Sorry for the delay in chapters now. This is currently caught up to where I am in my writing so the chapters will by further inbetween. However, I will keep updating it as the chapters are done.

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That following morning, Angel sat up in bed and rubbed at her eyes feeling more rested than she had in quite sometime. Her eyes made a scan around the room as the thought of the dream that previous night came into her mind, and she suddenly became puzzled. Her thoughts drifted deeper as she pondered on it aloud, "I didn't wake up." She shook her head slightly, "I have always woken up from them, but I didn't wake up."

However, her eyes came up as did her head when she heard Mark scream out, but was then quickly followed by gales of his small laughter. Smiling, she knew it was time for her to get out of bed, thus making her swing her legs over the side.

A few minutes later, Angel stepped into the kitchen where all the commotion was coming from, immediately seeing Raimundo playing with her son. Grinning, she called across the room, "He seems to like you. You should consider that a compliment even though it can change within the next few minutes."

Raimundo looked up from his hiding spot by a cabinet, and then fully stood causing Mark to scream again and take off running as he laughed. Angel grinned as Mark then ran into her legs and called out, "Ma!" Then quickly gave her legs a squeeze.

Raimundo smiled as he watched Angel's hand stroke the little boy's hair, "Yeah, he didn't like me much at first, but we started to play and…"

"You became best buddies." She finished for him.

"Yeah," Raimundo agreed, "That's pretty much it. Then, he finally ate breakfast for me."

"Well," Angel felt slightly ashamed, "You didn't have to fix him breakfast… you could have woke me up for that."

"I know," Rai nodded, "but I didn't want too."

Angel smiled gently as her eyes then made their way over to Omi who sat at the table, staring down at a book in front of him. She could tell from the look on his face that he was in sheer amazement, but at the moment couldn't tell what the book was about. Stepping closer, she peered over his shoulder and down at a magazine she used to order some clothing from, and upon her seeing all the girls in bra's and panties, Omi suddenly slammed the book shut and blushed profusely.

"I…" he stammered, "…that… that was not what it looked like."

"You mean it wasn't a bunch of girls in underwear?" she questioned him. His blush deepened as he jumped up from the chair, "Well… yes… it was, but," he quickly reached over and flipped the book upside down, "I was not enjoying looking at them at all!"

"Okay," Angel said passively realizing she was upsetting the little guy, "I didn't say anything."

"Actually," Raimundo stepped up and flipped the book back over, "He was asking me about this one." He pulled the book open and placed his finger upon one girl in lacy lingerie. Omi's entire head seemed to go red as Raimundo pointed at the picture, "He wanted to know if girls really wear stuff like that under their clothes."

Omi's head continued to grow more and more red by the second, until he finally exploded with, "I was just asking because it looks most uncomfortable! I could not see wearing that under my clothes!"

Raimundo busted out laughing as the words came from Omi's mouth, thus making Omi even madder. Grabbing the book away from Rai, Omi frantically searched through it until he held it out with a grin, "Yes well at least I was not going goo-goo over this one!" he let out a squeaky kind of laugh as he pointed to a girl in a skimpy black bra and panty set, "And wondering if…" he was suddenly quieted as Raimundo knocked the magazine from his hand and quickly shushed the little monk boy by placing his hand over his mouth.

Omi merely continued to laugh through Raimundo's hand, Angel now looking at them both as though they were totally nuts. However, the longer she watched them, the more the smile grew on her face until she too was laughing. Eventually all three of them laughed, causing Mark to also grow excited as he too let out a shrill laugh and ran around the room. Finally, calming herself, Angel took the magazine from the floor and nodded, "Maybe I should put this up. It seems to be hazardous to you guys' health."

Turning she started for the door, but not before leaning in and whispering to Raimundo, "And yes I do have some like that."

Raimundo's eyes grew round as she walked on from the room, causing Omi to look up at him and demand, "What? What did she say?"

"Nothing," Rai shook his head, a grin making its way to his face, "Don't worry about it."

"Yes," Omi nodded, "I will worry about it. I do not like secrets!"

"Heh…" was Raimundo's reply to him. As he walked from the room, Omi followed pulling on his sleeve, "You tell me now Raimundo!"

