And I have no idea what else to add to this story. So here's some more pointless fluff! Well, almost pointless. -giggles- Okay I take that back. Completely pointless. And I apologize in advance that it switches POVs so many times.

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.

--Mathematics--

-Collins' POV-

Tomorrow is the first big math test of this semester. I'm not that worried about it, since I almost always ace math tests anyway. But Angel… Well she's a little nervous. Okay really nervous. So now it's almost midnight, and I'm helping her study.

"But if that number isn't evenly divisible… I have to do fractions… I hate fractions!" She starts crying, most likely just from stress. I hold her close to me and comfort her.

"Baby, it's okay. You're just tired. Here- we'll go over the practice problems at the end of the chapter. We'll work through them together, okay? And you'll be fine tomorrow."

"O-okay." She sniffles. I help Angel write out the first problem, and when she finishes it she squeals happily. "Yay! Do I get a reward for finishing the problem?"

"Sure." I kiss her gently, pulling away only a few seconds later. "Okay now do the next one."

She finishes the next three problems in the same manner, but each kiss lasts longer than the last. Soon we're just sitting together on the bed kissing.

"Angel, honey…" I manage to say between kisses. "You… should be… studying."

"But this is so much more fun…"

We don't finish reviewing for the test, but we fall asleep together around one in the morning.

-Angel's POV-

I walk into the classroom and immediately start freaking out. We didn't even get halfway through the review problems, and I am completely unconfident in my math abilities right now. As the teacher hands out the test papers I feel this unshakable feeling of dread settle over us.

"Oh shit." I hear several people whispering around the room. People who probably didn't study. Like me.

"I am going to die. Lord, give me strength."

-Collins' POV-

Sitting down in the math room, I feel prepared for the test… but I'm tired. Not very confident… I probably could've used the practice of doing those review problems. Our teacher hands out the tests, and I glance down at the "Name" blank which is looking up at me menacingly.

So much for being a math genius. These problems are really difficult and it's hard to stay awake as I write out my work.

-Angel's POV-

We get our tests back the very next day, which is a little surprising. There must be a new TA or something.

Oh no. Ohh no.

This can not be happening.

This is bad. Very bad.

The numbers staring up at me: 54.

54 fucking percent.

This is not good.

After class the teacher pulls me aside. She wants me to come in after school to discuss my test grade. Wonderful.

-Collins' POV-

I get my test back the next day. I take the paper hesitantly, and glance at the number. Instead of my usual 90-something…

73 percent?

I will never hear the end of this.

Ever.

I've always been a freaking genius at math! How could this happen? All of these little stupid mistakes… Cannot be a good thing. The teacher wants to talk to me after school, because of my sudden slip. Oops…

I meet Angel in the locker room before Gym, and she looks about as depressed as I probably do.

"Hey honey. How'd you do on the test?" I ask, giving her a kiss to try and cheer her up.

"Bad. Horrible. I failed. I got a 54. That is a bad grade." She looks like she's about to cry, so we stay in the locker room when everyone else goes out. Roger asks if we're coming, but since I'm a bit preoccupied hugging Angel I just shake my head and tell him to go on without us.

"I'm sorry Ang. I should've let you study more."

"No, it was my fault. I didn't want to study… How did you do, anyway?"

"Erm… 73." I wince. That's a very bad compared to what I usually get.

"Lucky! I just wish I had a 73." She starts crying, and I hold her and whisper to her that it'll be okay, it's just one test. We'll both be okay.

We decide to cut gym, it's not like we're doing anything important. We find out about or mutual teacher-meetings after school and agree to go together.

-Angel's POV-

After school we walk to the math classroom. I take a deep breath to calm myself and we go inside together. The teacher looks up at us and smiles slightly.

"Thomas. Angel. I was hoping you two would come here together. Would you two care to explain to me why your test scores were so much lower than usual?"

I speak up first. "I was up late trying to study. Um… we were."

