Heaven Is A Place For Angels

Getting ripped out of bed wasn't the best way of starting a day. When Angela found herself on the hard floor with a dark-haired man standing above her she got the sudden urge of hitting someone nearby, and in that case, Billie Joe.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she said, sounding exacly like she'd just woken up, y'know that uncontrolable voice that you get.
"Fuck you too, and we're going on a walk. Get up, and just follow me, like, now!" he said, and it could have sounded threatening, but it didn't. It just sounded like he had too little to do. She shrugged her shoulder, 'cause she really didn't have anything else to do herself, now that she was fully awake. When she had put on her slippers, she stood up, regarding his odd expression.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Uhm, that doesn't really matter right now. Just come on," he kind of answered, took her hand and pulled her toward the outer door.


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