Raimundo just continued on, the grin spreading to its fullest extent upon his face.

As afternoon came around, Angel came out into the living room and passed a glance at Raimundo and Omi on the couch watching TV, as she stated, "Listen guys, I gotta go. My band and I have a gig downtown and I'm supposed to go pick up my band mates, so we can head out."

"Oh," Raimundo stood up casting Angel dreamy glance, "Your band is going to play. I want to come Angel, please."

Omi turned on the couch and looked at her, "A jig? Do you and your band go fishing often?" he asked being totally clueless as to what she spoke of. Angel grew confused by his mess up as she passed him a glance and shook her head, "What?"

"Heh," Raimundo walked around the couch, "What Omi means is gig…" he passed a glance to his friend, "Like a performance… not jig as in fishing, Omi."

"Oh!" he appeared happy, "I see! I too would love to come and see your band play. If you please!" he sat up on the couch, resting his hands on the arm of it.

"Sure," she shrugged, "I don't see any reason why you shouldn't come. I'm sure you're getting bored here in the house all the time. Let's get out and see some of the town." She told them.

"Great!" They both piped up, the both of them then dashing for the door. Angel then also followed, after calling through the house to her mother that she was leaving.

Downtown, the three teenagers in the band stepped though the door of a small building, Raimundo and Omi right behind them. Sanjivan gripped the handle of his guitar case tightly in his hand as he stared at the stage that awaited their arrival. Casting a glance back to Angel and Trent, he then nodded as they went up on the stage and began to prepare their things, for the show, over the sound of the jukebox.

During the setup of her electric bass, Angel managed to make it out to the floor, and to the table Raimundo and Omi sat at. As she leaned in on the table, she informed them, "We'll be playing a few songs throughout the next hour or so, so you guys just sit tight and we'll be done after a while." Reaching into her pocket, she then lay some money upon the table in front of them, "Buy you some drinks or something, but I also suggest the nachos." She winked. Rai passed her a grin before she left, but Angel only smiled subtly as her mind had inconveniently began to wander back to that of Jack.

She wondered exactly what he was doing now, but most of all she thought about the dream she had and how different it was from her previous ones. Sure, in the end he had turned out like before, but something in the beginning had been totally different, which had made her begin to rethink things.

"Angel!" Trent's voice called from behind her, "What are you doing? Normally the stars are supposed to be on the stage." He pointed behind him. Angel only shifted her eyes toward him as she agreed grittily, "I know that."

"What's up?" he seemed concerned, "I've been calling you for the past two minutes now and it's like you had zoned out. Are you going to be okay out there?" he reached out and gently touched her arm. Angel pulled it away rigidly as she replied in a bitter tone, "I'll be alright Trent… now please."

"Angel, gees…" he watched her, "What is your deal? You can't go out there all pissy."

"I play better all… pissy, and it's none of your business what's wrong."

"You know, you should just forget that stupid guy. You should have seen it coming from a mile away." Trent spat, finally tired of her attitude. Angel's eyes flashed anger as she stared at him and over the music she raged, "Who told you about it!?"

However, her attention was diverted as she looked back and saw some passing people looking at the two of them. Looking away from him now, her brow creased in anger, she only shook her head, "Never mind."

"Angel," San came in behind her now, "You have got to calm down. We can't do this without you."

Angel turned to her young friend, ready to snap on him also, but upon glancing into his deep blue eyes, her anger suddenly fled her. Within those eyes, she could see his very being ripped from him at the thought of missing the gig, and now calming herself, she nodded, "I know San… I'm sorry. Just… give me a minute. Alone." She glared up at Trent. He only rolled his eyes as he blew air from his nose and walked off leaving her there. San, feeling the tension between the two, decided to go and calm his other friend down and thus granting Angel her alone time.

Throughout the next hour, the band had performed some of their most worked on songs, causing the small crowd much enjoyment as they danced, and some even drank. Though Angel was on the stage, her mind was far from the music she was playing, and in the end it had cost her many mistakes during the duration of their performance. She knew it hadn't been anything totally awful, but certainly noticeable to a careful listener, but despite how she tired she could not get the image of Jack, or his last words from her mind.

