-eats strawberry shortcake- Oh! My readers are here! –tries to look busy instead of like I'm slacking off- Yes, I'm writing! Hahaha what did you think I was doing? Watching crappy SciFi movies and eating yummy food? –tries to look innocent… fails and curses under breath- Anyway, here's chapter 19!
Disclaimer: I don't own the RENT characters.
--Giving Thanks--
-Angel's POV-
Guess what day today is? Just guess! It's Thanksgiving! The holiday of eating way too much food and trying not to regret it!
I'm still living with Collins and his parents.
We tried to talk to my family a few days after my fight with my dad, but it only resulted in the Collins family basically adopting me. I got to bring a lot of my stuff with me, though. And I'm always close to my adorable lover, so it wasn't that bad. It's actually been fun!
His father… well- he had a little bit of a problem with me staying here at first. But after about a week he started talking to me, and I think he's just a little bit more accepting now that he's really gotten to know me. And of course his mother is just quiet and motherly- she sometimes bakes things. She makes wonderful banana-bread… I usually don't like bananas. So I've been getting used to life here, because it seems unlikely that I'll be going home for a while.
So… Thanksgiving. I'm not going to go home for that. I don't think I could handle that! So instead I get all dressed up (I did get my favorite wig back, by the way) and I help in the kitchen. We cook for most of the day, and we eat together, with a few other family members and close relations. I get to meet aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents… of course, under the condition that I don't act too… you know- gay. I nearly laughed when Collins told me that the rest of the family didn't know and wouldn't react well, but I respect what he says. So instead I decide to go through the day as a girl. Oh, and I thank Mark every day for my scarf- it's very useful in a lot of ways.
After eating we go and watch football together. Probably not the best idea. Although I'm not that into sports, I do love watching football. Must be the fact that it's a ton of guys running around in tight pants and jumping on each other. So I'm the only one of the "girls" who's jumping up at the touchdowns and cheering along with the guys. Oh well. They just think I'm weird- so what?
Finally the crowd leaves and we're left in the house with a mess to clean up. Beer cans, half-empty bags of chips, and bowls of salsa litter the rooms. We start tidying up (by "we" I mean Collins and I), and his parents clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. Finally, at 9 PM, we're free!
"Collins, today was wonderful. I had so much fun, and the food was delicious, and I got to meet more of your family-"
"Yeah. The food was wonderful because you helped to make it, silly! I had fun too. What was up with you during the football game though?"
I blush and mumble something about tight pants. Collins laughs appreciatively.
"So… the only bad thing about today was that I couldn't touch you. It made me really sad. I did resist the urge to drag you upstairs, though." I say quietly. He smiles and hugs me.
"Well we can touch now- so are you happy?"
"Yeah." We kiss, and go upstairs to my room. I've decorated it a little bit, at least enough to make it more like my personality. I flop down on the bed, and he sits down next to me.
"So…" There's a silence, although I hesitate to call it awkward. We don't have very many awkward-silence moments, but we do have those times when we can't think of anything to say.
"Collins, you are incredibly sexy." I state, looking at him and waiting for his reaction.
"Thank you. You're sexy too." He grins at me. We kiss again, moving closer together and letting our hands move where they want to go- until we hear one of his parents coming up the stairs. They probably want to check on us. We scramble to opposite sides of the bed and the door opens.
"Angel? Tom?" His mother comes into the room. "Just checking on you boys. You might want to go to bed soon."
"Aw, mom! We have tomorrow off from school, and the whole weekend! Can't we stay up just a little late?" She sighs.
"Okay, I guess you can. Just don't stay up all night. Do you want to watch a movie or something? I could make popcorn…"
"Sure, maybe in a little bit. We were actually just talking about something…"
"Well I'll let you two go back to your conversation. Have fun." She says as she walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Smooth move, Thomas." I say, grinning at him. He rolls his eyes.
"What? Like you would've done anything differently…"
"You're right." I move closer to him again and put my arms around him, and I sigh gently. "Damn it. We can't have sex, Collins. Because your parents are home."
"Aw, poor Angel." He kisses my nose, and then my lips. "Well, I guess we'll just have to get Roger to throw another party soon…"
I can't help it. I start laughing hysterically, and I roll over to the other side of the bed again.
"Come on. Let's go watch a movie."
We end up watching one of those "boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy wins girl back and they live happily ever after" chick flicks, and to my surprise Collins is crying by the end of it. I thought it was kind of sappy… but still adorable. He stands up when the movie is over, and finds another movie for us to watch. It's one of those movies where one of the people is slowly dying, and the other has to deal with their emotions and cope with the death of their loved one. I'm crying throughout this one, and snuggling closer to my Collins. Yes, my Collins. So what- I'm possessive sometimes.
"Are you okay Ang?" he asks, genuinely concerned. I nod and wipe my eyes, which decide to protest and keep watering. He kisses my cheek gently and wipes away the tears I missed. He's so sweet, and I love him.
"I love you, Tom." He raises an eyebrow.
"I love you too, but since when am I 'Tom?'"
"I don't know. I think it sounds kind of mature and sexy, in a way. But only when I say it." I add, kissing him. He smiles at me.
"Okay. So I can be Tom sometimes. But if anyone other than you starts calling me that, I'll have to kill them." We laugh, and suddenly Collins' mom comes into the room and starts lecturing us about getting enough sleep. I giggle uncontrollably, and we both run upstairs to our respective rooms.
I change into my pajamas and try to go to sleep, but I really can't. I can't get my brain to stop talking. And I really would prefer to be with Collins right now. So when I finally can't take the silence any longer, I get out of bed and creep down the hallway. I knock on his door quietly, and he opens it an instant later.
"How did you know I would come down here?"
"Because if you didn't, I was going to go to your room."
We lie down on his bed, arms and legs tangled together. We kiss a few times before falling asleep in that position.
The next morning I wake up and it's still early. I realize that what woke me up was the sound of the bedroom door opening. I quickly roll over and see his mom standing in the doorway, watching us and smiling. I blush, realizing that we probably look like we've done more than just snuggling. But she doesn't seem to mind, and instead offers to cook breakfast for us.
"Okay. I'll get Tom up and we'll be down in a few minutes."
Once she's gone I lean over and kiss Collins gently and sweetly. I pull away and he whimpers slightly, still sound asleep. Trying not to laugh out loud, I kiss him again, a little harder this time. He responds quickly, and I move away laughing. He grumbles and sits up, rubbing his head.
"Why did you do that?"
"What? Kiss you or wake you up? Well I kissed you because it would wake you up so we could have breakfast. Happy?"
"Ecstatic." He grumbles some more, but eventually gets out of bed and gets dressed. I decide to go get dressed too, and end up wearing normal jeans and a t-shirt. We both go downstairs to find toast and glasses of milk already on the table. I think I like living here.
Okay, well this was just Angel's little ramble on Thanksgiving. And OMG no sex? Haha I just read this story that was totally insane- The Bet or something, and I was laughing constantly. No, nothing like that is going to happen to our little high-school lovers. That story was possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever read- but funny. But really disturbing. So I'll stop rambling now. Maybe. RAWR.