"I was trying to help Angel with some of the problems." Collins says. "My score can probably just be explained by the fact that I barely got any sleep and I was being lazy."

"And mine just because I have a short attention span and don't know when to stop." I laugh and Collins puts his arm around me.

"Well," our teacher says. "I'm going to have to call your parents. Maybe the two of you need to spend less time together as a couple and more time studying on your own."

We walk home and dread the talk we'll get when we get there. Sure enough we go inside and Collins' mom is waiting for us.

"I just got a call from the school, specifically your math teacher. She said that you did poorly on a test. Care to explain why?"

I glance over at Collins and he shrugs. "We were up late trying to study. But we didn't study enough, I guess. I was just tired." He says, looking at his mother confidently. "It was a mistake, and we don't plan on doing it again."

"Yeah. It was an accident, and it won't happen again." I agree. She shakes her head and sighs.

"And the second thing- she said that she was going to call your parents too, Angel. I was worried about you."

Uh oh. My dad is going to find out that I flunked a test. Not good.

-Collins' POV-

The phone rings a few minutes later, and we all look at it like it's going to suddenly morph into Angel's dad and try to strangle us. Interesting thought really… But anyway…

The phone rings. We let it go to the answering machine. After the beep a woman's voice comes on. I recognize it as our math teacher.

"Hello, Mrs. Collins I was calling to tell you that Angel's parents have informed me that Angel has been living at your house. Mr. Schunard sounded very angry when I talked to him, and I just thought I would let you know. I know it's not my place to say anything… so I guess I won't. Take care."

She hangs up the phone and we all exchange looks.

"Well. Should we prepare for an all-out war?" I ask jokingly. Angel nods her head, very seriously. "Oh. Okay."

The phone rings.

My mom answers it. She looks relieved.

"Angel, it's your mother. Your teacher did in fact talk to your father, but she convinced him to let it go. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Yeah!" She answers, running over to the phone. "Hey mom!"

-Angel's POV-

Twenty minutes later I am restricted to the kitchen where I sit and study. Collins has been banished to the couch in the living room. Apparently this is supposed to help us focus on our schoolwork. I stare blankly at my math homework and tap my pencil idly. I notice a huge blank space on the bottom margin of my paper… So I really can't help it when I start doodling. By the time Collins' mom comes in to check on my progress I have a paper full of nothing but little cartoons and sketches of friends and family.

"Angel? Having some trouble there?" I look up and shove the paper into the book, closing it abruptly.

"Um… nooo…" I pull out something else to do (history reading) but I find my mind wandering to the person I know is in the other room, probably doing the same thing.

As soon as his mom leaves the kitchen I stand up and walk to the doorway, peeking around the corner.

"Collins…" I whisper. "Can you help me with my homework?"

He looks up and smiles at me. "Of course! No kissing or sitting within a foot of each other or my mom'll kill us."

We actually get some work done, quietly doing our homework together on the couch. It's a lot easier to focus on my work instead of on him when we're in the same room. I hear faint footsteps upstairs, we exchange a quick look, and I run back into the kitchen. I scramble to make it look like I was just sitting there working as Collins' mom walks in.

"You almost done? I'm going to start dinner soon."

"Yeah I'm almost done. Okay."

I finish my homework and help her cook dinner. I'm given the task of beheading the carrots. I take the job happily. After dinner I'm allowed to be in the same room as Collins again.

"Hey Tommy. Did you finish your homework without getting distracted?" We sit upstairs on his bed, and I lean against him.

"No. I kept thinking about you." He says before pulling me over onto his lap and kissing me. "Couldn't focus if my life depended on it."

Okay well I can't explain why this has become a fluff-fest lately, but it's probably just from my writers block attacking my brain. I'll try to get more done… try to update faster like I used to… but I can't promise much. Review please, because they're like... Oreos! Just like oreos. Mmmmm...