She allowed her mind to wander back to the night they had been on the couch, and the conversation they had shared. She had stared at his face for so long to keep his image there, and he had assured her she had no need for it. His smile, and the last normal conversation they had, haunted her now. If only she had known she would never see him again, she never would have let him go, but now… now…

"Angel!" Trent's voice once again interrupted her thoughts, but before she knew what had happened he had grabbed her hand and pulled her off the stage. She struggled a little, and once backstage, she pulled her hand from his.

"What the fuck Trent!?" she demanded.

"Exactly!" he returned, "You haven't been playing for the last half of that song! I guess it's a good thing it was the last one!"

"Well I'm sorry!" she tried to keep her eyes from filling with tears, "My own mind is its own and I can't block out the things it wants to think!"

"I am going to say this one more time… forget him! Forget him Angel!"

"I… can't!" she could no longer hold her tears in, "I cannot forget him Trent! Unlike you and your little whores you date… he meant something to me! To forget him is to rip my own goddamned heart out, but unfortunately that's something you could never understand!" With a flip of her hand in his face, she then turned and started through the building and out the front door. As she stepped out onto the street, the chill of fall touched her skin causing her to shiver slightly, and also seemed to make the tears fall that much more. Reaching up, she placed her face into her hands, feeling her heart break all over again as the images of Jack just refused to subside from her mind.

"Angel," Raimundo's soft voice came from behind her.

"What," she snapped refusing to face him. He merely reached out and touched her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Finally turning to face him, she blurted out, "You have a big mouth on you… don't you?"

"What?" his eyes showed concern and worry.

"You know," she poked his chest with her finger, "I don't care what you saw at my house the other day, in no way does it constitute you running and telling Trent my personal life!"

"Angel," he shook his head now realizing she was very upset with him, "I didn't mean to say anything. It's not like I just ran and told him… it came out in conversation. I was talking about you and I was concerned for you, and somehow it just came to that. It's not like I intended on it."

"Oh, so you just run your mouth without knowing what you're saying before it's too late then." She spat.

"No," he grew angry at her accusations, "Why are you being like this? You've been acting strangely all afternoon. If it's what Spicer said to you, you should just forget it… he no longer cares for you."

"No longer," she agreed, "But he did, which is more than I can say for you." She told him. Raimundo frowned immensely as she spoke those words, and quickly his pride built up a front for him, "You know what? The only one that has a problem here is you! You Angel! You carry on for him even though he blatantly told you he no longer wanted you! I told you he would do this, and now somehow I've ended up the bad guy in all of this! He, Jack Spicer, is the bad guy… he always has been and he always will be! He will never love anything but himself… including you! Why are you the only one that can't see this!"

"Because I don't see him that way!" she could no longer scream as her voice cracked and then lowered, "Did it ever occur to you that maybe the reason he was against you is because you don't give him a chance. Has anyone in your world ever given him a chance to prove who he can really be?"

"Indeed," Omi now said calmly from the doorway, "I do not mean to interrupt, but I have given Jack Spicer many chances. Each and every time he has made the fool out of me, but nonetheless I always give him the doubt with benefits." Omi stared up at her, "Raimundo speaks wisely to you about this, and though he sometimes seems like an arrogant boy… he is not always."

"Hey," Raimundo looked down at him, "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or a put down."

Angel merely crossed her arms in front of her as she stated, "I need to be alone."

"But," Raimundo debated, "You can't just leave us here."

"You're right… I can't." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her car keys and then walked over placing them in his hand, "There… take my car. Take San and Trent home. I'll be home later." She informed them.

"Where are you going Angel?" Rai felt bad as he watched the hurt upon her face. As she tried to keep her gaze from his, she hid her face as tears once again rolled down her cheeks, "Just for a walk." She stated and then took off walking down the sidewalk.

Raimundo simply watched her go, the silence between him and Omi now growing thick. As she continued on, he let out a huge sigh and looked down at his small friend. Omi only offered a small smile, but then allowed a perplexed look to cross his face as he stated, "I thought you said girls here were different."

Raimundo couldn't help but laugh a little at the seriousness on Omi's face during his statement, and then with a shake of his head, he turned and headed back inside the building.