Okay well here's a new chapter. Um… That's it. Enjoy. And thanks to those of you who review. Thank you very much. You give me those moments where I jump around shouting "SQUEE!"

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--First Day Back--

-Collins' POV-

Going back to school after a good long break sucks. Having to get new schedules sucks, even if we only switch two classes. Waking up early after getting somewhat used to sleeping in sucks. But I must admit Angel has a way of making going back to school fun.

"Honey, hurry up or we'll be late!" She tugs on my hand as we walk quickly to school.

"Calm down. We won't be late." I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Don't worry so much!"

We walk to our respective first period classes, where we find out what our new "elective" classes are. They aren't really "electives" because we don't get to pick them. Which sucks. I end up with Gym instead of Art, and Computers instead of Study Hall. Hooray, at least I get to be near the computers again. I was afraid they wouldn't let me after what happened last year…

When I finally get to the gym I wonder briefly if Angel will be in our class. I trudge into the locker rooms to change into my gym uniform, and lo and behold- my Angel is sitting awkwardly on one of the benches, contemplating a single white sneaker.

"Ang?" She looks up at me and smiles.

"Hey! I wasn't sure if you'd be in this class with me! I missed you. Guh- can you believe we have to wear these dorky clothes?" She gestures towards our gym uniforms- a blue and white t-shirt and blue shorts- sitting on the bench next to her. "I mean, come on- shorts in January! Well I guess if we're inside the gym it'll be okay."

Several other students start walking into the locker room, and most of them start changing into their uniforms right away. I shrug and take my shirt off, replacing it with the uniform t-shirt. Angel watches me and giggles.

"Angel, stop staring at me and go change." I jokingly reprimand her. She shrugs and pulls off her sweater and shirt. And I'm a hypocrite. Well, that's what my mind is saying to me, but whatever.

"Fags." I hear someone say nearby. I glare at the offender, and he just glares back. "They shouldn't let you in our locker room, you know. I don't want some queer watching me change my clothes."

"Then go change in the bathroom, if you're that self-conscious." Angel retorts. The kid just glares at us some more, and then goes away.

We both finish changing and follow the rest of the class out into the semi-warm gym. I give Angel a quick kiss just before our teacher walks into the room.

I notice after a few minutes that Roger is here too, looking uninterested and annoyed. I wave at him, and he walks over.

"Hey Col. This class sure does suck, huh?"

"Yeah I guess…" I agree with him, watching the teachers try to get the rest of the senior boys under control. "What do you think they're gonna make us do?"

"Probably dodgeball." Roger laughs evilly. "Don't worry. I won't kill you."

And dodgeball it is. We are divided into teams (luckily Roger was on my team), but Angel is on the other team. I silently curse this and vow not to throw any of the dodgeballs anywhere near her.

After a few minutes our teams are drastically reduced. Roger is responsible for most of the losses on the other team, and I'm just trying not to get hit. Suddenly one of the balls comes straight at me, hitting my shoulder. I look over in the direction it came from, and Angel is laughing hysterically at me.

By the end of class and three games later, our team is declared the winner. Roger was the last person in all three games, and he somehow managed to take out three or more people by himself each time. Who knew he was so good at dodgeball. In the locker room I sulk a bit about getting out. It isn't the fact that I was hit- it's the fact that I was hit by Angel.

"But I don't get why you're so sore about it, sweetie." She coos, pulling me into a hug. "It's just a game. And I think a little competition is okay every once in a while."

"But you hit me! And I was trying really hard not to get you out." I pout, leaning away from her.

"Oh, really. I just thought you were horrible at dodgeball." She sticks out her tongue at me, and walks away to change back into normal clothes.

I apologize and we make up at lunch, though. And soon everything is back to normal. We find out that we're both in the computer class, too. The day is going well so far, even if it is the first day back after vacation. When we walk into the computer lab the teacher groans and puts his forehead on the desk.

"Thomas Collins. I never thought they would let you back in here after last year."

