Hello lovelies. This is my first RENT fic, inspired by my undying love for Idina Menzel. I mean, how much awesome could one person be blessed with? It hardly seems fair to the rest of us. Not that the rest of the cast isn't totally cool too…but that's a whole other can of worms, as they say. So please, enjoy…and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the characters that haven't ever appeared in RENT.
Light streamed into the room, passing through the aging blinds as though they were transparent. Day was beginning in Alphabet City, and slowly but surely sunlight peaked in through the dirt-engrained windows. It lit up the room, showing the dirt and grime and the dust specks floating through the air at their own pace. Muffled groans sounded in the corner of the dingy squat, as the sunlight finally enveloped the whole room. Other shuffling noises joined in with the sound of pure agony.
"I do believe I just died inside." Said a female, raspy voice. From the corner, a small figure started to rouse, getting to her knees slowly. She suddenly pitched forward, dry heaving as the contents of her liquid dinner last night started to rise, she forced them down painfully, but it was like an acid was making its way down her chest.
"If only we were all so lucky, Scout." Said a definitely male voice from the other side of the room. "Go home chica, your mommy's waiting."
"My momma hates me." Said the younger voice happily, standing up shakily once the need to throw up passed. She walked along the wall carefully, stepping around empty beer bottles and God knows what else. She was scarily short in stature, barely five feet, this squat wasn't suitable a place for whatever young age she appeared to be. The sun still shone in, casting shadows on the wall, but the girl's features were cast in darkness.
"Hurry home, it's 8:30."
"Shit." Swore the small figure harshly, still making her way to the room's exit, "I'm late, and they're going to kill me." Slightly stumbling, she pulled open the door, letting sunlight fill the room. Groans came from every direction, and it looked like the remnants of a party that got out of hand.
"Hurry home." Was the last voice she heard, as 'Scout' half walked, half crawled down the street. It was too early for danger, too late for any fifteen year old to be dragging their selves home. What did I get myself into? She cursed silently, walking with her head down and shoulders high. A shaky hand reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a packet of smokes.
No, can't smell like that when I get home. She initially thought, but then laughed to herself, stopping in front of a store's window and gazing at her dishevelled appearance. An instinctive hand went up to her hair, where loose auburn curls were knotted and clumped together. Her pale complexion looked pastier than normal, and her face was unpleasantly scrunched out to keep out as much sunlight as possible. Her shirt, her new one mind you, was dirty and stained, and her tights had one huge run down the side.
Well, at least I still have my boots. She laughed out loud to the empty street; it was better than last time. She only hoped that last night was worth everything she'd have to go through today.
"Pooooookie."
The voice sounded distant, and it was accompanied by a light pressure on her chest. Slowly but surely, sunlight filled the simple yet tastefully decorated room, and Joanne Jefferson returned from her dream world.
The voice over her cackled slightly, leaning down so soft hair tickled Joanne's face. "I was wondering how long it would take to get you up." Tender lips met Joanne's, and she smiled into the somewhat chaste kiss.
"Maureen, you know I have a meeting today with an important client." Joanne murmured, moving deft hands over her lover's body and under her shirt. How simple it would be throw everything to the wind and indulge in her pleasures. Unfortunately, that's not what kept the paychecks rolling in.
Maureen laughed happily again, this time a bit louder and more boisterous. She was pleased, "It's ok, I woke you up early." Joanne barely had time to conceal a smile before she turned the tables and rolled over to be on top of her lover.
"You woke me up early?" She murmured, nuzzling Maureen's neck and planting small kisses along her collarbone. "But you know how much I need my beauty sleep." She let a free hand wander over her lover's body before it rested on her left breast.
" Are you going to punish me then, Ms Harvard Lawyer?" Maureen chocked out while sensations washed over her in waves of pleasure, she tugged at Joanne's pyjama top and the roaming hands paused to allowed it over her head.
"Depends how you define the word." Joanne kissed her way down Maureen's stomach and pushed the thin fabric of panties aside. Happily, she started to give her lover a great start to the day as Maureen's soft moans filled the apartment.
"Aw crap." Said Scout softly; she was around half way home, or to the sad little apartment owned by her adopted parents that she spent less than half of her time in. The nauseous feeling in her stomach was quickly becoming unbearable, and she could hold down her liquid dinner no longer. Luckily, the street was mostly deserted and she made a quick getaway down a dead end alley.
It was burning her stomach, and her heart, and her throat. As her body expelled the wicked alcohol leftovers, Scout winced at the horrible taste bile left in her mouth. She was left gasping for breath at the end of her purging session. She quickly stumbled away and pressed up against the cool concrete. She was exhausted and her body temperature was thrown completely out of wack.
This is what you get for a night of partying, she quietly berated herself. And look! You can't even remember most of it. She groaned, as quick flashes of the night before appeared from her memory. The drinking, smoking…more drinking.
"I am going to die a very young person." She grumbled, finally standing up on very shaky legs. She took a few steps to measure how she could hold out and then continued down the alley, wiping her mouth and spiting to the side.
As she continued walking down the street, shopkeepers had appeared to open stores and the homeless on benches and sidewalks began to rouse.
"A bit early to be out, eh lovely?" Someone called out. Scout looked towards the voice and shuddered involuntarily at the black gummed, dirty man that was calling out to her. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively and continued walking, auburn head down and shoulders still remaining high.
" I'm just saying that the young 'uns should stay inside, is all." She continued walking.
I'm not young, she thought. That's a term for the innocent, a term that I gave up long ago. I'm fifteen now, only four feet and eleven inches, but fifteen years old nonetheless.
She twirled once in the streets and shivered against the cold, it was time to return to her hopefully empty apartment.
Yes, that was slow I realize, but I needed to start somewhere right? Please review! It would make me very happy as I try to plan the rest of this story out.