Thank you for reviewing my first chapter! Without reviewers, there'd be no such thing as FanFiction. REVIEWERS, GIVE YOURSELVES A ROUND OF APPLAUSE! This chapter toe-tally takes place . . . oh . . . three days later when Angel's parents are on their way. Dun, dun, dun! :)

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"Collins, sweetie, I think you should have a seat and relax for a moment," Angel told her boyfriend, who was currently running around the room in his boxers.

"There's no time for that! Oh my God! Ang, I don't have anything to wear!" Collins panicked.

"Well, this is just a suggestion, but how about we start with pants?" Angel giggled at her joke, but Collins just stared at her.

"Not funny," he said. Angel then grabbed him by his arm and forced him to sit down on their bed.

"You have to calm down, honey," she told him. "You're gonna end up having a heart attack."

"But what about your parents?" Collins asked.

"They're just my parents. It's not that big of a deal."

"That's where you're wrong. This is a HUGE deal!"

"No, it's not. You're just nervous."

"Yes it is, Angel. Think about it. If they don't like me, my life's pretty much over."

"Why would your life be over? They're my parents."

"Cause they have the power to . . . take you away from me. And without you, I die." Angel gently stroked Collins' cheek.

"Honey, nobody's ever gonna take me away from you. Okay?" she assured him. "Not my parents, not your parents. No one."

"I just wanna make a good impression," Collins said. "And if I could find something to wear, I'd be able to."

"You have lots of clothes."

"Yeah, but I don't have any 'meeting my lover's parents' attire."

"Just wear whatever you're comfortable in."

"I don't think your parents will be impressed by––"

"Your beanie?" Angel interrupted.

"That's not what I was gonna say, but that too," Collins replied.

"Honey, just get dressed." Collins nodded, went to the closet, and about 15 minutes later he was in two undershirts, a long sleeved shirt over his undershirts, jeans, and his infamous beanie.

At around 9:30 there was a knock on the door.

"I got it," Angel said, heading toward the door. Collins' heart began pounding and he involuntarily put his hand over it. Angel turned around to see if Collins was panicking like she thought he would be. She then noticed that his hand was on his chest. "You okay honey?" Collins chuckled.

"Do you realize that that's the first thing you said to me when we first met?" he asked, lowering his hand. Angel thought for a moment and then smiled.

"I guess so," she said, turning back to the door as Collins sat on the couch. She opened the door slowly and Collins held his breath.

¡"Ángel!" a woman exclaimed, entering the apartment with a suitcase in her hand. She put it on the floor and gave Angel a tight hug, which Angel returned.

"Hi mamá," Angel replied. The hug soon ended and another one began. This time between Angel and her dad. "Hi papá." As Angel's dad came into the apartment, Angel grabbed Collins' hand. "How was your trip?"

"Long," Angel's mom replied with a sigh. Her dad was strangely quiet and kept his eyes on Collins at all times. "So, is this the man you're so madly in love with?" Angel smiled and looked at Collins.

"Yes he is. Mamá, papá, this is my boyfriend, Tom Collins," she said.

"Tom Collins?" Angel's dad said. "The boy's named after a drink? Were his parents alcoholics?" It was the first time Collins heard him speak and he felt a little insulted.

"Alejandro, hush," Angel's mom whispered. "It's nice to meet you Tom."

"Mamá, he likes to be called Collins," Angel stated.

"Oh. Then it's nice to meet you Collins," Angel's mom corrected herself. "You can call me Alicia." Collins shook Alicia's outstretched hand.

"It's nice to meet you too . . . uh . . . Alicia," Collins replied. Alicia smiled and then turned to Alejandro. He reluctantly shook Collins' hand.

"Um . . . nice to meet you Mr. Schunard," Collins said.

"Likewise. You can call me Mr. Schunard," Alejandro said with coldness in his voice.

¡"Alejandro! Will you behave?" Alicia pleaded. "Ángel, where will your father and I be staying?"

"Oh, follow me," Angel said, picking up her dad's suitcase.

"I'm sure he can carry that on his own," Alicia said.

"I know. I'm just helping out." Angel then led her mom to the second bedroom that she and Collins never used, leaving Collins and Alejandro alone. For a long minute, neither of them moved.

"So," Collins began, trying to break the silence, "where you from?"

"That's none of your concern," Alejandro responded, not changing his facial expression or tone.

"Okay. Uh . . . why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm just trying to figure out what my son sees in you." Collins' eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Ángel bragged about how smart you are, yet you can't understand a simple sentence. Shocking," Alejandro said.

"Did I do something to make you angry?"

"No. I just find it funny that when someone brags about how smart someone else is, that someone always turns out to be a . . . how do I put this so that you can understand it? Ah yes. A shit-flinging primate that doesn't know its ass from its elbow. Do you know your ass from your elbow, boy?"

"I sure as hell know an ass when I see one." Usually Collins didn't get mad that easily, but this guy was really pushing it.

"That was clever. The primate learns by what it hears."

"You got one more time to call me a primate."

"What will you do then, boy? Hit me?"

"Stop callin' me boy."

"So, you'd rather I call you a primate then?"

"Let me ask you somethin'––"

"A primate is a monkey," Alejandro interrupted.

"I was actually gonna ask you your opinion on Enstein's theory on genius," Collins said, maintaining his anger. "See –– and correct me if I'm wrong –– Einstein argued that genius has no personality. But after talking to you for this short amount of time, I realize that you actually prove the negative. You definitely have personality." Collins came closer to Alejandro. "And it makes this primate wanna whoop your ass." Angel suddenly came back into the living room.

"Papá, mamá wants your help with something," she said. Alejandro forced a smile.

"Tell her I'll be right there," he said. Angel nodded and headed back to the bedroom to give her mom the message. Alejandro glared at Collins for a short while. "Sleep with your eyes open, boy." With that said, he left the room.

Wow. That was special. I STOLE LAW & ORDER LINES! Can you spot them? Well, can you? Tell me in your reviews! :)

Translations:

Mamá – mom

Papá – dad

Alejandro – Alexander

Alicia – Alice