"Well I guess they decided to give me another chance." I say cheerfully. Our teacher just groans again and tells everyone to sit down at a computer.

Halfway through class most of the people are ignoring the lesson. It's something to do with the internet as a research tool, but most of us are playing games. Angel found a word-search game and is currently giggling as she spells dirty words. I'm playing a good game of Tetris, when suddenly there's a squeal from next to me.

"Collins! I got buttsex!" Angel whispers excitedly. I stifle my laughter and think of a witty response.

"I know, Ang. I was there." She glares at me and smacks me in the head.

"Get your mind out of the gutter! I meant in the game." We continue to whisper about the game she's playing and other words she's found, when the teacher walks over to us. We suddenly realize that the rest of the class is dead silent.

"Angelo, Thomas, please pay attention and stop spelling dirty words in internet games." He says calmly as a wave of giggles spreads across the room. "And stay after class."

"Yes sir." I say, grinning up at him. "At least nothing blew up this time…"

After class he lectures us about paying more attention and not messing with things. I don't listen much, but Angel at least pretends to listen to him. He also gives us each a detention. Drat.

"Well it was worth it, if you got buttsex." I whisper as we leave. Angel giggles and smacks my arm gently. "What?"

"Mind. Gutter. Separate." She says simply. We walk down the hallway, and I can't help but take her hand in my own. We go to our lockers and meet up again in front of the school with the rest of the gang.

"Hey guys. We heard about Computer class. Did he give you detentions?" Mark asks.

"Yeah. Did you hear what we got in trouble for though?" Angel asks them. Everyone shakes their heads. "You're gonna love it…"

"Angel was playing some word-search game, and she suddenly said 'Collins! I got buttsex!' And then the conversation took a turn for the dirty, and we started talking about other words she'd found and he caught us." I say, shrugging. Everyone looks at Angel. She blushes.

"What? It's really fun to find dirty words in those games." April, Maureen, and Roger start laughing, and Mark and Josh blush. Oh, it turns out Josh was just out of town, like Angel said. He came back and apologized for ten minutes straight for not telling Mark where he was. But anyway, back to the current situation.

"Wow. That's really… special." Roger manages to say between laughing fits. I shove him into April, who falls over onto Maureen, who grabs Mark to keep her balance. We all soon collapse onto the ground, laughing at the chaos we manage to cause.

The evening is boring as usual, filled with homework from the teachers who don't understand that all of their students' brains have atrophied over the break. An unusually large homework load, actually. With a break for dinner, we finish just before "bedtime." Of course, maybe it wouldn't have taken so long if Angel and I hadn't stopped every few minutes to kiss. Maybe.

"Tom! Angel! Go to bed!" my mom calls up the stairs. I roll my eyes and look over at Angel, who is sprawled out on the other side of the bed.

"You going back to your room, Ang?"

"Is that an invitation to stay here?" She asks, grinning at me. "Because if it is, then I would say 'hold on a sec- I'll get my pajamas and be right back!'"

"Well if you want to stay here, I might insist that you borrow some of my pajamas again."

"Sure. I don't mind. They smell like you." She remains on the bed as I pick out a t-shirt and sweatpants. I toss them onto the bed next to her. "Mmm thanks."

"Not a problem. You want me to leave while you change?" I joke. She laughs and attempts to poke me, but I move quickly out of reach.

"You saw me changing earlier in gym class. I think I can handle it." I shrug and put on my flannel pajama pants, and she puts on the t-shirt and sweats I gave her. "So are we ready to go to sleep now?"

"Sure." I climb into bed and Angel lies next to me, snuggling into my arms. "Comfy?"

"Very."

Aaack. The fluff! It BURNS! –runs away- OH, before I forget- credit for the "I got buttsex!" "Yah, I was there" "-smacks- mind out of gutter!" thing goes to Miranda (Rabid RENThead). She always helps when I can't think of things, and that was just an amusing AIM moment. So I credit her for that idea. Thank you Miranda. And… my writers block temporarily lifted today. But I can't help but feel that it shall return…