Brother. Ex-Boyfriend. Person who gave him HIV. These are who you think Manuel is (My best friend thinks that he's both). Well, wow, I was surprised (I don't know why), but you guessed it!

FYI: Incase you didn't know, Angel is actually a man. He's not transsexual, just a transvestite. So when he gets in the shower, of in bed, or at sex or anything, he's a man. Why wouldn't he be? He does wear men's clothing, too.

That's why so far, you've seen Angel out of drag, same as for a bit in this chapter. It's because he's actually a man.

That is all.

Chapter 3: Meetings

A ring filled the apartment. Collins lifted his eyes from his books, and listened for the message.

Click!

"You've reached Angel and Collins. Talk to us!"

BBBEEEEEEEPPP!

A familiar voice came through. "Angel, chica," Mimi said, "I know you're there. Pick up!"

Collins went over to the machine and picked up the receiver. "Hey, Mimi," he said, smiling, "Angel's in the shower."

"Is she?" Mimi said, slightly disappointed, "Can you have her call me back, then? We're gonna go out tonight, but I wanna ask her about a new club."

"Will do," the teacher promised, hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" asked a voice from the bathroom. Angel emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Mimi," his lover told him, "she wants you to call her."

"Alright," Angel said with a smile, approaching him. He kissed Collins' lips gently, followed by a warm, wet embrace. "What are you doing tonight?" he asked into his lover's shoulder.

"Well, the Well Hungarians have a gig tonight, to Mark and I are going to go to the Life, or something."

"That sounds fun," Angel said, pulling away. He walked over to the phone, and dialed. As it rang, he looked back over at Collins. "I got a new outfit," he said, "I'll show you in a second."

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Mark walked down the sidewalk, headed for Collins and Angel's apartment. He knew that he was early, but Roger had left the loft an hour ago for the concert, and he was bored.

He wind blew into his face, and he pulled his jacket tight.

As he crossed the street, he glanced at the person walking behind him. Angel followed him in a pair of jeans, boots, a tight t-shirt, and a denim jacket.

"Angel!" He shouted, surprised to see his friend. "I was just going to see Collins!"

His friend just looked at him, but said nothing.

Strange, Mark thought, but continued on. There was something a little different about Angel today, but it had to be him. The pale complexion, short hair, strong arms, it couldn't not be him.

He thought nothing of it, but kept on walking. "Were you drumming?" he asked, not seeing his usual bucket or sticks.

"No," Angel responded, "Just, you know."

Mark laughed. "I know what you mean. It's such a boring day."

Angel laughed too. "There are too many of those."

They got to the front of the building, and Mark opened the door for Angel. "Ladies first," he said, smiling. Angel gave him a look, but continued inside.

They rode the elevator in silence, and walked down the hallway side-by-side. They got to the front door, and Mark just walked in.

"Hey, Collins," He called, "look who I—" he stopped in mid sentence. He turned to look at the man next to him, and then looked back into the apartment. Angel stood next to Collins in a pink skirt and yellow blouse.

Let's hope that you get it now, I have faith.