Author's Notes: I honestly love that all of you have reviewed and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate it! I'm out of town for my cousin's graduation, but I knew that I couldn't hold another chapter from you so here you are! Thanks again.

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Chapter Two

As Angel stared at the clock, which now read 1:45am, she felt the worst must have happened. Not knowing how to react without anyone there to calm her down, Angel grabbed the lamp that sat on the table next to the couch and threw it against the wall shattering it to pieces. Since that was the only light that was on at the moment, the drag queen was left in the dark to think about the inevitable that must have happened. When she traveled across the room to grab one of Collins' books, a knock came at the door. Stopping in her tracks she ran over to the door tearing it open ready to tell Collins off, and rip his clothes off in the process.

"Thomas! Where the fuck have you-"

"No sign of him yet?" Mimi said standing in the doorway rubbing her arms for warmth.

Seeing that it wasn't her lover, Angel fell to the ground feeling helpless. Mimi immediately ran to her best friend's side cooing comforting words in her ear. Angel felt weak, like she had no direction if Thomas Collins wasn't with her. He had completely turned her world around, and she loved every moment of it.

"Oh God where is he!" Angel screamed out.

Mimi looked at her best friend, she'd never seen Angel this way. "Mark and Roger are out looking right as we speak sweets, they'll find him."

Angel was completely heartbroken. "Why didn't he call me? He always calls me Mimi! Always! No matter what. He always tells me every morning 'Baby, I love you, I'm going to work I'll call you.'!" The drag queen roughly wiped her tears away, causing scratches on her cheeks. "I talk to him at least two times a day when he's at work. Something has happened to him and he's out there somewhere and he needs me!"

The dancer just listened, at a complete loss for words. "Chica, he'll come home to you. He loves you. He'll come home to his Angel." Mimi thought for a second before speaking once more. "You know he can't live a day without you beside him or in his arms."

Angel fell apart again at her words.

So much for trying to lighten the situation.

"Tom…" Was all Angel could say. She hugged her knees tightly against her chest, saying his name over and over again. "Baby where are you?" She whispered.

Mimi looked around for anything, anything that she could do to help. "Hey! How about I make you some hot chocolate?"

Angel said nothing, but continued to stare off into space. Mimi took that as her cue to go over to the kitchen.

"Oh! You guys have whip cream! I'll put it on the hot chocolate when I'm done okay Chica!"

Hearing the phone ring, Angel jumped up from her place in front of the door and over to it in a matter of seconds.

"HELLO! TOM! HELLO! ANSWER ME!"

"Angel, it's Mark."

"Oh, Hi Mark." Angel's depressed mood came upon her once more. "Did you find my man?"

"No we're still looking. We haven't found him anywhere Ang. Are you sure you just didn't miss his call?"

The drag queen went from depressed to angry immediately at his words. "MISS HIS CALL? LISTEN TO YOURSELF MARK! DOES THAT SOUND LOGICAL TO YOU! WHY WOULD HE SPEND THE NIGHT AT THE GOD DAMN COLLEGE!"

Mark stood at the phone booth in silence.

"GET OFF THE DAMN PHONE AND FIND MY BOYFRIEND!"

When Mimi came over to her best friend, she cautiously set down the hot mug and placed her hand on Angel's lower back. "Chica, calm down baby. Have some hot chocolate."

"I love him so much Mimi. How the hell did I live without him?" Angel said in a daze still holding the receiver. It was now 2:30am and still no Collins.

About an hour had passed and Roger was ready to give up. "Maybe he's cheating on Angel man." He snorted.

Mark gave him a scowl for trying to be funny. "Roger this is not the time to be laughing. Something could really be happening to Tom…or something has happened." Angel's mood was beginning to rub off on him, where the hell was Collins?

"Seriously though Mark, it's 3:30 in the morning. Let's get some sleep and try again in the morning." Roger said as he eyed some skinheads that were hanging out on the corner.

The film maker saw the same group and quickly walked with Roger back to the loft.

Mimi had fallen asleep on the couch, while Angel just sat at the kitchen table. There was no reason for her to sleep anymore. Licking her chapped lips Angel walked towards the bathroom quietly shutting the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She looked up at a Collins' toothbrush, placed her head in her hands and wept. Her body shook violently from the sobs, not being able to control them any longer. She was afraid, worried and in love. A combination of emotions that can be very harmful to the person experiencing them.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, her eyes red and weak with hurt. "Mimi-Chica, get up honey."

Mimi stirred. "What's wrong Chica?"

"Let me put you to bed."

After placing Mimi into the bed that Collins and her shared, Angel walked over to the couch determined to wait until Collins got home. She was past angry, she was past worried, she just wanted him back. She wanted to feel his breath on the back of her neck when he would read to her, she wanted to feel his strong arms enveloping her in an embrace. Dammit, she just wanted him to be okay.

"3:45am." She said to herself. "I'll wait for you baby, I just wish you would come home."