A/N: Hey, all. I have no idea how this is gonna turn out, its my first Collins/Angel fic, and I'm hoping you're all gonna like it. So here it is! Oh by the way, I had to re-write this, because the crappiness of the first draft was annoying.

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"Collins, this is Mimi's friend Angel I was telling you about. Um, so, yeah." Roger moved aside when he saw Mimi. Collins watched his friend leave with his girlfriend, who Collins still didn't know at all. He stared into the face of his new acquaintance.

"Hey, I'm Tom...Collins." Collins corrected himself. He hated his first name. Thomas...it sounds so...dignified. Which Collins definitely was not.

Collins looked the boy down. He looked like an angel. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had deep brown eyes, dark brown hair, and an adorable smile. The angel had facial hair just like Collins himself, a perfect goatee. It went perfectly with his skin. Collins knew he was Latino from the minuet he saw him. His skin told it to him. A kind of olive color that highly differed from Collins' dark, chestnut colored skin. It looked very soft and nice... Oh crap, no, don't do this. Who knows if he even liked boys the way Collins did? But he was gorgeous, that Collins could not deny. He was perfect.

"Hi, I'm Angel." Oh, now that's just to easy.

"Hi." Collins managed to say. Looks? Screw looks. Angel's voice sent chills down Thomas Collins's spine.

"Hey. So, what's up with this... school?"

Collins shrugged. "Well we come here for six hours to learn stuff. Half of which will never come in use for us in later years."

"It's hell here." Angel muttered, looking around as kids walked through the door. Collins noticed that he had a habit of looking at Collins nervously, as if to make sure he was still there.

"Mmm...they made it clear High School here would be hell. The first day we got here. A few years later, and they still haven't broken their promise." Collins gazed at Angel. He shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned a little bit when Angel looked up at him.

"You know...I've been watching you. Ever since Mimi told me about you." Angel said as they sat down on a bench, waiting for the bell to ring.

Collins giggled. "Watching me? Are you a stalker?" He couldn't hide his small, bashful smile.

"Not stalker watching. Just... I don't know... watching. Looking away when you saw me." Angel smiled at him, blushing lightly.

Collins stared at his shoes. His own face turned a deep shade of red. He always tried to be cool, and usually was. But right now, he was anything but.

Angel tilted Collins's chin upward and stared into his eyes. He smiled almost approvingly. Collins blushed even more. He suddenly felt his throat close up. Finally, Angel let him go and spoke. "You know chico, you're cute when you blush." Angel commented.

Collins chuckled nervously. As if responding to his prayers the bell rang and everyone headed inside.

"See ya 'round, Collins." Angel waved and hurried off. Collins stared after him. He definitely needed to get closer with this boy. He sighed a huge sigh and ran inside after his best friend Mark, who was trying to get a date with their friend Maureen...again.

"PLEASE MAUREEN!" pleaded Mark.

"Mark, baby, I told you, I am OVER blonds. Maybe next week." she strutted away after a dark haired boy...and then away again after a dark haired girl.

Mark sighed. He looked at Collins sadly. Mark studied his friend's face for a few minuets. "You okay, man?"

Odd. Collins thought. Actually, he'd never felt better. What could Mark think was possibly wrong with him?

"Yeah. I feel amazing actually." Collins grinned, thinking about Angel.

"Really? I could go for some happiness. What's up?"

"I just met..." Shit. Mark didn't know he was gay. None of his friends did. God knows if they would accept him. No, he couldn't tell him. He would keep his homosexuality a secret. No matter what. "A really...really...hot girl."

"Did she like you?"

"I'll have to find out." It wasn't a total lie. Angel had been hot, and he didn't know if he liked him back. And he did have to find out. The only real lie, Collins convinced himself, is that Angel's not a girl.

"Do you like her?"

"I think...Mark I think I love her." Collins looked Mark in the eyes.

"I wish Maureen loved me the way you love...what's her name, anyway?"

"Angel."

Mark gave him a strange look, which Collins responded with a smile. Angel was an Angel...literally. And Collins needed to see him again.

How do you like? I like it. So review. I would appreciate it.