Let me know what you think guys. I know this chapter's pretty short but more to come.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent...I Rent.

Chapter 1-Swimming Trunks and Belly Buttons

"ROGGGGEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

15 year old Roger Davis groaned and wandered onto the fire escape, rubbing his eyes. Looking down, he saw three quarters of his best friends congregating outside of his parents apartment. The unsurprising owner of the voice who had yelled for him, Maureen Johnson, was hopping from one foot to the other in an overdramatic gesture of impatience.

"Maureen- I told you to go to the bathroom before we left!" Collins groaned with Mock-exasperation, suppressing a grin.

Maureen answered with an eye roll, her hands on her hips defiantly "Oh, just because I live with you, you're now Daddy Collins."

"Well, I don't think Daddy Collins has seen you naked in the shower.."

"EWWWW Benny that is wrong!"

"Um…HELLO!!"

The three looked back up to see Roger- arms folded across his bare chest "Will someone please well me why I'm being woken up on a weekend. And if the next words out your mouth aren't 'dead, free food or naked women' I'm going to be severely pissed off"

Benny raised an eyebrow "Woken up? Roger it's half past 1 in the afternoon!"

"So?!" He snapped

"So if I'm awake- it is officially past naptime- now get your ass down here!" Maureen ordered. "Oh and bring your trunks.." she added as he moved to go into his bedroom

Roger frowned and span around "Trunks? As in swimming trunks?"

"No. elephant trunks." Collins responded sarcastically "Just go into your room and bring out some elephant trunks." He grinned "Or are you more of a Speedos guy?"

"I don't own trunks." Roger replied flatly, continuing before Collins could make another witty remark "I don't own any type of swim wear"

Maureen rolled her eyes "Typical. Then just pack extra underpants. Just hurry up! I want to get to Marks before the pool gets cold or one of his disgusting little brothers pisses in it."

"Yes mam!" Roger muttered, mock saluting and marching back into his bedroom.

After half an hour of Maureen whining to Roger for making them late (a hypocritical complaint from the girl who put the fashion into fashionably late), the four friends were approaching the Cohen household. Collins stopped suddenly as they reached the gate, pulled his sweater of, and passed into the Maureen, who muttered in inaudible curse and slid it on, her skinny frame instantly drowned by the fabric. At Rogers look of confusion, Benny smiled smugly.

"Oh that's right, you don't usually come with us to Marks house, do you? Why is that again Roger?" He asked, using any opportunity to remind Roger of Mrs Cohen's dislike for anyone with long hair or with any connection to rock music, Roger, unfortunately fell into both of these categories and he began to drum his fingers against the gate, clearly becoming nervous. It wasn't like Roger to care much what people thought of him, but Mark was one of his best friends, he hated not being welcome in his home.

Maureen shot Benny a death stare for bringing the matter to Rogers attention and turned to face him "Rog. Don't worry about what she thinks. Screw her- she's a stupid paranoid old bitch who's-"

"Uh Mo.."

"-too small minded to realise not everyone is a fucking sheep, and that some people are different-"

"Mo…"Collins' voice became more urgent but was still ignored by Maureen, who simply increased her volume

"I mean, yeah, so I wear shorter tops. Does that instantly make me a fucking prostitute or something?! No. Just because she was a fat teenager who couldn't show any skin without making any boy within a 5 mile radius vomit!" She was ranting now, but didn't care "And another thing-"

"FOR FUCK SAKE MAUREEN!"

"What?!" she span to face Collins and Benny, her eyes growing wide when she realised they were not alone.

"Nice to see you again Maureen." Mrs Cohen said stiffly, her lips pressed in an grimaced smile "Roger, still playing your drums?"

Roger suddenly took a great interest in his shoes "Um…actually.."

Before the conversation could become anymore awkward, Collins dragged him into the house, followed by Maureen who was ignoring the others because they "Didn't tell her the old bitch was there" an accusation Collins responded to with a roll of his eyes. They entered the kitchen, where Mark was attempting casual by sitting on the bunker, swinging his legs.

"Hey." he received them with a grin, jumping down

"You know how your mom wasn't exactly fond of me?" Maureen asked, pulling Collins sweater off to reveal a t-shirt she had shredded with a razor to rest seductively above her belly button.

"Yeah…"Mark replied, frowning as she threw the sweater back to Collins.

"Well I think I just stole Rogers crown as most hated friend of Markypoo."

Marks cheeks flushed but before he could respond she was striding into the garden, stripping into a slinky black bikini.

"Jesus Mark it's HUGE!" Collins exclaimed as he followed Maureen, and was met by the Cohen's new outdoor pool.

"Oh cool it has a diving board! DIBS!" Maureen cried, scrambling up the ladder and gracefully diving into the pool while the boys pulled their clothes of- revealing their swimming trunks.

Maureen rose to the surface and took one look at Marks pale body before bursting into hysterical giggles "I swear to god Mark, your mom has to have had sexual relations with a ghost. There is no other physical way you could be that pale!"

Clearly used to the comments about his skin, Mark ignored her and took of his glasses, sliding into the pool beside her and pulling her under the water, starting a battle which Benny quickly became involved with when Maureen tried to pull his trunks down.

Meanwhile Collins, who had been contemplating the idea of ghost sex, noticed Roger was still fully clothed and was sitting by the edge of the deep end, dangling his bare feet into the water.

"Come on Rog!" Collins said as he swam over "We came here for a reason! No way can you bear the wrath of Mrs Cohen and not enjoy the reward!"

"Na, I don't even have trunks. Besides, its more fun to watch Mark and Benny attempting to fondle Mo and say it was an accident"

"Don't be a spoilsport!" Collins complained and before his friend could react he grabbed his legs and with one almighty heave, he pulled him into the pool-jeans and all- "No one argues with Tom Collins and wins!" he said with an evil laugh. "A lesson you should.." he trailed of, realising Roger hadn't come up for air yet

"Oh my God!" Maureen cried, breaking out of Benny's underwater headlock with gasping for breath "Rogers drowning!"