Rent: next season.
Disclaimer: As always I do not own Rent, just the kids in this story and few other characters. The rest belongs to the wonderful Jonathon Larson.
Chapter 1: Wedding Bells.
"August 28th, 2007 3 a clock eastern standard time." Cameron said filming at the park, that's been decorated with flowers and tables. "It's been two hours since my Dad, Mark Cohen, married Brooke Terrence, now Brooke Cohen." Cameron moved around in the group of people, he stopped at a Fay (who was wearing a pink dress) who was chugging down a glass of orange juice.
"This sad creature is Fay Cohen, one of the Brides maids in the wedding and my sister. Not to mention now she's the sister of Allan and Mitchel Terrence as well." Cameron said. Fay stared into the camera.
"Cameron, I'm gonna knock your lights out!" Fay said.
"You're just nervous because you want to be the one who catches the bouquet." Cameron said.
"And what if I am?" Harris came out of the group of people. He was wearing a white shirt; with a purple tie that hung lose from his neck, and black dress pants.
"Fay, Maureen wants a picture of us together." Harris said. Fay grabbed Harris's hand and walked away. Cameron continued to look through the party until he came across Isabella and Beckon.
"Go easy on the food okay?" Isabella asked Beckon. Beckon was wearing a small suit, well Isabella was wearing a dress like Fay's. Collins wasn't able to make it to the wedding because he was looking for a new job and had a doctors appointment afterwards.
"Isabella, wedding wishes?" Cameron asked. Isabella smiled at the camera.
"Well, Mark, Brooke I wish you all the happiness in the world. And Brooke, welcome to our family." Isabella said, she looked over to Beckon. "Beckon, What did I just say about the food?!" Cameron moved on, to see Donna (who was wearing a black dress.) Was dancing with Roger (wearing a tux).
"Here's Roger Davis, the best man dancing with his daughter Donna Davis." Cameron said filming them. "Have either of you guys seen Randi?"
"I think she was looking for you." Roger said.
"Shit!" Cameron yelled. "Before I go face my doom, any last minute wishes?"
"Welcome to our Family Brooke, Mitchel, Allan, and Derek!" Donna yelled. Roger laughed as Cameron pulled away. As he went through the crowd of people. Eventually he ran into his Father.
"Cameron!" He said.
"The groom himself…Mark Cohen my Father." Cameron said pointing the camera at his Father.
"Cameron, have you seen Reese?" Mark asked.
"I think he's introducing Mitchel and Allan to Grandma." Cameron responded.
"Oh god, I better go save them!" Mark ran forward as Cameron continued through the crowed. He stopped at a table where Warren and Derek were talking.
"Hey guys, have you seen Randi?" Cameron asked.
"Um, she came here looking for you a few minutes ago." Warren said.
"Oh, by the way to anyone who is watching this video…This is Derek Terrence, Brooke's oldest son, and his boyfriend Warren Hill." Cameron said. "Derek is now my older step-brother."
"Been there, done that." Derek said.
"Cameron!" Cameron turned the camera around to face Randi. Since the past couple of months. Randi has gotten her hair straighten, and cut to just past her shoulders. But she still looked very much like Mimi (she was also wearing a pink dress.)
"There you are darling." Cameron said. "By the way, this is my girlfriend, Randi Davis." Randi smiled.
"Turn the camera off now!" She said. Cameron turned off the Camera.
"What's up?" Cameron asked. Randi grabbed his hand.
"Not here, let's talk by the swings." Randi said pulling him away. Cameron followed Randi to the swing set. They sat down.
"So how are you today?" Randi rolled her eyes, Cameron asked her this question everyday, it was sweet, but it got annoying.
"Better, I still miss her, but I feel ten times better than last week." Randi told him. "Cameron, remember when we talked about…sex." Cameron nodded.
"Yeah, what about it?" Cameron asked.
"Well, it's just that, you know it's something that just happens, not something you plan out. In fact sometimes when were making out, I'm always afraid it will go too far."
"Randi, I would never let anything go that far if weren't ready." Cameron told her.
