Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.
--Don't Go Alone--
-Angel's POV-
"My parents never let me see scary movies." I whisper as we take our seats in the dark theater. "They're afraid it'll warp my mind."
"Well I've seen plenty of scary movies. I'm immune to them now. I laugh at those movies with the hockey-mask guy. What's his name? Jason. Yeah. Those are funny." I give him an odd look, but he doesn't notice. Laughing at horror movies? That's just a little weird.
The movie begins, and for a while it isn't that bad. A few moments where the music suddenly gets loud, but not that bad. But as soon as something jumps out from behind a door I get scared and squeak loudly, burying my face in Collins' shoulder.
"EEK!" I squeak again when the killer reappears and kills a college student.
"You okay Ang?" Collins asks as I shiver and cling to his arm.
"N-no…"
"Maybe that's why your parents don't let you see scary movies. Do you want to leave now?"
"No! If I don't see the end it'll be worse 'cause I won't know if they catch the bad guy…"
"Well I happen to know that they always catch the bad guy. Or he dies. So if you're that scared, maybe we can just go home." We stand up and try to leave the theater as discreetly as possible, and I do hear someone saying that people shouldn't come to scary movies if they aren't going to watch them.
We get out of the building and stand in the bright sunshine for a few minutes while I calm down. Collins looks around and suddenly starts laughing hysterically.
"Collins, baby- what's so funny?" He can't stop laughing, but he points towards the nearest wall of the building. There's a row of benches, and sitting on the bench farthest away from us are…
"Mark and Josh?" I say, stifling a giggle. They're kissing- no not really just 'kissing'. Making out is the better term. Collins and I recover from our laughing fit and we decide to go interrupt them. "Marky! Joshy! Hey guys I thought you said you were leaving."
"Um… we… were? But then we… started… talking." Mark mumbles. Josh blushes and grabs Mark's hands, holding them tight in his own.
"Marky… It's okay. We decided to ditch you guys to talk and figure some stuff out. I hope you weren't offended…"
"Not at all. Continue, please. We'll just leave you alone now." Mark blushes and stares down at his feet and Josh reaches up a hand to touch his cheek gently.
"Marky…" He says, smiling sweetly.
We just decide to get the hell out of there before it gets too cute and fluffy. It would be like hanging around with… well, us.
-Collins' POV-
In the late evening we sit on the couch together, once again just to enjoy each other's presence. The radio is on in the kitchen, where my parents are talking quietly. Jazz music. Is that all my parents listen to? Oh well.
"Tom? Honey?" Angel squirms away from me a little bit. "It's dark outside."
"Yeah, but the lights are on inside. And you won't have to go out unless you want to."
"Thomas, take out the trash!" my mom shouts from the kitchen. Drat.
"No! You can't go alone! The bad guys will get you…" She looks worried. "I'll go with you."
"I thought you were scared?" I counter. She doesn't have to help, I mean- she probably doesn't want to. She's just freaked out because of the scary movie.
"Nuh-uh. I'm helping and there is nothing you can do about it." She gets up off of the couch and smoothes out her skirt. "Let's take that garbage out!"
We go about it like a secret mission. Step one: acquire trash bag from kitchen. Step two: turn on the outside lights. Step three: run like mad towards the trash can, dump the bag, and scream like idiots on the way back. The plan is flawless, and goes off without a hitch. When we run back into the kitchen, panting and giggling, my parents give us a look like you give an insane person.
"Are you two okay?" My dad asks, watching Angel lean on my shoulder as she tries to stop laughing. "We could hear you yelling."
"Yeah. We're fine. Just a little freaked out from the movie we saw earlier." Angel answers, finally able to stand up on her own. My dad chuckles.
"Well I'm sure Tom will protect you from anything scary. And you two should go to bed soon- it's getting late."
We run up the stairs, turning on lights as we go. Angel jumps onto my bed and looks around the room.
"Is it safe in here?"
"I think so, Ang. Don't worry- nothing will get you while I'm here." I turn off the light and climb onto the bed next to her, putting my arms around her. She shivers and snuggles up against me.
"Are you sure? It's really dark… except for the light from the hallway." She mumbles and glances at me worriedly. I quickly press my lips to hers, temporarily silencing her worries.
"There. Is that better?"
"I think I'm still scared…" She says quietly, kissing me again. "Don't you want to put on pajamas or something?"
"Sure. And you?"
"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute-" I put a hand on her arm to stop her from leaving.
"Why don't you just borrow some of my pajamas?" I'm mentally crossing my fingers.
"Okay sure." I stumble across the room to the light switch and then over to the dresser. I pull out sweatpants for myself, and flannel pants and a baggy t-shirt for Angel. She grins and gets up off of the bed to change. She laughs when I offer to leave the room (joking, of course). "Collins, you're such a dork. Like you've never seen me semi-naked before."
"Um, yeah…" I can tell I'm blushing. We end up back on the bed a few minutes later, and I love how much softer she feels when she's not all dressed up. Maybe it's just the fact that she never wears big t-shirts, but whatever it is I like it. "Ang?"
"Yeah hon?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." She says, placing a kiss gently on my nose.
WHEE I am happy because my writers block disintegrated! SMILEY HAPPY I AM! Joy. Review or die! Lol just kidding. Fluff galore!