I can call beautiful. Is he wearing makeup? Amazing.
"Um… I like the eyeliner. It's… okay- I won't think so hard about what I'm saying. It's freaking hot." Angel laughs, possibly the best sound I've ever heard.
"Maureen said you would like it." Maureen? She was involved in this? Shit. She'll tell everyone.
"Oh, Maureen helped?"
"Yeah. You thought I managed to do this makeup on my own? Well, I'm flattered, certainly." He's grinning at me as he drives.
"You know she's going to tell everyone about our date."
"Yeah. I don't mind, do you?"
"Nah. It's okay."
We drive for around half an hour, and finally we can see the next town on the horizon. The lights are shining and the sun is just going down. We drive into town and look for the small pizza place I had looked up in a phone book. We finally find it, but it's too crowded inside for us to sit down. I feel a little awkward… it seems like everyone is staring at us- the two boys holding hands. I guess Angel can feel my anxiousness.
"You okay, babe? Let's just get our pizza and go eat in the car." He walks up to the man working behind the counter. "Any particular toppings you like?"
"Nah. I'll just go with plain cheese pizza. And you?"
"I like… pepperoni. Yeah. One slice of cheese, one of pepperoni, and a large coke." He smiles at me again, and I smile back. We get our food, and walk out to the car. Angel unwraps the two straws he snagged off the counter and puts them in the lid of the soda cup.
"How do we tell which straw is which?" I ask, not actually that worried about it.
"Who cares anyway?" he answers. "Like it matters. Here's your pizza." He hands me the slice of cheesy pizza and I pick it up and take a big bite. Angel is grinning at me, eating his own pizza.
We finish dinner and go to the small movie theater. Although this town isn't as small as ours, it's still not that big. There are only three choices for movies tonight anyway. We pick one, and it turns out to be a drama of some sort. Not a very good one, because about fifteen minutes into it Angel pokes my arm.
"This is boring. Let's go. We'll say we saw the movie, but let's just go to the park or something." We both stand up discreetly and sneak out, even though there aren't very many people there to disturb. Oh well…
-Angel's POV-
This evening has been more tense than it should be. I just want… What do I want?
I want to hug him, kiss him, just be near him. That's all I want right now. Not some damn movie, or stupid pizza. Just him.
"Let's just go to the park or something." My best suggestion tonight. He agrees and we leave, giggling as we walk out of the theater. He still has the tub of popcorn, arguing that it's great for dessert. We go to the nearest park, just a big field with a path and some benches, and a tree here and there. We scoff at the benches and sit down under a tree, close together and holding hands. I love the feeling of our hands making contact.
"So… did you have fun tonight?" he asks, a little self-conscious I notice.
"Yeah… I mean, it was okay. Not really a super first date, but pretty good." He looks worried. "I think my favorite part was coming out here, just being around you." He smiles and looks up at the sky.
"I think I can agree with that." Aw… he's so cute. I should probably tell him…
"You're the first guy I've ever gone out with." I just kind of blurt that out. Oh, great. Now he's going to think I'm weird or something.
"That's cool. I'm surprised no one found you before me." Okay. That's good. I lean my head on his shoulder, and feel him shift his weight so we'll be more comfortable.
We just sit like that for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful moment. And then… we kiss. It's possibly the sweetest sensation I've ever felt, like an electric current going through my body. A simple kiss, lips pressed together and then pulled apart. The look in his eyes is precious to me, and I swear I will treasure it for the rest of my life. He just looks into my eyes and pulls me close, holding me tight.
"Angel, I think I love you."
"Collins, I think I love you too."
We bring our lips together for another kiss, and stand up. Our hands are still together, and we have no reason to take them apart. We walk together to the car, separating only for a moment, to get in and sit down.
The drive back to his house is filled with a pleasant semi-silence. I can practically feel love radiating off of our bodies, filling the air with a vibe of well-being. We stop outside his house, and I stop him before he gets out of the car.
"Good night." A kiss on the cheek. "I love you."
