So here's part 2, hope you enjoy! OH by the way… Guess who has Vault energy soda crap! ME THAT'S WHO! -bounces off the walls, ceiling, floor, and any other solid surface- And the line-thingy still isn't working. And yes, I know it's only been a few hours since I posted the last chapter. The guilt of leaving it like that got to me...
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.
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--Prom part II--
-Collins' POV-
"Holy shit what are you two doing!" Mark's voice sounds loud in the small room and cracks on the last word. "Josh… Collins…" He whimpers and turns to run out the door, and it swings closed behind him. I shove Josh off of me and glare at him.
"Josh…" I start, but he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn't have done that." He stares down at the floor, and I just watch him.
"I started it. It's my fault too." The bathroom door opens slowly and Angel appears. She looks from me to Josh, and then back to me.
"Well? Anyone want to tell me why Mark just ran out of here? Hmm?"
"We… uh…" I start, finding it very difficult to form words and coherent sentences. Josh helps me out, if you could call it that.
"I was in here, and then Collins came in a few minutes later, and circumstances led to us… kinda… kissing. And Mark saw us and he ran out."
"You…" Angel looks at me, asking with her eyes if what he said is true. I can only look down at the floor, and hope that we can fix this without any yelling… or crying. "Oh my god. I can't deal with this now!" She runs back out into the gym. I glare at Josh one last time and go after her.
Maureen and Joanne stop me halfway across the room. I can tell from their expressions that Angel said something to them. Probably told them to stop me from following her.
"What the hell did you do?" Maureen nearly yells. "Angel just left, crying! And I know it had something to do with you, and probably Josh too, considering Mark ran out a while ago."
"Mo, Jo, you have to tell me if you know where she went! It's crucial that I apologize to her… and Mark too, if I can find him." I plead with them. "Please! It was… an accident. And I really need to find her. I can't let her be mad at me…" Joanne looks at Maureen before answering.
"Bleachers behind the school. Mark might be there too, might not."
I run out of the building and to the bleachers, and I see Angel sitting at the farthest corner, all the way at the top. I start to climb up towards her, and I notice that she's crying… I sit down next to her.
"Hey. I wanted to apologize…"
-Angel's POV-
Oh good, he's here. To apologize. Right. To apologize for leading me on like that, pretending to love me…
"I'm really sorry Angel! It was an accident, you have to believe me!"
"Oh, it was an accident that you were hiding in the bathroom kissing your ex." I say, somewhat bitterly. He winces and stands up, wobbling a bit.
"Okay. I guess I can't make you believe me, or explain myself. I thought we trusted each other… I guess I was wrong." I trusted him and look where it got us… He hiccups and stumbles, trying to climb back down the bleachers.
"Collins, you're drunk." I can't help but giggle as he turns around and smiles at me.
"No 'm… okay, maybe just a little. Will you at least let me explain what happened?"
"Sure." I sigh.
"So I went in there to yell at Josh because Mark was looking so sad. I mean really, he should've been making Marky feel better. He was a little tipsy, and he kept giggling and joking about us, I mean, me and him. He was bugging me, and I just wanted to make him shut up… so I kissed him. I wasn't thinking, I mean, I thought that it was wrong the next second but then it was too late. And he kept kissing me, and I couldn't pull away from him… and then Mark came in and ran out, I got mad at Josh, and then you came in and here we are." He sits down again, resting his head in his hands. "I guess you hate me, huh? I could've avoided that whole situation if I had tried or thought about it…"
"I could never hate you…"
"So can you forgive me?"
I think about it for a minute. They were both drinking that damn punch, and I know Collins loves me… at least I hope he does… and I know Josh loves Mark. Plus Collins never forgave Josh for what he did, no matter what he says. "Yeah, I forgive you." I lean over and kiss him gently, surprised when he pulls away quickly.
"Angel, you can't do that! I'm drunk, and you'd be taking advantage of me…" He breaks off into a fit of giggles, and I laugh and pull him into a hug.
"I thought you liked me!" I say jokingly. He looks up at me, very seriously.
