After dinner Jacks and Angelo have a long conversation about life, love and death. Angelo thinks Jacks is a very wise individual, if a stranger has a conversation with him they'd think he were an old man trapped in a sixteen-year-old boy's body. The way he talks is mature, in fact, Angelo barely utters a word in their conversation, Jacks does most of the talking and Angelo does more of the listening.
Angelo loves his insight and opinions about society. Angelo can argue the fact that he's even more wiser than his father. He doesn't know if he genuinely thinks that or if he's just thinking that to spite his father for kicking him out of the house.
But there is no denying that Jacks is very wise and mature. He believes most of the kids here are because they were dumped here by their parents at the age of twelve to learn how to fight demons. While human kids are learning math, Nephilim kids are learning how to trap a demon. Well, they do also learn math but still. A human can never say they know how to trap a demon. All their knowledge about demons comes from movies and books, works of fiction.
Angelo will be conversing with Jacks again. Jacks is his new best friend.
As he heads toward his room he expects to make Chris his friend he doesn't know why he still wants to try it is obvious Chris doesn't like him or he just wants to be left alone. All Angelo knows is that they're going to be roommates for a while and Angelo wants to build a relationship with his roommate. He can't live with someone who hates him.
He has to choose the words he's going to use before he gets in. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing to him. Firstly he has to find a way to call his attention in a way that doesn't feel like he's interrupting him from his reading. And Angelo has observed that Chris loves to read.
The question is why Angelo feels so nervous about approaching Chris? Is it because he's drop-dead gorgeous and Angelo usually gets nervous when he's around beautiful people?
That's the problem with being boy-crazy. Angelo does not care if a guy is black, white or brown. As long as he's hot Angelo is crushin' and Angelo is crushing on Chris even though Chris is a snob. No, he's less a snob and more mysterious and that's Angelo's type.
"Ugh, enough." He says throwing his arms in the arm. He thinks it ridiculous that he's scared to get into his own room.
As soon as he walks into the room he sees that Chris isn't reading a book but he's gone to snooze Ville. He's currently fast asleep. Angelo sighs almost wanting to slap himself because he doesn't know why he was stressing in the first place. He is a bit relieved that he's asleep though because he hasn't come up with what to say to him.
Angelo wants to sleep as well because he yawns and his eyes are on the verge of closing. He climbs on his medium-sized bed and he rests his head on the pillow. Before he sleeps he watches Chris. He watches as his chest rises and falls as he breathes in and out. He's sleeping in such a manly way.
His head is resting on his palm and his left arm is on his chest. He looks even more beautiful as he's asleep. He's frowning his face still, but he still looks beautiful. Angelo wants to snap out of it because he knows falling in love with a straight guy is not recommendable. Chris would not be breaking his heart but Angelo would be smashing it on his own.
Oh, he forgot he doesn't have a heart, he has a halo in his chest that has turned him into a celestial being. It doesn't matter anymore all he knows is that he can't fall for Chris, that would be a terrible situation.
He doesn't want to overthink it anymore. All he wants to do is sleep.
And that's what he does.
He prefers dreams to nightmares. Obviously, who doesn't? Well, maybe Gothic people don't and they love nightmares but he hates nightmares.
He had always had nightmares that his parents would either kill or disown him for being gay and behold his nightmare has come true. That nightmare was not a wish his heart made yet Angelo's nightmare became a reality.
But he doesn't think he's in a nightmare. The atmosphere of this place looks too beautiful to be a nightmare so this has to be a dream. A very sweet dream.
He's in a large meadow. And he's walking barefoot, under his feet is the soft grass and he can spot pretty flowers of different types and colours. He wants to sniff them.
This place looks like heaven but that can't be possible because people like him aren't welcome in heaven. According to the Christians. But if this isn't heaven then where has he gone to?
He has forgotten that this is a dream so he may be dreaming of being in heaven. Because he's always wanted to go there. He's always wanted to make it into the silver city. The only way he can go there is through dreaming and here he is standing barefoot on the soft grass, the sky is a bright blue and the scent of the flowers is elevating. It's like smelling perfume but it's more natural.