"But what happens if we get lost in the moment? Then we go all the way without protection? I don't want to be a mother at Seventeen just because I was being stupid." Randi said.
"Don't worry, more than likely you'll be eighteen before any kid is born." Cameron said. Randi smacked his shoulder. "Okay! I'm sorry; I was just trying to bring some humor into this."
"Well, I'm being serious. I mean I've pretty much decided you're going to be my first…" Randi said.
"Really?" Cameron asked. Randi looked at him, it was kind of a weird complement, but she knew it said a lot.
"Well, why wouldn't you?" Randi asked. "You're sweet, reliable, handsome, and I've never felt this way about anyone."
"Randi, I feel the same way about you. And you're right; it isn't something we'll be able to plan." Cameron said. "But if it makes you feel better I can buy condoms."
"Now how are you going to do that?" Randi asked.
"I'm pretty sure Derek will get them if I ask him." Cameron responded. Randi shook her head.
"You're feeling pretty confident about this." She said.
"Doesn't mean I am I just accept the fact that well…it's going to happen, so I might as well be prepared on some level." Randi kicked up some sand.
"Well, if you're willing to do that, maybe I'll go on the pill." Randi said. Cameron raised up an eyebrow.
"How are you going to do that?" Cameron asked.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I can get Derek to buy them for me." Cameron pushed Randi.
"And you yelled at me because I wasn't being serious!" Cameron yelled.
"I was thinking about seeing if planned parent-hood would give me some pills. You know…maybe they'll take pity on a hormone crazy teenager." Randi said.
"Well, then I guess all that's missing is a time and place." Cameron said. "And, what you're afraid of the most." Randi sighed.
"I remember when I found out my Mom was dying, and I pushed you away. I felt horrible, and I knew I was doing the wrong thing too, but I couldn't stop. What if after we…go all the way, we start pushing each other away? What if things become just about our sex life?"
"Randi…" Cameron said putting a hand on her shoulder. "I would never let any of those things happen. You mean too much to me." Randi looked down again, watching her feet as she kicked the sand.
"I think they meant it, when they said you can't buy love." Cameron started to sing. Randi smiled and started to sing with him.
"But I know you can rent it, and at least you are my love…For life…All my life…" Randi reached over and kissed Cameron. She put her hand on his cheek as they deepened the kiss. Cameron and her had always been close. But it seemed like after they got back together, she was playing a new game. She could even name a couple times when her and Cameron had come close to the edge. But Cameron made it seem so simple; of course Cameron also probably assumed it would be a while yet. But Randi had this feeling it would be a lot sooner.
"Randi!" Donna yelled. Cameron and Randi pulled away from each other. "Come on! Brooke's throwing the bouquet! Randi smiled as she stood up, Inside all the single girls stood in a group as Brooke got ready to throw the bouquet.
"Alright ladies, ready?" Brooke asked.
"Hold on!" Cameron yelled getting out his camera. "I want to get as much film as I can!"
"Mark, it seems like Cameron has been filming a lot more than usual." Mark Mother whispered.
"Well, Mom he's always filming, besides, he's putting together a video. He's trying to get into the New York College of arts." Mark told his Mom.
"Randi's trying to get in too." Roger said.
"Okay, ready!" Cameron shouted.
"One, Two, Three!" Everyone shouted. The bouquet went up in the air into the gang of girls. When someone caught it, everyone looked to see it was Isabella who caught the bouquet.
"Damn!" Fay shouted.
"Guess you're the next one to get married." Randi joked. Isabella laughed.
"Randi, I have to find love, before I can get married." They all laughed, even Fay laughed as they walked back to the tables together. Later that night, they were back at the loft, Mark and Brooke were packing.
"I think it's awesome you guys are going to Chicago for a honeymoon." Fay said she was wearing a white shirt with a purple jacket and a denim skirt.
"Well, we couldn't afford to go anywhere else, but it was nice of everyone to give us money for the trip instead of presents." Brooke said. Mark was still a struggling artist selling his film to t.v. shows when he felt it was okay, and Brooke wasn't exactly making a fortune from her bartending job.