"I don't like you." I raise an eyebrow at him. "I love you." He concludes, kissing me again. "We should find Josh and Mark…"
"You're right. I bet Josh wants to apologize… and you have to apologize to Mark too, mister Thomas Collins!"
We walk down the hallways of the school, trying to figure out where Mark would go. We decided that he's the priority- find him, then Josh. We're walking through a completely deserted hallway, when I hear what sounds like someone talking. It's muffled, coming from one of the classrooms.
"Did you hear that, or am I just going insane?"
"I heard it. It sounded like Mark-" he's interrupted by another loud noise, less distinguishable. I walk over to where I think it's coming from and open the door. The sight that awaits us is either a good and comforting one (it means Mark and Josh made up), or it's a slightly disturbing one. Or a mix of both. Mark is sitting on one of the small desks, and Josh is on top of him, working on unbuttoning Mark's shirt as they kiss. Josh hears the door open and he sits up to look towards us, causing Mark to whimper and squirm beneath him. He glares at us before returning his attention to Mark.
"Ang, we should get going. Like, now." Collins grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room, closing the door behind us and laughing. "Wow. Who knew they would get over it that fast!"
"Well, as you said- it was an accident. So I'm sure Mark was very understanding. Besides… that looked like more fun than dancing anyway." We both laugh, leaning on each other as we stand outside the classroom. "Let's go."
"Ang, you know I'm in no condition to drive us home." He says, smiling at me as we continue to walk down the hallway. "And neither are you."
"Yeah, sure. What do you want to do then?"
"I dunno… sit in the car for a while? Kiss and make up after our little fight?" he teases, holding my hand in his and gently swinging it back and forth. "What do you want to do?"
"Fuck, Collins. I don't know."
He watches me as we walk out into the parking lot. "Your dress is poofy." He says finally, grinning at me. "It's so… poofy. And so pretty in the moonlight."
"Yes, it's poofy. Maybe we should go home." I suggest as he starts laughing over the "poofy"-ness of my dress.
"I can't drive though. I would not want to endanger you, or passing pedestrians."
"I'll drive then! We just need to get you home before you hurt anyone."
"Ang, the car's a what's-it… stick-shift thing! You said you didn't know how that worked."
"Well then… I'll just… figure it out, won't I?" I open the car door for him and he sits down. I get in on the other side, and he hands me the keys.
"Good luck."
After stalling the car seven times, Collins explains it and I finally get it to start moving. We have a very bumpy and slow ride home, even if it is only a few blocks. Amazingly I make it without killing anyone or running into any walls- Hooray! I help Collins out of the car and we go inside to find his parents sitting on the couch watching TV and waiting for us.
"Hello, you two. You're home early. Was prom fun?" his mother asks.
"It was great! Although… someone may have spiked the punch." I say, explaining why Tom is leaning on my shoulder and still giggling about my poofy dress.
"Don't they always?" His father asks, laughing. "Well you two better get to bed then. Go on- upstairs." He shoos us away, and we end up in my room.
"Ang? Where'd you go?" Collins asks when I push him down onto the bed and walk over to the dresser to get pajamas.
"I'm right here, silly. Just wanted to get pajamas. I'll go get yours, and don't worry- I'll be right back." I walk to his room and pick out the flannel pants he wears sometimes. I return to my room to find him already undressing. "Here you go, Tommy. Get those on and go to sleep."
"I don't wanna sleep." He pouts, watching as I put on my own pajamas. "I'm not tired."
I lie down on the bed, pulling him down next to me. As soon as his head is on the pillow his eyes close, and he falls asleep.
"Good night, love. I'll see you tomorrow." I whisper, kissing his forehead gently before lying back down and falling asleep.
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And… that was my big plot thing right there. Wow. Special, eh? I had fun writing this, and surprisingly NO writers block! I just had to edit it a bunch, because with what I wrote at first there were parts that made no sense at all… and somehow they made sense when I wrote them. But… guh, going to stop rambling now. Reviews are loved as much as Mark and Josh "making out" (-giggle- remember Truth or Dare, Ducky?) in an empty classroom!