Okay… Here we go with… erm… what chapter is this? I really can't remember… 22? Oh well. So please enjoy as I try to kill my writers block with a sledgehammer. This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful Charlie- for posting the 200th review. . Love ya, sweetie!

Disclaimer: I don't own the RENT characters, no matter how adorable they are.

--Saturday Morning--

-Angel's POV-

I'm a morning person. I always have been, probably because it's the easiest way to cope with having to go to school early in the morning every weekday for most of the year. But for whatever reason, I like being up with the sun.

Collins does not share this opinion. He likes to sleep in and be a lazy bum. I am going to change that, somehow- even if it takes extreme measures. Today might be one of those days. It's the first Saturday in December, and I want him to be awake for Saturday-morning cartoons. Be awake, dammit!

So I sneak into his room at six, with a pillow and a cup of coffee for my ammunition. I throw the pillow at him and set the coffee on the bedside table.

"Wake up sleepy-head! It's time for you to say good morning to your wonderful lover who brought you coffee. Collins wake up now!" I poke him in the side repeatedly until he mumbles something.

"GmorningAngel." He yawns and sits up, blinking. "What time is it?"

"It's 6 AM! Aren't you happy to be up nice and early?"

"No." He flops back onto the pillow and rolls over. "Let me sleep. It's Saturday- the day for sleeping in!"

"Oh no you don't!" I grab his arm and attempt to pull him out of bed. I only succeed in falling over and hitting my head on the wall. I sniffle quietly and start crying- that really hurt! "Tom…" I say softly. "I hit my head… it hurts." He sits up again to see me on the floor with tears in my eyes.

"Aw, poor Angel- here let me see." He sits down on the floor next to me and checks to make sure I'm okay. "You're fine- just a bump on the head. Okay, if it'll really make you happy I'll get up now. But don't expect me to be overly-cheerful."

"Yay!"

We run down the stairs and have cereal and milk for breakfast. Collins' parents get up around 9. We're just hanging out, and I read the newspaper comics with Collins (we like the same comics!).

"So what do you want to do today?" he asks. "Wanna go to the thrift shop and out for lunch somewhere?"

"Sure! That sounds like fun. Let me go get my shoes." I decide to just go in jeans today, and I run upstairs to grab my tennis shoes. As I'm walking back down the stairs the doorbell rings. Hmmm that's odd… I wonder who it is…

"Angel- don't go out there just yet." Collins stops me before I get back into the living room. "It's your dad." My dad? As in the person who lives with my mom and currently hates me? Shit! Why would he be coming here? Maybe he isn't mad at me any more?

"Do you know what he wants?" I whisper.

"No. Not yet. But-" I walk past him into the other room to find my father glaring at Collins' mom (she answered the door, I guess).

"Angelo! Your mother and I have decided that we want you to come home." What?

"But… I thought you hated me, and didn't want me living in your house."

"I'm sorry about that. I really am. I was just… can you forgive me?"

"Um… maybe… I guess." I just look down at my shoes. When it comes to dealing with him, I usually have no confidence. Except in extraordinary circumstances (like when we were fighting).

"Angel, sweetie… Maybe you should just stay with us for a while longer." Collins' mom can tell I'm not exactly comfortable with the situation.

"Angelo is fine, I'm sure. And he needs to come home now. His mother misses him so much; it's all I ever hear about. So I'm sorry that we fought, but you need to come home."

"Dad… I'll pack my stuff and come home tomorrow, okay?" Collins and his mother look slightly shocked. Yeah. I know. I'm leaving the place where I was truly happy to go back to fighting with my dad every day. But I do miss my mom and Miguel.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow." My dad leaves, and I sit down on the couch and stare at the floor some more. Collins sits next to me; his mom leaves the room and us in silence.

"Are you sure you want to go back?" His voice is filled with nothing but concern and worry. "I mean… it might not be a good idea…"

"It's fine. I can take care of myself- don't worry!" I smile at him, hoping that I sound convincing. "Are we still going to lunch?"

"Yeah. Let's go!"

After lunch we wander around town for a few hours. I feel a little awkward when we get home and I have to pack my stuff. I get to enjoy one last family dinner and evening spent with the wonderful people who care so much about me…

"Collins? Are you still awake?" We're snuggling on the couch, just enjoying the fact that we're together.

"It's not that late, silly. Do you want to go to bed now? It's only midnight."

"Yeah… I was going to try to fall asleep here on the couch with you… but I couldn't sleep."

"Are you scared?"

"Of what?"

"I don't know. Anything. Like… your dad maybe?"

"Probably. My subconscious is more afraid than I am. But for whatever reason… I can't sleep here. Can we go in your room?"

"Sure." We go upstairs to his room, getting back into our comfortable positions. I sigh, and he puts his arms around me. It's really nice… I love him so much, and he loves me. That's a really good feeling.

-Collins' POV-

I love Angel, but sometimes I don't understand her. Why would she go back to her abusive, closed-minded dad when she could stay with us? Why? I certainly wouldn't go back, if I could stay with people who love and accept me. She doesn't make sense sometimes. Like when she suddenly decides to be in a bad mood- and she can never explain exactly why.

But despite how odd she can be… I think it's all the more endearing. She's unpredictable and fun all the time, and never says what you would expect her to. I'm so in love, it's just insane- I've lost all memory of what "normal" feels like. And I like that.

Good night Angel.

Squee smarmy because I ran out of stuff to happen. And (sexy/funny/Josh-related) ideas for the next chapter bombarded me and wouldn't let me write more for this chapter. So… yeah. Reviews are love!