Title: The Great Escape
Characters: Maureen Johnson, Mark Cohen, Roger Davis, Thomas Collins, and Benjamin Coffin the Third.
Pairings: Mentioned Mark/Alexi, Roger/April, Roger/Mimi, and Angel/Collins.
Rating: Teen cause it's Rent
A/N: This happened at two in the morning. It is nothing like I expected it would be. It may fail epicly. But I like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own. I... I...(can I resist?) I rent. (guess not...) Sorry. :(
Mark had his camera out, and was filming the notorious Maureen Johnson steal a shopping cart from a local grocery store. Collins was sitting behind the wheel of an old Volvo laughing his head off. Roger and Benny were having an intense conversation about which band was better: AC/DC or KISS. It was the groups last night in Scarsdale, New Jersey. The next morning they were all splitting up and going off to college or, in Roger's case, New York City to make it big.
It was so good to be together on their last day, and all of them knew they'd miss each other when they were gone. Collins yelled out that they had to hurry because a mysterious black cockroach was crawling towards the car. Maureen hurried to try and load the cart into the trunk of the idling car. She finally succeeded (probably ruining something) before they sped out of the parking lot. They were going to the park, to the place they had hung out together at for as long as they'd been friends. Collins was driving pretty fast and a little spaz like, and when they finally stopped the car Maureen cheered. Roger and Benny jumped out, and started kissing the ground yelling "Land!" at the top of their lungs. Collins and Maureen started throwing dirt on them, and they the boys returned their attack. Soon, all five kids were laughing so hard they were extracting glares from the local families. Sure, most of them were heading home anyways seeing as it was getting dark, but rowdy teenagers were never a good thing.
The friends couldn't help being nearly hysterical with laughing. For the first time in their lives, they felt fully alive. They were free at last to do whatever came to their minds. They were adults in body and kids in spirit. The world was theirs for the taking! After they finally calmed down they walked arm in arm to their meeting place. Sitting around in a circle, they started their good bye ceremony. They had been planning this since the beginning of senior year, and it felt like deja vu to actually be going through with it.
"From now on, forget your past. We're escaping from this horrible town. We won't listen to a word anyone says from here on out. At least, not anyone from this town. No one knows us anyways, not like we know each other. Even though we're all going to be apart, remember that we're family. But we're free, so you're free to find more family. It's just, we were here first so you have to love us more. Now our lives are beginning. We're going to be friends forever of course, so we'll have plenty of time to talk about this kind of thing. As for now, I want us all to say where you want to be in ten years, right before we become middle age. You all know the rules."
Collins, always the philosopher, the thinker, made his speech. He then pulled out the pieces of paper they had all handed him at the beginning of the evening, and placed them in his ever-present beanie. He shook it, and pulled out the first card. It read "Benny C." Benny stood to make his speech.
"I want to find true love, and have a family. Hell, maybe I'll even build a charity for the homeless people or something, because I'm going to be filthy stinking rich!"
He blew kisses to an invisible crowd, before sitting down and pulling out the next slip. Everyone held their breaths as he passed it around to show everyone. Maureen stood as she read her familiar signature on the simple white strip of paper. She twirled around a bit, before standing still and waving her arms to draw attention to her, even though she already had everyone's.
"I'm going to get famous, and it's going to be for something amazing. I'll protest anything that's worth protesting, and then some stuff in between. I'll be a performer and I'll have millions of followers! It will be a Maureen cult! Then, eventually I may go into politics and take over the world."
She took a bow, and reached into the sacred beanie, pulling out a slightly stained piece of paper with a tear in it. Mark knew whose this was before it was read aloud. Roger nodded, and jumped up. He'd been waiting for his turn.
"I'm going to be in a band. A good band, not like the crappy one I'm in now. I'm going to become a rock star sex God. I'm going to have groupies throwing themselves at me left and right, but I'll have found my trust love by then. Of course, I'm going to stay faithful. I'm going to get famous and rich, and by the time I die I'm going to have a legacy. I'll never be forgotten."
He sat down, and pulled out Collins's signed paper. Collins had never been one for theatrics, and stood simply until everyone stopped talking about Roger's goal.
"I wanna be a college professor. Someone who makes a difference, and makes people think. I want to be someone that people will respect, even though I'm black. As for finding my true love, I'm not so sure I believe in that kind of thing. Sure, it's great to dream but I'll most likely never fall in love. I wanna change the world, and help the Earth be a better place," here his face broke into a grin. "And I wanna drink as much booze as I can while doing it!"
He sat down to great applause, and he smiled softly at the praise he had gotten. The last piece of paper was Mark's, who had been filming the whole thing. He looked up at the moon (half full, odd it seems like it should be full) and stood slowly.
"I don't really know where I want to be in ten years. I just want to be known. Like, the real me. The way you guys know me. I want to write and film movies that capture what the everyday person sees, or hears, or feels. Also, I don't want to ever be alone. I don't know about finding my true love or having tons of people around, but I do want someone who I can open up to. I just always want someone to lean on when times get tough you know?"
He smiled, feeling like an idiot. Collins had an idea, after hearing Mark's words. He pulled out a small pocket knife and made a cut on each of his palms so there was a thin line of blood. He passed it along, and everyone did the same thing. They were confused at first, but understood when Collins had everyone join hands.
"Lets promise we'll all accomplish ours dreams, or at least to the best of our abilities. Let's promise we'll always be a family, no matter what. Us five, we're all we've had through our whole adolescence. We can't let that go just because we're becoming adults. Do you all promise to be there for each other at all times?"
As blood flowed between the make-shift family, everyone promised.