"Half of it's going to gas alone." Mark said. "But a honeymoon's a honeymoon. Roger, take your…."
"AZT, I know." Roger finished.
"And Roger thanks for watching Mitchel and Allan for me." Brooke said.
"No problem, your family now." Roger said. Brooke smiled.
"Derek and Warren can't come tonight, but their coming tomorrow to spend time with Mitchel, Allan, and Reese." Brooke said.
"Don't worry, Cameron and Randi said they'd stay home and help me. Plus Fay's just having Harris come over here. So I'll have plenty of help." Roger said.
"Mom!" Mitchel screamed.
"Dad!" Reese called out. They both ran into the other room. Reese and Allan were getting along very well. But Reese and Mitchel, that was a different story.
"Guys…" Mark warned. Mitchel turned to Brooke.
"Mom, Reese says I cheated at go fish!" She yelled.
"She did cheat Dad!" Reese yelled. "I asked her if she had any sevens, and she said she didn't and then a seven fell from her hand."
"I thought you said eleven." Mitchel cried out.
"There are no eleven's stupid!" Reese shouted back.
"Jacks are the eleven's jerk!" Mitchel yelled. Brooke threw her hands up.
"Guys please, not now. I need you two to get along for Roger this weekend, me and Mark are leaving for our honeymoon. And Mitchel I want you to be on your best behavior!" Brooke said.
"Same goes for you Reese, get along with Mitchel for this weekend okay?" Mark said.
"Fine…" Reese said.
"Okay…" Mitchel agreed. They ran to the other room.
"Good luck Roger." Mark said grabbing their bags. "We're going, bye kids!" Mark yelled. Mark and Brooke walked out the door. Roger felt a little alone after everyone left, he left for the kitchen to take his AZT.
"Roger!" Isabella called out.
"Hmm?" He asked putting a pill in his mouth.
"I'm gonna run to the store to get some chips and soda. I'll be right back okay?" Isabella said.
"Okay." Roger said. Isabella walked out the door, she ran into Harris on the stairs.
"Hey Harris." Isabella said.
"Where are you going?" Harris asked.
"I'm getting some food." Isabella responded.
"Oh, be careful, on my way here I herd something in the ally." Harris warned her.
"Don't worry I have pepper spray." She said as she continued walking. Harris walked up to the apartment. Roger was strumming his guitar, Harris walked to the room Randi, Fay, and Isabella shared. When opened the door, he saw Randi and Cameron making out on the huge bed they just got.
"Oh my god!" Harris said looking away. Randi and Cameron looked up.
"Harris!" Randi yelled.
"Sorry!" Harris yelled. "I was looking for Fay."
"Sure you were you little pervert." Cameron said as Randi got off of him. "Harris chill out, I was only joking."
"Still, I just saw you two…making out on the bed my girlfriend sleeps on…" Harris said. "That's more scaring then most of the shit Maureen does."
"Come on, it's not like you and Fay haven't done anything like that." Cameron said.
"Actually no we haven't…" Harris said, he looked and saw that they both had shocked looks on their faces.
"You've never made out with Fay?" Randi asked.
"Well…I've kissed her like that, but I've never actually had a made out session." Harris said.
"And to think, I thought you were a man…" Cameron said.
"What's the big deal?" Harris said.
"Nothing." Randi said in a reassuring way. "It's just weird…I thought by now you would have felt Fay up at least a hundred times." Harris shook his head.
"You guys are sick." Harris said. "Well if she's not here, where is Fay?"
"She's walked Donna to her dance lesson." Randi said, as if on cue they herd the door slam open and shut.
"That's her right now." Cameron said. Randi and Cameron walked out with Harris to the other room; to their surprise Donna was the one who looked upset instead of Fay.
"I think you're over reacting way too much." Fay said.
"Yeah right, you're not the one who has to be that jerks dance partner!" Donna said, when she saw Harris she pointed at him.
"Your brother's a jerk!" She shouted.
"Did I forget to tell you guys that Atticus is taking a dance class?" Harris said. "Let me guess, you got paired with him for exercises, right?"