This place is beautiful, Angelo could write a song about this place, and he could stay here forever. But he's not sure he's supposed to be here. And he's not sure he's supposed to know he's in a dream. But yet he does. Maybe this isn't a dream but yet he still thinks it is because there's no way Earth looks like this. Yes, the world is beautiful but how can this be earth? It just isn't.
He stands tall admiring his surroundings. He doesn't care if it's a dream or not he just wants to stay here forever. This looks like a place where there is no suffering chaos or evil demons. It's just him in paradise.
The human-turned-celestial is lost in thought when he receives a gush of wind on his skin. It was quick and precise like someone had just fanned him for a brief moment. He looks around to see where that breeze came from and when he finally turns he sees a man. A beautiful dark-skinned man with round lips, a sharp jaw and a muscular build he's not that muscular but he is hot.
He's dressed in a white robe and his feet are shoeless and they're beautiful. His hair is white and in neat dreadlocks. He's beautiful just beautiful and Angelo wants to tell him that. That's the first thing he wants to say to the tall man but instead, he has to confirm something.
"Who are you?" Angelo asks him. It's not that he doesn't like the fact that a hot man is standing before him he just wants to get to know him.
The man smiles and his smile is out of this world. It's so innocent and pure, nothing evil or mischievous about it. His smile makes Angelo want to trust him and he does look like a trustworthy guy.
"Hello, Angelo." The man says and his voice is majestic, like a waterfall. He could just sit here and listen to him speak or sing all day. The man looks like a singer. He has to be a singer. He doesn't know what he might be but his voice is wonderful. He is wonderful.
But how does this wonderful man know his name?
"Yes?" says Angelo staring right at his pink round lips. "How do you know my name?" Angelo asks him.
"Please do not be alarmed I am not here to harm you. I have simply come to your dreams to deliver a message."
Angelo looks him up and down. "What message?"
"Angelo you have been given a spectacular gift." Says the man. At first, Angelo thought he was talking about his singing voice and his ability to play any instrument majestically but then he remembers the other thing. The halo in his heart. This man knows his name and he knows that he has a halo in his chest. That could only mean one thing.
Of course, why didn't he see it before?
"Are you an angel?" he asks him.
"Yes, I am an angel Angelo." The man still maintains his smile. And it is no wonder Angelo is so attracted to him. No human looks as majestic as an angel. Not even Michael Jackson himself. Angels are created differently than humans. Their beauty is too bright and majestic for the human world.
"Just like you." He says and Angelo's smile disappears.
"I wasn't given this gift. It was forced into me," he says, looking away in shame. "I feel like an impostor. I'm just a human who was turned into an angel."
"Yes but you are no impostor. You were human and now you're an angel. There is a reason why the halo thief chose you."
"And what could that be? He saw that I was a loser and decided to give me a reason not to feel that way?"
"I don't know why he chose you but that's the message I'm here to deliver. I was sent by my father to tell you that there is a reason why you're an angel." He says, still smiling. Angelo wants to ask who his father is but he's spent his whole life in a religious household and he knows that the only father angels have is the person that created this world. Rather the God that created this world.
Father Guzman said God wants Angelo to go to a public school and it has to be for a specific reason. Could it be that God knew he was going to be an angel? Did God lead that halo thief to Angelo?
All his life he's been told that God works in mysterious ways not even his children in heaven know what he's thinking and Angelo who has been a fan of mystery has always found it fascinating. A God no one understands. But as he grew older he began to find that annoying. Why can't God just be direct? Why does he have to use some code? Why does everything have to be a test to him?
"Why me? Why didn't he just let me die?" Angelo asks the beautiful angel.
"Because it wasn't your time, Angelo and you're the only one who can stop the halo thief."
"What? Why and how am I going to do that?"
"I'm sorry Angelo my time is up here. I will be seeing you soon but remember to stay vigilant and stick with the nephilims. They will help you." the man turns to leave. But Angelo still wants answers and the first question pops into his head. He has to know this name before he leaves.
"Wait! What's your name?"
The angel stops and gives Angelo a sideways glance. Angelo can see the smirk on his face. He's so gorgeous and Angelo just wants to tell him that God did a wonderful job creating him.
"My name's Gabriel," Gabriel reveals his wings which are large and beautiful like a dove's wings but bigger. Angelo stares with his eyes widened and his mouth wide open. He's stunned.
The archangel flies away.