Life Support
By Akari Van Halen
Disclaimer: Although Jonathan Larson is gone now and someone else owns his characters and songs, I do not, therefore I now bring you this fic! Enjoy! (P.S. This is my 1st heartfelt fic. So no laughing!)
Chapter 1. The Meeting
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"I'll meet you at the show. I'll try to convince Roger to go," said Mark.
"See you then."
I waved goodbye and walked over to her. She was beautiful. It was hard to believe that she found me at my worst. I can't believe those bastards... they took my coat, of all things. But it was her that just may have brightened my holiday. She made me feel like...like...
"Tom?" she asked. "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh—yeah. Fine," I said. Fine, I thought. Just like her. She took my hand and we left the meeting for Maureen's performance. We soon got tired of walking and called a taxi, courtesy of her. She really lives up to her name—Angel.
We were close to the lot when Angel told the driver to stop. We got out and I asked her where we were going. She didn't respond; she just took my hand and we went to a vendor. I was confused. Then I noticed that Angel was looking at me.
"Pick one," she said.
"You don't have to do this," I told her.
"Hush your mouth. It's Christmas," she replied.
I didn't deserve her. I just didn't deserve her...
Then I noticed something the vendor had. Something familiar.
"THAT'S MY COAT!" I yelled.
"We give discounts," said the vendor, like it meant nothing to her.
"Let's get a better one," Angel said calmly.
"It's a sham! She's a thief!" I said.
"She brought us together."
I decided to agree. Angel did have a point. And I hated that coat anyway. "I'll take that one. The leather," I said.
"How much you want for this?" the vendor asked Angel.
"Fifteen," she replied.
"No way. Twenty-five," the vendor argued.
"Fifteen."
After about a minute, Angel walked over to me, the coat she paid the vendor for in her arms. She handed me the coat, but it didn't look like the one I asked for. It looked nicer and much more expensive.
"Angel!" I exclaimed. "How much did this cost?"
"Fifteen," she answered. "Go ahead. Try it on."
So I did. It fit perfectly.
"I love it, Angel," I said to her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Angel replied.
"Are you ready to go to the performance? It's right up the street," I said, taking her hand.
"Okay," said Angel.
We rushed to the Eleventh Street lot, where Maureen, my friend and former roommate, was protesting through song. I introduced Angel to the guys, and as the performance began, it seemed to really get to Angel. I thought it was good too. When it was over, she took my hand and looked at me, smiling.
"What are you smiling for?" I asked, beginning to smile as well.
"You're really nice," she said.
"So are you."
We looked into each other's eyes and realized we each had a newfound love.