"And it was horrible. I thought it'd be fun, because I know Atticus and everything." Donna said. "But then he looks to me and says I like your pink outfit, which we have to wear for class, and he tells me it looks better on me than black!" Randi rolled her eyes, lately Donna had been wearing black clothes and dressing Gothic, people sometimes point out the clothes don't exactly go with her personality, which is beyond sweet.
"Look, I'm sure Atticus didn't mean anything by it." Cameron said.
"Oh he meant something!" Donna yelled. "He hates my Goth look and he wants me to be Miss. Pink Barbie girl!" Donna said. "But I can tell you that's not happening!"
"Oh my god…" Roger said shaking his head and laughing. "My youngest daughter has become a teenager."
"They said all Teenagers scare!" Cameron, Randi, and Fay started singing together. "The living shit out of me!"
"Very funny." Donna said.
"Hey, don't go into Reese and Allan's room." Randi said.
"Why?" She asked with that innocent look on her face.
"When you get there you'll know." Randi said. But Donna just shrugged and went down the hall. Meanwhile, Isabella was walking back from the store, in a hurry to get back home with Beckon, when she herd someone coughing. Partially odd, because this was the same street she found Beckon on…But this noise didn't belong to a little boy, this one belonged to a man…sixteen at the youngest, twenty one at the oldest. Isabella grabbed her pepper spray as she walked forward. She found an ally, where she saw three men surrounding one man on the ground. The one on the ground looked about eighteen years old, he had kind of long black hair that flowed away from his face, and he appeared to Latino from what she was able to see. He was wearing a white shirt, with a black jacket, and jeans. Isabella gasped when she saw the man was bleeding, from his mouth and from what appeared to be a few cuts. She watched as one of the men standing up kicked him.
"Dirty Mexican!" He herd him say. Isabella couldn't just stand anymore and let these horrible, racist people hurt this poor person. She ran towards them, jumping on the back of the Man that kicked the Latino Man. She was pulled off by one of the other men and forced to face them.
"You should have stayed out of this missy." One of the men said. Isabella kneed him in the stomach and sprayed his eyes with pepper spray. When she turned to the other men they were already running away, the man she sprayed went after them. She put the pepper spray in her pocket and faced the Latino Man. He was looking up at her, almost like she was a wonderful, magical, goddess.
"You okay honey?" Isabella asked getting down to the Man's level.
"Yeah, I'm fine." The man responded.
"Did they steal anything or…" Isabella reached for his bleeding lip, but he stopped her.
"No they didn't steal anything." The Man said. "You can't touch my blood.."
"Why not?" She asked.
"I'm HIV positive." He said sadly. Isabella looked shocked, he seemed young to be HIV positive, but so did Derek when she first meant him.
"It's alright; I can't get it if I don't have open cuts or sores. And I don't have any." Isabella said. "I know a lot about HIV, my Father has AIDS and my Mother had AIDS too, and some people in my Family have HIV and AIDS." The Man stared at her, knowing that AIDS and HIV wasn't exactly a good conversation starter, she switched it to something else. "I'm Isabella….People call me Belle sometimes, but you can call whatever you want."
"I'm Julian, people just call me Jay." He said, Isabella smiled.
"Do you live near by?" Isabella asked helping Jay up. He nodded.
"A couple blocks from here." She helped him start walking.
"Come on, I'll walk you home and bandage your wounds."
"You don't have to do that…" She sighed.
"I know, I want to help..." She smiled bigger, trying to get him to calm down. It seemed to be working, because he was smiling back.
"You have a great smile Belle." He said. She laughed.
"You have a great outfit." She said. "Put it together yourself?" He nodded.
"Did you make that shirt yourself? It's pretty cool." He mentioned Isabella's red shirt.
"Thanks." She whispered. She felt something about Jay that she hadn't felt with anyone else before. Maybe because this was kind of a replay…A replay on how Collins and Angel met.
The song Randi, Fay, and Cameron sang a line of was called Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Hope you guys like this sequel.