YO PEEPS AND PEEPETS! CAN YOU SAY SEQUEL!? I CAN! I'm excited (if you can't tell) to be writing this! WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

"Bills . . . great," Angel said, sitting on the couch to go through the mail. "Let's see. Light bill, heat bill, water bill, rent . . ." She laughed for a moment. "Like we ever pay that!" She flipped through a few more bills before she came to a letter addressed to Collins. What really caught her eye was that the last name of her lover and the last name in the return address were the same. "Virginia Collins? Who's that?" The door opened and Collins walked into the apartment, dragging his feet . . . well, one of his feet.

"Hey, Ang," he said, putting his breifcase down and starting to stomp his foot.

"Honey, what're you doing?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My foot fell asleep on the way home." Angel giggled.

"Poor baby," she said. Collins rolled his eyes and joined her on the couch. "We've got mail."

"You sound like that damn computer at work," Collins said. Angel giggled again and gave Collins the mail, save the letter from Virginia. "Light bill, heat bill, water bill, rent . . ." Collins laughed for a moment. "Like we ever pay that!"

"That's what I said," Angel told him, giggling once again.

"So, all we got today is bills?"

"Well . . . not exactly. You got a letter from someone in Virginia . . . named Virginia." Collins froze. "You alright, sweetie?"

"What's Virigina's last name?" Collins asked.

"Their last name is your last name," Angel replied, handing him the letter. "Why?" Collins stared at the letter in awe. "Honey?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

"Ummhmm."

"You sure?"

"Ummhmm." There was a small silence.

"You gonna open it?" Honestly, Angel really wanted to find out who sent Collins the letter. She watched as he slowly opened the letter and read it.

Dear Tommy,

How are you? I haven't heard from you in a long time and I miss you. Your father misses you too. We're all alone in this big empty house, wishing at least one of our kids would come back and visit. That someone could be you. Or you just write me back and give me your number so I can call you once in a while. You're my youngest and I love you. I meant to write sooner, but I've been so busy lately planning our annual family reunion in two weeks. All your brothers and sisters are coming. Your cousins, aunts, and uncles too. We're even trying to get Nana to come.
You should come too. It'll be nice having the whole family together. Every year everybody asks about you and I tell them 'He's up in New York, making a living.' If you come, you can bring as many people as you want. It'd be nice of you to introduce your family to your friends. I know you have friends. It's impossible for you to be as nice as you are and not have any. I'd love to meet them.

Sincerely,
Mamma

P.S. Think about it before you say no. It would mean the world to me if you came.

Collins finished reading the letter and sighed.

"What?" Angel asked. "Who's Virginia? What'd the letter say?"

"My mom and she wants me to bring some of my friends to a family reunion," Collins explained, refolding the letter.

"That's great, honey! And it'd be the perfect opportunity for me to meet your parents!"

"Hold up there, Ang. We ain't goin'." Angel's face fell.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Cause . . ." Collins searched his brain for an excuse, "we don't have enough money for me to bring you, Mo, Jo, Roger, Mimi, and Mark." Angel took the letter from him and started to put it back in its envolope.

"I guess you're right," she said, having trouble putting the letter back. She sat it on the coffee table and dumped a piece of paper that was stopping the letter from being put away into her hand. Her eyes widened as she stared at the paper.

"What?" Collins asked.

"We're going," Angel said, smiling.

"How?"

"Because your mom sent us a check for 20,000 dollars!" Collins took the check from Angel and gawked at it.

Damn! he thought. She's always two steps ahead of me!

"So she did," Collins said, putting the check down.

"So we can go now, right?" Angel asked, feeling hopeful.

"No, we can't."

"Why not, honey?"

"Ang, my parents don't know . . ." Collins was unsure of how to continue.

"They don't know what?" Angel pushed. She thought for a minute. "They don't know we're together, do they?"

"They . . . don't even know I'm gay."

"What!?"

"They don't know I'm gay, Angel. I never came out to them."

"Well, we have to go now!"

"Angel, we can't."

"Your parents deserve to know!"

"My dad'll burn me alive!"

"You're overreacting, Collins."

"No I'm not. My dad's a preacher."

"He is?"

"Yeah. He's got this giant belief that all gay people should be delievered from homosexuality. I'll never hear the end of it if I come out to him. He'll disown me!"

"Then . . . fuck him! He can't tell you how or who to love!"

"Try tellin' him that."

"I would . . . if we can go." Collins was silent. "Please honey? I'll help you come out. It's not so hard if you have help." Collins looked into Angel's eyes.

"Well . . ." he started, "I . . . guess we could-"

"YAY! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Angel interrupted, kissing Collins. "I'm gonna go call Mimi." With that said, Angel bounced out of the room.

What are the consequences of what I've just done? Collins thought.

That's the first chapter! I hope it has you interested! Review please!