(FYI: this is weird and based on our own rent family. There's a long story behind all of this, which I'll share with you if you really wanna know, but for now, just go with it. The pairings are like this for a reason. Just read and comment. Thanks!)

Title: Back to School (subject to change, bear with us.)
Author: J-fizz and Ms. Friz (aka bronzinit and discoapocalypse)
Feedback: is better than Anthony Rapp naked. Well... not quite. But it is still appreciated.
Pairing: Right now, just Mark/Maureen and implied Mimi/Roger
Word Count: 2,597
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Humor
Summary: It's the gang's senior year in high school... sorta. Mark and Maureen are dating, Roger's a badass, Mimi's a whore, Angel's the new kid, Joanne's the nerd, Benny is vice-principal and Collns is a new lab aide. What will happen next?
Notes: Beware... this is inspired by our own crazy Rent family and hence, is more than a little out of character. This twisted idea hit us a few days ago and well, we couldn't help ourselves. So, keep that in mind while reading and be kind. We are fragile young girls and mean things hurt our feelings. :)
Special Thanks: To our Rent family (except for Jordan... Benny): Collins (Tom), Mark (Matt), Mimi (Katie), Joanne (Chels), and especially our Roger (Caity) for inspiring us to do this in the first place.
Spoilers: Uh... Angel's a cross dresser? It's kinda implied.
Warnings: Uh... Mimi's a whore? Teacher/student sex implied and very very strange pairings.
Disclaimer: Not ours. It's Jonathan's. Although Ms. Foley and Ms. Reid are real, very awesome people, we don't own them either. Bah.

Maureen sighed. Another first day of school… the only thing different was this would be her last. She was a senior… finally! A small yawn escaped her lips as she wandered into auditorium. Seeing no familiar faces, she plopped down in an empty chair in the front row, waiting for class to start. A loud rapping sounded on the window on her left and looking over Maureen saw Mark squished up against it, waving vigorously. She rolled her eyes and waved back, subtly slinking further down into her seat. It was only the first day and already he was driving her nuts. Mark was so clingy and needy and smothering. She wasn't sure how much longer that'd be going on. It was fine this summer. Mark wasn't following her everywhere. But now, she couldn't escape him. She needed some air.

A few other kids wandered into the room, Maureen recognized most of them, except for one: a young boy with big brown eyes and a very cute smile. New kid… she thought. Wonder who he is…

Angel finally lifted his head from his recently acquired school map. The door in front of him was marked, in large letters, 'auditorium.' "Gracias, Dios," he muttered. First day, senior year and here he was starting at a whole new school. The slight Latino shrugged and pushed the door open. A crowd of students pushed from behind him, going through the small doorway before he even had a chance.

Once the throng of bodies had cleared the door, Angel hitched up his leather backpack and entered the auditorium. Despite the situation, he felt a smile blooming on his lips. Something about artistic spaces, be it theaters, galleries or studios had a positive effect on his mood. He looked around the room, trying to size up who would be best to sit with. After all, he didn't know anyone, but he was hoping to remedy that soon. His gaze fell on a pretty, dark-haired girl who was staring in his direction. Angel waved slightly and bounced over to the seat next to her. "Hi, I'm Angel. Do you mind if I sit here?"

Thomas Collins, computer genius and vagabond anarchist, grudgingly walked into a place he never thought he'd see again: high school. Even though it wasn't his alma mater, the school was already giving him the creeps. He rolled his eyes as he passed the typical rocker-punk kids: a skinny guy with shaggy, bleach-blond hair strumming a guitar. Another blond kid was sitting near him, an ancient camera at his eye. A girl sat with them as well, her large chest barely covered by the low-cut tank she was wearing. Collins shook his head and pushed into the office.

An aging secretary greeted him, shoving a multitude of papers into his hands. Collins signed document after document. Apparently being a computer lab aide was more complicated than he thought. His hand was aching by the time he signed the final paper. He was given another packet and an assurance that his 'student guide' would be there shortly. Collins politely thanked the secretary and sat on a bench to wait. By then, the rocker blond had entered the office and was sitting on the bench next to Collins. He nodded his head in a sort of greeting. The anarchist was about to introduce himself when the skinny camera guy burst into the office.

"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Foley, I had to walk Maureen to class," he said in a sweet voice. The secretary waved him towards Collins. He paused when he saw the guitarist. "First day and you're already in the office, Rog?" The other boy shrugged.

Rolling his eyes, the blond kid held out his hand to Collins. "Hi, Mr. Collins, right? I'm Mark Cohen."

