Strings Of Fate

Chapter 12: Tangled strings

He nibbled on his lip as he thought about it, keeping his gaze down. Should he apologize? Well he wanted to but...he was scared of approaching her and what was he to even say? 'Hey, I'm sorry for throwing a tantrum like a four-year-old just because you found a decent guy who'll give you dick all the same.'

Truthfully Angel wasn't good at apologizing, he never had been, but he wanted to try...for Cherri. He didn't want to lose her and even if he didn't want to talk about what happened he knew avoiding it would just make it worse. He sighed, taking his phone out for a moment and flipping it open.

He was quick to text, as not to get the phone to wet by the rain.

Angel Dust 5:50 AM: Hey Cherri still mad at me? I wouldn't blame u. Ur right, we should talk. Meet me at the diner? U know the one.

He tucked the phone away soon after that and only hoped that she would join him at the diner and maybe being there would help...he wasn't sure.

As he started to walk down the path again he suddenly found himself sliding forward, right rain and fashion boots were a bad mix. He was falling forward and couldn't really stop so he braced himself to hit the ground and shut his eyes...

Strange the ground was soft and...warm?

No, not the ground, someone had caught him and he was pushed up against their chest. Angel abruptly pushed away not wanting them to get the wrong idea, especially when he was trying to fix shit with Cherri right now.

"Fuck...sorry 'bout that.." Angel glanced up only to find a pair of familiar green eyes staring at him and his heart raced once more. He stumbled back as he attempted to ignore the heat on his cheeks. "D-Daniel...uh...shit the rain and my boots I-sorry."

Angel stared for a moment, he hadn't initially recognized the other because he wasn't in his uniform. His eyes trailed up and down the redheads clothing, dark almost black jeans the same color T-shirt under a leather jacket. His short red hair fell gently around his face and for the first time, Angel noticed the other freckles that dusted across his cheeks and nose.

Angel's cheeks flushed redder, why did he look so good in dark colors!?

"Oh, it's okay. I'm just glad I caught you." The redhead replied with a sheepish smile as he made an action of rubbing the back of his neck. Angel crossed his arms but kept his eyes on the other as they stood at the same height. Angel groaned as he brought a hand up to his face dragging it down slowly, the redhead's smile faltered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Is somethin' wrong?" Oh, and of course he had that subtle new yorker accent, which wasn't as thick as Angel's if anything it lingered in the background of his words.

"No- I mean...yes I mean-ah!" another groan followed as Angel's hands dropped to his sides. Daniel watched, confused but mildly amused as Angel paced in front of him for a moment or two before turning to him and gesturing towards him and his clothing. In all his years he had never seen the blonde's face so...red. "This...you, I-I've never seen you in casual clothes. Why is it so hot?!" When he was finally able to get the words out a soft chuckle couldn't help but escape Daniel's throat.

"Um...well, t-thank you, Angel." Daniel said, shyly, his own cheeks tinting pink but to a lesser degree than Angel's. "You...you like nice today too." Normally Angel would have taken the compliment and rolled with it, owned it but right now...he was doing the opposite of that. He was speechless and was blushing, trying to get his face to calm down, thankfully the cool rain was helping with that.

Sensing Angel's discomfort Daniel changed the subject quickly. "So uh...what are you doin' out here? It's kinda early, I didn't expect you to be up." Angel seemed to relax a little upon the new subject and comfortably found a spot to rest his hands in between his arms.