A/N: Here is my very first Rent story. ANGEL LIVES! And here we go!
"MY SCARF! COME BACK!" Now if Roger Davis had heard this from a complete stranger he would have given them a one-way trip to the loony-bin. Sadly though, he did know this lunatic. He went to the window to find his roommate, Mark Cohen running down Avenue B chasing his blue and white scarf. What happened next went down in the Bohemian's history as the best moment of his life. They helped Mark get his scarf.
A brunette came sprinting up, obviously on a run. She saw Mark running after his scarf and felt compassion for him. She ran faster than him(which is surprising considering that Mark is as small as a stick but could still run fast) and as the scarf came down in a down breeze she caught it in her larger hand. She brushed some of the dust off of it before turning to Mark and wrapping it around his neck. She patted his chest before beginning to sprint off. Mark stood in awe for a moment before someone(coughRogercough) threw a heavy book at him and hit his back. "OW!" The girl turned again before shaking her head in frustration and beginning to sprint again. Mark threw himself out of his amazed shock before sprinting after her. "Hey! Girl! Wait up!" He yelled. The girl stopped before turning and looking at a sweaty Mark. "Woman, you run fast."
"That's sort of the point." The girl said as she plucked at her red track suit. Mark didn't like the turn this conversation had taken.
"Hi I'm Mark." Mark said, trying to restart the conversation. The girl sighed(quite cutely Mark had to add) before also restarting the conversation.
"Hi I'm Delevonta. Most people call me Del because if you call me Delevonta you die."
"That is a good reason." Mark said. Del smiled before looking at the fallen book. She reached down and dusted it off before looking at the open window that Roger was staring out of not-so-subtly. "HEY! GUY WHO TRIED TO KILL MARK! GET YOUR A** DOWN HERE!" Mark's mouth popped open. He desperately tried to keep in the laughs that over took him. Mimi came down and looked ready to kill Del. Del stood her ground, surprising Mark and Mimi. Del's sky eyes bored into Mimi. Even though she wore thick-rimmed glasses that actually highlighted her eyes, she looked all the more intimidating. Mimi stopped in her tracks. "ROGER GET DOWN HERE!" Mimi yelled. Roger rushed down and soon met Del. "Hi, I'm Roger." Roger said.
"Delevonta. But most people call me Del, because if you call me Delevonta you die." She said.
"Cool. So you've met Marky!" Roger exclaimed as he pulled his friend into a headlock. Mark attempted to get some of his dignity back after Roger was done messing up his hair.
"This is my idiot of a roommate, Roger." Mark said with a cheeky grin. Roger pushed Mark back but Mark easily caught himself before he fell onto the concrete below. Then they heard the tell-tale sound of heels on the concrete. All three of them turned to see Angel and Collins coming towards them. Del's mouth fell open when she saw Angel. "Angel?" She asked. Angel looked up at the sound of her name.
"Del?"
"NO WAY!" The two ran towards the other before hugging the other tightly.
"What are you doing here?" Angel asked her long-lost friend.
"I moved here. Avenue C." Del told her. Collins slowly moved his way over to the guy's side of the street.
"Do you have any idea who that is?" He asked the other men.
"That is Del. Full name Delevonta." Roger said.
"But…" Del started.
"You call her that you die." Mark finished by accident. Del looked to Mark in surprise. "Oh sorry. Didn't mean to…"
"Finish your sentence." Del finished. The two looked away from the other and blushed. Angel got a look on her face that only meant one thing: Matchmaking time. She quickly went up to Del and put a friendly arm around her. "So Del, what have you been up too since high school."
"Well I went Santa Fe for a while. Was a waitress at one of the best restaurants ever! Then I came to NYC to try and get some of my photos in a book." She told her.
"You're a photographer?" Mark asked as he caught up to the girls, leaving the boys in the dust.
"Yeah. I mess with nature shots and other things." Del told him.
"Well what a coincidence. Mark here is a filmmaker." Angel said.
"Really?" Del asked.
"Yeah, I film almost every thing. I mostly just film my friends and things that other people just don't notice." Angel slowly snuck away from the two as she made her way back to Collins. The two didn't even notice as they walked back towards the loft. Mark, being a gentlemen, opened the door for Del but forgot his other friends were with them. The door slammed shut on the others as Mark went through. After several choice swear words directed at Mark the rest of the Bohemians went through. One thing was certain in all the Bohemians mind.
Their Marky was in love.
End Chapter. Tell me what you think. I tried desperately not to make Del a Mary-Sue and please be honest if she looked like one. Also. Reviews are like Mark's scarf! Awesome!