Chapter 16… voila! Wait… I'm having writers block issues. . DRAT. Hmmm… Having issues with writing is actually not a problem I have very often. Unlike Miranda! Bwahaha! Well now I'll stop being boring and try to write the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.

--Who Is This "Josh" You Speak Of?--

-Collins' POV-

"Well my gorgeous girlfriend and I gotta be going now."

"Ooh, Collins- nice use of alliteration!" Roger looks very proud. He taught me about alliteration last year when we had a poetry assignment and I was having serious problems with it.

"Yeah, we probably should go home now. My parents will probably want to yell at me." Angel rolls her eyes. "And your parents will probably want to kill you."

"Oh yeah… I never called them, did I? Oh well." We stand up and say goodbye to everyone, and leave the pizza place holding hands.

"So…" Angel says quietly. "Um… who was Josh?" I wince at the mention of his name. I was rather hoping to avoid this conversation.

"He was my last boyfriend." Angel raises an eyebrow and stops walking.

"Uh-huh. Really. Never would've guessed." Ah the biting sarcasm. "But really, who was he and why are you so… bothered by anyone talking about him?"

"Do we have to talk about this right now?" I try to get out of the conversation quickly. She gives me a glare and starts walking again in silence. "Angel?" No response. "Hey, come on- please talk to me?"

"No. Not until you tell me about Josh."

"Fine." I sigh. "Um…" Angel sighs loudly.

"When did you meet him, and when did you break up?"

"We met last year, at a school dance. We were going out until about a month before school started."

"Okay. Does he go to our school? What does he look like?"

"Yes, he goes to our school. He's kind of tall-ish, a little taller than you. Um… brown hair, brown eyes, not as pale as Mark, but pretty close… And… yeah."

"Really. Well you'll have to point him out sometime so I can say hi." She grins evilly. "So why did you break up with him?"

"He… um… kind of pressured me into doing some things I didn't really want to. I really liked him, but… I wasn't really… and then I broke up with him because I realized that he was a little… manipulative."

"Oh, honey I'm sorry." I shake my head.

"Not your fault. Just a few bad choices I made. Oh, we're almost to your house." We walk through the yard to the front door. "I guess I'll see you at school on Monday, or something…" She grins at me and kisses my cheek.

"Okay. Bye, Collins. I love you…"

"I love you too, Angel. See ya." She turns and goes into the house, and I start walking towards my house to face my parents. They'll probably blow up at me over the fact that I didn't come home or call them last night. A few minutes later I walk up to the front door, and try to open it quietly. But my mom is already in the room waiting for me. She grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, Thomas we were so worried! We thought you were hurt, or in trouble, or lost- where were you?"

I try not to look suspicious as I answer. "I was staying with Angel. We got back later than we had planned, and I sort of crashed at his place. Sorry I forgot to call." She sighs. I can tell that she knows I'm not telling the whole truth.

"Well that's no excuse. I think I'll have your father talk to you about this." Oy vey! That won't be good.

My dad gets home about twenty minutes later. He looks annoyed and worried when he comes in, but as soon as he sees me he just looks angry, if somewhat relieved.

"Where were you! You were gone all night, didn't call…"

"I'm so sorry that I forgot to call, dad. But Angel and I got home late and I crashed at his place. I just forgot to call you. I'm really sorry…"

"So you were staying with him. Well, I think you're going to be grounded for quite a while. You're to come home right after school, and you aren't allowed to go out anywhere for a month."

"But dad…"

"No! I want you to go upstairs and do your homework, or study or something. We'll call you down for dinner. And no phone calls either."

I go up the stairs slowly, looking as pitiful as possible, but to no avail. I go into my room and shut the door, lying down on the bed and shutting my eyes. I can't believe I'm not allowed to go anywhere for a month. That's such a long time! Has it been a month yet?

Rawr. Stupid Collins' dad person. I don't even like him, and I made up what he said. :P Sad sad sad. Oh well. Please review? Because every time I see new reviews I jump around going "Squee" for like five minutes. Miranda can attest to this.