"Good night, babe. I love you, too. Call me, maybe we can do something later this weekend." He gets out of the car and closes the door. He walks to the front door of his house, and turns to wave goodbye before going inside and shutting the door. I go home filled with this feeling of complete contentment, and I've forgotten about everything except how wonderful his lips feel against my own.
I park the car in the driveway and walk inside. I groan- there is my father, waiting for me to get home. Obviously mom told him about my date.
"Angelo, you know you shouldn't go out without my permission."
"Mom said it was okay. Besides, you never let me go out." Not the strongest argument, but hey- I'm still recovering from that kiss.
"Your mother is not the primary authority in this family. I am your father, and I will tell you if you can go or not. And I am telling you now that you will not be going out for any more… dates, as long as you live in this house. Do I make myself clear, Angelo?"
"Yes sir. I'm going upstairs to do some homework now."
"And don't call that fag boyfriend of yours, either."
Yep, this is life in my home. Loving mother, little brother… and father from hell. At least I have Collins.
-Collins' POV-
That had to be… the most magical experience of my life. Those sweet kisses… they were so different from the ones I've shared with previous boyfriends. These were filled with love and personality, and a sort of tenderness- not just lust and wanting. I love him, so much. Oh, look… My mother is sitting in the living room, waiting for me.
"Thomas! How was your date?"
"It was good." I smile at her sweetly, hoping to avoid the normal drilling I get after a date. Unfortunately it appears that won't be happening.
"That's wonderful! Tell me, what movie did you see?"
"Some drama thing. Artsy. It was horrible. Actually… we left after about twenty minutes and went to the park instead."
"Did you kiss her?" I groan. Do I really have to talk about this? Oh well. The faster I give her answers, the faster I can get out of here.
"Yes. We kissed, and it was magical. Can I go to bed now?"
"Of course. I'm glad you had fun, sweetie."
Finally, I get to go upstairs. I try to work on my sketch of Angel. Maybe I'll draw another one, just for fun. I try a few different ideas… but nothing seems to be working. Oh well. One sketch is enough for now. I can look at it and imagine him, smiling and laughing.
-still Collins' POV-
I wake up the next morning with a headache. I stand up and feel dizzy. Oh, shit. This can't be good. I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up everything that had been in my stomach. Shit. Why am I sick? Why? Was it bad pizza or popcorn?
"Tom, what's wrong? You're up awfully early for a Saturday- Oh, baby are you okay?" Great. My mother.
"I think I'm okay now. I… uh, I threw up." She helps clean me up and leads me back to bed.
"You go back to sleep, and let me know if you don't feel better later." She tucks me into bed, and finally leaves me alone. All I can think of at this point is Angel. Is he okay? Did he get sick too? I have to call him.
I manage to get out of bed, even though I still feel a little dizzy. I search my desk until I find my cell phone. I find his number and dial it, careful to be quiet so my parents won't notice.
"Hello?"
"Um, hello. This is Tom Collins. Is…" Oh yeah… his parents probably call him Angelo. "Is Angelo there?"
"Hold on one sec. ANGELO, PHONE FOR YOU!" There's silence for a moment and then my sweet Angel picks up the phone.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"I'm sick. I uh… wanted to make sure you were okay. I was hoping it wasn't food, or anything contagious."
"No, I'm fine. Do you want me to come over and give you some soup or something?"
That's not a good idea. Not at all.
"Um… my parents don't know that I'm gay, remember? My mom asked about you and I said you were a girl. So you would need long hair, makeup, and all that. You would have to look like a girl."
"Give me a couple hours and I can do that."
Great. My boyfriend is coming over disguised as my girlfriend, and if my parents find out, I'm pretty much disowned right there. I can only pray that Angel can be a pretty convincing girl.
-Angel's POV-
Aw, my poor baby is sick. I'll make him some homemade soup and go over there. Do I have that Halloween wig still? Yes! Here it is in my closet.
I go downstairs and start to make the soup. While it's cooking I go back upstairs and pick my outfit. Very girly pants with a very girly shirt. Makeup. I go back downstairs when I hear the timer beep on the stove. I pour the soup into a container and stuff it in my backpack. Going back upstairs I hear my mom and dad talking.