Collins shook his hand, a little taken aback at the clear blue of the boy's eyes. "Hey, Mark. It's just Collins."

"All right… Collins. Come on, I'll show you around." Collins got up, securing his backpack on his shoulder. Roger shot a shit-eating grin at the man, giving him a rock-on hand sign before the office door closed. The new computer aide shook his head disbelievingly. He could tell that he was in for quite a ride.

Maureen smiled warmly as the young boy walked over to where she was sitting. She nodded in response to his question and patted the empty seat beside her. "I'm Maureen," she grinned. "Maureen Johnson. You must be new around here." She glanced down at the map he held in his hands and gently pried it from his fingers. "Jeez, this is confusing. I'm surprised you found your way here." She squinted as her eyes darted over the outline of the school. She attempted to fold the map but was less than successful, so instead she made new fold marks and handed the slightly crumpled piece of paper back to Angel. "Sorry," she said, chewing on her bottom lip. "So we have drama together. Drama's my favorite subject. I'm going to be a famous actress once I get out of here. What about you?" Maureen dug around in her pocket as she waited for a response. "Hey, can I see your schedule?" she asked, getting off topic.

"Mr. Davis."
"Ms. Foley."
"First day of school and you're already in trouble, hon."
The blond rocker shrugged as he removed his guitar from across his knees and set it on the empty bench beside him. "Come on, everyone does it."
"That doesn't make it right," she replied, adjusting her glasses. "Mr. Coffin would like to see you."
Roger groaned as he slid his calloused fingers through his hair. "Good ol' Benny boy," he sighed. He stuffed his notebook back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he stood up. "Well, lead the way."

God, he's so cute… Joanne Jefferson peered through the last set of windows into the main office to see Roger Davis picking up his guitar and scuffing towards the principal's office. She sighed dreamily as he smiled at the receptionist. His smile made her go weak in the knees. She tensed up as he glanced back over his shoulder and caught her staring. She quickly scurried away from the window and dashed back to class. All the way she hummed happily to herself, skipping as she went. First block, history. Unlike many seniors at school who tried to take the easy way out, Joanne had crammed her schedule full of classes, taking everything she could get her hands on. She was going to go to Harvard next year and no one was going to tell her other wise. But right now, all she was thinking about was a certain trouble making rock star who had a gig Friday night. She'd be there, as long as the gang was going, too.

Mark's face was turning pink by the time he reached the computer lab. The boy may have been skinny, but athletic he was not. Hence, the double flight of stairs he had to trudge up was something he was not used to. He unwound the ever-present blue and white scarf from his neck and chanced a glance behind him. The new teacher aide seemed unfazed by the exertion of climbing the stairs. He was waiting for Mark to open the door, eyeing the filmmaker strangely. Mark found his face getting hotter under the man's gaze.

In an effort to make himself stop blushing, Mark cleared his throat, adjusted the grip on his camera bag and opened the door into the computer lab. "So –"

"Mr. Collins!" The computer teacher rushed over and, for lack of better words, whisked Collins away. The black man managed a wave to Mark along with mouthing 'Thanks!' before he was dragged away. Mark felt an inexplicable disappointment at this revelation. Sighing, he turned and left the computer lab, heading for the dreaded stairs. He had Spanish first period. His teacher was already pissed that he was late for an excused reason. Slowly, he started down the stairs, prepping himself to get through the day. At least he would see Collins during fourth period when he had computer tech.

Angel dug around in his bag. Somehow his schedule had already gotten shoved to the bottom. He managed to locate the slip of paper. Luckily, it had only ripped in one spot, though there was something red on one of the corners – shit. Angel handed the schedule to Maureen and started rooting in his bag again. He took out his binder, careful to keep the front hidden, and located the thing he was trying to find. He quickly slipped the cap onto his lipstick and shoved it back in, along with his rainbow decorated binder. He was about to start asking Maureen about her schedule when the drama teacher flew in, her auburn hair streaming out behind her. She apologized for being late, taking a gulp of her tea before starting a talk about the class. Angel tried to pay attention as well as he could. Ten minutes into the day and he was already being distracted by someone… and a girl, no less. Worse things had happened.

Mimi lounged outside the office, waiting for Roger to come out. It was only the first day and she already wanted to skip. A slim cigarette dangled from her fingers. She exhaled, the puff of gray smoke clouding around her pretty face. A feline-like smile curled onto her lips when she caught a group of freshman boys staring at her. Their eyes practically bugged out when she leaned forward, exposing more of her ample chest. A bell rang, and they scattered to get to class. Mimi chuckled. Lazily, she took another drag of her cigarette, leaned back against the railing and closed her eyes. Where the hell was Roger?

