I'm reposting this chapter, because it was too short and I added some. The next one will come soon; I just needed to add the last snippet to get it where I want. So, the part before is the same:

Message for "Duckie" – I agree that your criticism would have been taken better on my half if you'd done it kindly, and actually criticized instead of just flat out insulting the fic. Please explain to me how Warren is out of character? He's supposed to be shy, quiet, and obedient. (By the way, none of this is being said in an angry context). And as for my plot, well I think it's believable. The reason for the car crash will be explained later, but I think Warren would save him, panic and probably bring him back to somewhere he'll be safe. Make sure you know I write movie-based fics- not comic book based. The movie Warren is a lot different then the other one. I think Warren, with his bad childhood, is probably just out there trying to find somebody who loves him and will always be there, unlike his family, so the slash can suit him, in my opinion, if the person is worthy. And as for "it feels more like a silly little fantasy that only works in your mind", frankly, fanfictions are little fantasies in our minds about what we think should have happened, or could happen, they aren't real stories. And also, the fact being that you didn't create Warren, you have no right to tell other people what he's like or if they portray him wrong. I'm seriously not trying to be mean to you with all this, I'm just pointing out some simple facts.

Angel's Eating Habits

"These are really good," Warren stated, with his mouth full. He was adorable when he was eating.

"Told ya," I said, taking a small bite of my own pancakes.

"You did and I'm glad I listened," Warren said.

"Me too, or we couldn't be enjoying breakfast out together."

"We should come here again," Warren decided. I just smiled and ate my food.

After we both finished we decided to catch a flick. Warren paid, since I had no money. By the time we got out of it, it was lunch time. Warren took me to one of his favorite places, and it was a delicious meal. Afterwards we headed home for some rest.

We were laying on the bed, both staring up at the ceiling, when he asked, "How many times have you been in love?"

"Once," I said, choosing not to specify that it was him. He'd find out eventually.

"Have you ever been this close to a mutant?" he asked.

"Once. My sister is a mutant. Her name's Bella."

"What does she do?" he asked.

"She alters the moods of people. She makes me feel better every time I see her, even if I'm in a happy mood. She's a great person. One of the greatest, I think."

"Can I meet her?" Warren asked.

"Sure. I don't remember where she lives, but I'm sure we can just look her up."

"How does she feel about the cure?" Warren asked.

"She hates your father."

"Will she hate me?" he asked.

"That's impossible," I whispered, looking over at him.

"My dad does," Warren sighed.

"Your fathers an idiot," I said.

He smiled and continued asking me questions. For the rest of the afternoon he did so, and I'm sure he knows more about me then I do. At dinner time, he decided we were going out again.

He took me to this little Chinese restaurant, which if he'd not been to before, we never would have found. It was buried in the city, but held a large sense of privacy and secrecy. We got a window seat and were waited on surprisingly fast.

"I hope you like this place," Warren said nervously.

I smiled reassuringly, "Anything place with you is fine with me." He always seemed happy when I said stuff like that, and as long as he was happy, I was happy. And I wasn't lying to him, either. He made me happy, and I would happily accept it.

"So," he said, half way through our meal, "Maybe after this I can take you on a fly."

"Sounds great," I smiled. He blushed.