Angel woke up to Favorite Record by Fall Out Boy playing loudly, so loudly that; A) It woke Angel up and B) It was playing in the bathroom, while the shower was on. Both of his parents were extremely heavy sleepers, so he didn't have to worry about them, but he wanted more sleep.

He stood up the same time he heard a familiar voice singing in the shower, he smiled fondly as he knocked on the bathroom door. A high pitched shriek was heard from inside the bathroom, "Who is it?!" Michael shouted over his music.

Angel was laughing too hard to reply right away, once he finally stopped laughing he said: "You screamed like a little girl!"

"C' mon Angel, don't be mean! It was only because you're never awake this early, 'specially cause you were awake so late last night!"

"Dude. You were blasting Fall Out Boy. At 7:00 in. The. Morning. Of course, I'm gonna wake up!"

"Okay okay, I see your point. So..." Michael trailed off giving Angel a suggestive look.

"So? What? And what's that look for, Mike. Dude. Stop this. Please. Tell me what's going on." Angel looked around, freaking out slightly and wondering where Sam was so he could get out of this situation.

"So, I heard you and our star quarterback over there made nice, maybe even got a little chemistry?" Michael was trying too hard to keep a straight face, he knew all too well that Angel had a crush on him. He wouldn't be a good best friend if he didn't make some fun of him about the matter.

"You pulled that straight out of your ass, nobody told you jack shit and the most that happened was we played 20 Questions," Angel said petulantly.

"Are you sure that's all that happened, you have a habit of pretending some things didn't happen - which can get you out of trouble with teachers, but I know you. There's no getting out of this." Mike stated matter of factly.

Angel was trapped. He knew it, and he was about to turn tail and run out of the hospital room when Sam walked in. "Thank fuck you are here!" He said, more relieved than was really necessary.

"Uhm...you're welcome? How's your mom doing?" Sam - obviously - was confused but also concerned. There hadn't been someone like that in years - someone violently homophobic. Three years, which was basically a record in their neighborhood. A sad record, but a record nonetheless.

"She's okay, been sleeping for a long time, I understand why though..." Angel trailed off slightly before continuing, "I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life..." he trailed off again.

Mike put a comforting hand on his shoulder, not saying anything. Sam reached down at took Angels' hand, "I'm sorry, nobody deserves to go through what you have." He said softly, gently.

"The things I've gone through aren't important. What's important is that my mom is okay." Angel said sharply, pulling away from his friends somewhat roughly.

Mike and Sam knew better than to push him, they knew when he needed space, but they also knew when he was trying to push them away. Sam knew by the look on Mike's face that he was trying to resist saying something, he waited to see what he would say but Michael didn't even open his mouth.

The tense silence lasted for another few minutes until they heard someone clear their throat.

Angel was the first to react, "Yes? Who are you and do you need something?"A/N ~ Well would you look at that! I updated! Surprise! I think I'll update again today, though I'm not absolutely certain. This will be interesting, the last time there was a visitor Aishah got shot.... 

Word Count: 597

Original: 5.14.19

Edited: 5.18.19