"Miss Marquez." Mimi blinked for a moment before she recognized the figure standing over her.

"Mr. Coffin. It's a pleasure seeing you as well," she purred, dropping the smoke and grinding it out. The vice-principal beckoned her into the office. Mimi stood in a way that could only be described as slinking and strutted towards him. She winked at Roger as she passed him, not noticing the way he rolled his eyes. As soon as the door shut behind her, Mimi sat down and crossed her legs, exposing most of her mocha skin. As expected, Coffin's eyes lingered on the bare appendages. Mimi grinned. This wouldn't be a hard year after all.

Maureen grabbed the piece of paper from Angel, watching her friend dig around in his bag out of the corner of her eye. She wiped absent-mindedly at the glob of red at the top of the paper as she flattened it on her knee. Wiping the red onto her jeans, she scanned the schedule, smiling happily. "Ang, we have chorus together next block," she pointed out, tapping the boy's shoulder. "You'll get to meet Mark and Roger. They have chorus, too. Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!"

"Welcome to theatre," the woman said calmly as she stood in front of the stage. "I'm Ms. Reid, the drama teacher and this is drama 101."

Maureen knew the teacher; she'd been in a number of school productions over the years. And she also knew what the class entailed, so Maureen continued comparing schedules while the teacher talked. She asked the class to break into small groups or partners and pick a dramatic scene to perform. Maureen grabbed onto Angel's arm. "Wanna be my partner?" she asked hopefully.

Roger slunk out of the office, guitar in hand as well as a pink slip of paper demanding he stay after school tomorrow for detention. Roger crumpled the piece of paper and jammed it deep into the pockets of his ripped jeans. He rolled his eyes as Mimi followed Mr. Coffin into his office wearing her scantily clad outfit, a great deal of her chest popping out. Roger's eyes lingered momentarily, but he shrugged it off and continued walking. Mimi was nice and she was very friendly with him (if you know what I mean) but Roger wasn't sure he wanted that. Everyone thought he did; he was a rocker and all rockers had girlfriends. All rockers dreamed of having girlfriends like Mimi Marquez, but not Roger. Friends was about as far as he was gonna go with her. He shuffled down the hallway, digging around in his other pocket for his schedule. Ugg, History. Roger thought about ditching and he came awful close, too, until he saw Mark on his way to Spanish.

"Rog, go to class," Mark ordered. "You don't need another detention."
"Yeah, yeah," Roger sulked. "See ya later."

He grudgingly entered his first block class, taking a seat near the back and promptly put his head down on the desk and fell asleep.

Joanne felt her heart pound when she saw Roger Davis enter. He slouched to the back of the room, past her desk and to the one behind her. She heard a dull thunk and assumed that it was Roger's head on the desk. The guitarist was infamous for sleeping through his entire day and still managing to get passing grades in classes. Joanne found herself dying to turn around and run her fingers through that shaggy hair. As it was, she was nearly intoxicated by the smell of cigarette smoke, cologne and aftershave coming from the boy behind her.

The harsh sound of the bell jolted her to her senses. She hurriedly pulled out her notebook, pencil case and glasses. Her ears perked up as the teacher started taking attendance. Joanne flipped to the red tab in her notebook, the neatly lined white paper already headed with the name of the class. She took in one more deep breath, inhaling the smell of the rocker before she started taking notes, the teacher's voice only interrupted by soft snores.

Angel grinned over at Maureen. "Sure," he replied, reaching up and taking her hand. He led her over to an empty part of the auditorium. All of the other students had gotten into groups of two or three and were poring over books. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

"Well, I kinda was hoping to do one of the classics, like Shakespeare, that kinda shit, you know?" She held up a worn book of Shakespeare scenes. "Then maybe we could shake it up a little, make it our own?" A hopeful smile lit her face, and Angel found himself strangely drawn to the twinkle in her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan," he agreed. Suddenly, he stood up, flinging his arms out dramatically. "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun…" Angel knelt by Maureen. He found it absurdly easy to be Romeo to her Juliet.

Maureen was giggling in her chair by the time Angel was done with his outburst. She applauded lightly. Angel bowed low, putting a mock-serious look on his face. Well, if the first class was anything to judge by, then Angel wouldn't have any problems making friends here. He could only hope.