The next day, in music class, I just couldn't concentrate. The only thing I had on my mind was this handsome man with those beautiful wide lips and that dark hair. When I got to my room after class, I turned the paper with Malcolm's number in my hands. Should I call him? But you should always wait three days. If I call now, he'll think I'm pushy. But I have to hear his voice! By the time I could think about it, I had dialed the number and the higher in hand. It rang three times until I heard:

"Malcolm Mitchell. What can I do for you?" I smiled when I heard his voice again." Hello? " I caught myself again.

"Yes. This is Angus. Can you remember me?"

"Angus? The cute little curly hair who doesn't drink alcohol because he has to go to school?" I could see him smile. I grinned.

"Yes. This is me."

"Oh, I'm glad you called me."

"I'm glad to hear you again, Malcolm."

"Nice to hear you. What do you need, honey?" I blushed and leaned back on my bed. I wrapped the phone cord around my hands.

"I ... I would like to see you again." I stuttered.

"Well. I would like to see you again too. When do you have time?"

"Today?"

"Yes why not. What time?"

"At 14 o 'clock?"

"I'm still working there, dear. At 17? I got out of there."

"You work?" I giggled. He was still so young. It was quiet for a while before he answered:

"Yes, I'm working." I noticed that he sounded tense again.

"Yes, at 5 p.m. it's okay. In front of the bar? "

"Yes."

"Thanks." I grinned.

"I'm looking forward to it, darling. Bye." With that he hung up. I smiled back on the pillows. I had a date. A real date. Aw. But I've never had one. What should I wear. How should I act? If you want to talk, call me. I heard the drag queen say. I picked up her business card and read it through:

Rosie drag queen

09157/155881766

Parties, celebrations etc.

Just give me a call and I'll be there for you, sugar

I laughed and called the number. It rang several times until I heard his voice:

"Rosie Drag Queen. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, hi. I called you because you said I should call you when I want to talk to someone."

"Are you the little curly haired with the little ass?" I started to laugh.

"Yes, I think that's me."

"Yes of course. Hey sweetie. What's happening?"

"I have a date at 5:00 pm today." I sat up.

"Really? With the boy who gave you the number yesterday? "

"Yes. I know you should wait at least three days but- "

"Nothing, sugar. This is all rubbish. If you feel that you love him, then you should give him a call right away."

"Well, I did it. And ... I've never been on a date and ... "

"You need help. Sugar! Why didn't you tell me that right away! Do you have any clothes to wear?"

"No." I mumbled. I didn't have any special things.

"Give me your address and I'll come over and help you." I gave him my address and then hung up. I sighed happily. Kind of strange. I had given my address to a strange man. But I thought he was nice. So why not "For the rest of the hours I thought only about Malcolm's beautiful face. Eventually I fell asleep.

*

I woke up when there was a knock on my room door. Wearily, I wiped my eyes and sat up.

"Sugar?" That was Rosie. I got up and opened the door excitedly. Last night's man was standing in my doorway. He was dressed normally and had short blonde hair.

"Hello Rosie. Come in." I said cheerfully. He grinned and went inside.

"Call me Mark. My name is actually Mark. "

"Okay, Mark. I'm Angus. "

"Nice name." He grinned and put a large bag on my bed.

"What is that?" I asked interestedly.

"These are things for you. When did you say your date was?"

"In half an hour." He nodded and sat down on the bed.

"So who is the lucky one? Please describe him."

"Well, he has dark, straight, shoulder-length, velvety hair. Chocolate brown eyes, is a little taller than me, has a slim figure, very soft hands and- "

"-A voice like an angel." He said. I nodded quickly. "This is Malcolm, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good choice. He's really cute. If I was a little younger I would have picked him too." I giggled and let myself fall next to him with a happy sigh. "You seem really in love."

"Yes." I raved. "What can you tell me about him? And why was Ricks so angry with him when he protected me the first night?"

"Ah. OK. Watch out. I've been working in the bar for a long time. One day, this little man showed up. Everyone wanted to pounce on him, but he was very reluctant. Ricks wanted in his pants, but Malcolm wouldn't let him. At that time I was on the other side of the bar. Otherwise I would have helped him. Malcolm managed to tear himself away and they've hated each other ever since."

"Is there something that I definitely shouldn't say?"

"You shouldn't call him girlish. He hates it terribly."

"How so?"

"His parents kicked him out because he's gay. They beat him. I'm pretty sure they have more than that, but he never says anything about it. They bullied him at school. He's not having an easy life." I stared at the floor. "Is there any treasure?" He asked and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I ... I told him when we first met that his hands were very soft." Mark nodded slowly.

"No matter what, don't try to address this issue. If he does tell, that's fine. Otherwise not." I nodded. "Well. Then let's see what we wear for you." He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a silver shirt. It glittered in the rays of the sun falling through the window. "This is perfect, plus ... this!" He handed me the shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Without thinking about it, I took off my clothes and tried them on. "You're pretty, Sugar." Mark grinned and looked at me from all sides. "Do you have white sneakers?" I nodded and got some. "Perfect!" He called and looked at me. I looked in the mirror and damn ... I looked really good!

"Thanks, Mark." I grinned.

"No problem. We drag mothers should be there for others." He looked at his watch. "Now get the hot sweeper!" I laughed and started walking. I knew he would be leaving soon.