"Honey, let him be. He finally has someone, and you're acting like it's a disaster!"
"It is a disaster. My oldest son is… unnatural, and I will not allow a defect like that in my household."
God, I wish they wouldn't talk about me like that. Well, I guess I'm used to it by now. I head into the bathroom and put on the wig. It's brown, about shoulder-length with a gentle wave to it. I make sure that it looks perfect before going out into the hallway.
"Mama, I'm going out for a while! I'll be back later." I'm in such a hurry I don't even ask. I run out of the house before I can hear her answer. I sigh in relief as I walk down the street, hoping no one will notice me. I suppose I'm lucky that I look so girly. I finally reach Collins' house, and I ring the doorbell. Well… now is the determining moment…
"Hello? Are you Angel?" I nod at the woman standing in front of me. "Oh, you're Tom's little friend! Please, come in! Why are you here?"
"Um… Tom called me and said he was sick. I offered to bring him soup. It's homemade." His mom coos and fawns over me for a while longer, and then shows me to his room. I guess I am pretty convincing as a girl. We go upstairs and I open the door she motions toward.
"Angel! You look wonderful!" I just wish I could say the same for him. He looks pale, but he still smiles happily at me.
"Sweetie, you look horrible. Here, I made some soup for you. Oh… it's probably cold by now. I'll go warm it up."
"Oh… be careful. Try not to do or say anything too… guy-like."
I walk down the stairs and go into the kitchen. It's pretty easy to find. There's a microwave on the counter, and Collins' mom and dad are both sitting at the kitchen table. They smile at me.
"So, you're Angel. Tom was pretty excited about your date last night." His father shakes my hand. I feel a little awkward…
"Um… yeah. He's great. Can I use the microwave? The soup got cold." His mother nods and gets a bowl out of the cabinet. We put the soup into the microwave and warm it. I thank them profusely and go back upstairs. That was a difficult situation. I'm not exactly comfortable trying to pass myself off as a girl…
"Collins, baby, I brought the soup back." I open the door and set the bowl down on the bed, careful not to let it tip over. "Poor little Tom, he got sick. Here- it's chicken soup." I get a spoonful and feed it to him. He laughs and reaches up to grab the spoon.
"No, I can feed myself, silly." I shrug and let him take the spoon from me. He eats the soup happily, and compliments me on my cooking skills. "And this is from scratch?"
"Yep, mostly. I made it right after you called." I lower my voice so his parents wouldn't hear me if they were nearby. "I found the wig in my closet, and it's not very comfortable. I guess I'm just a little self-conscious around your parents." We laugh and spend the morning together, talking about different things.
"You know, I was really glad that your wig looked a little like that drawing I did. Remember- I made your hair longer. I'm so happy to see you."
"Mhmm." I lean down and kiss his forehead. "No kisses on the lips today, just in case you're contagious. Promise you'll get better?"
"I promise, Ang. I'll see you on Monday, probably."
We say goodbye and I go downstairs. His mom and dad are there and they both give me a quick hug, telling me to come back to visit soon. I guess that went better than it might have.
I'm almost all the way home before I remember how I left the house. My dad will be furious, and me wearing a wig would not make the situation better. Luckily I wasn't wearing that much makeup. I take off the wig and shake my head to get my hair back to normal- curly and frizzy and getting longer than I like it to be. I hide the wig in my backpack and open the door, ready for whatever lecture I'll get.
"Where the hell did you go?" my father is asking, the second I get inside.
"I had to go see a friend. He's sick, and I made him some soup." I know that even if this will make him mad, it's better than lying.
"Your boyfriend?" I nod and look him in the eyes. "I thought I made it clear that you are not to call him any more. Are you as stupid as you act sometimes?"
"I didn't call him, he called me. And I'm not the stupid one, you are!" I yell and run up the stairs to my room. Shit. Now he's going to kill me. I lock the door, just in case he decides to come up here. I just made a pretty bad choice, huh?
Whee! I feel super-duper special now! Because I just spent three hours writing this chapter when I could have been writing more for my MarkRoger story:D Please Review!