A/N: Yep, you guessed it, me, the one who basically only writes in cartoon fandoms has threaded into the Rent section. Well, this isn't the first Rent fic I've ever written, another one is on a Rent RPG site, which I really should continue. And yes, I know writing Rent kids fics are kinda unoriginal, but don't worry, I will try to make it original. (So, seriously, review and tell me if you think something I wrote may become cliché or something or the other) Oh, and Michelle Coffin is based on an online friend whose never seen Rent, and has only heard about it when I told her a little bit about it, once. But, hey, she's awesome and junk so she gets a character based on her. So, here is the list of the Rent kids:

Melissa Davis: Roger and Mimi's daughter; age 15

Morgan Davis: Roger and Mimi's daughter; age 15

Rob Jefferson-Johnson: Maureen and Joanne's son; age 16

Bill Collins: Collins' adopted son; age 14

Zack Cohen: Mark's son; age 6

Michelle Coffin: Benny and Allison's daughter; age 16

Ben Coffin: Benny and Allison's son; age 18

And just in case you were wondering, songs might be added, made up or other wise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent

Chapter 1: Meetings At The Life Café

"I'm hungry," said Michelle, lightly swinging on the swings.

"Hmm?" said Polly, as she flipped a page in her book, not really listing.

"I'm hungry," Michelle whined like a 6-year old child who wanted a cookie from her parents and bounced up and down on the swing, making the swing set jiggle lightly. She looked at her friend who was reading her book under a tree not paying attention to her at all. Michelle pouted, realizing her friend wasn't even listing to her and was still reading her stupid book about the stupid Wicked Witch Of The West. 'Why's she even reading that?' Michelle wondered, 'she already knows the ending, hell, EVERYONE knows the ending to the Wizard Of Oz, so, what's so interesting about reading a book where she knows exactly what will happen that she can't pay attention to her best friend?'

"Why are you even reading that anyway?" Michelle asked loudly, hoping to get Polly's attention, "It's the Wizard Of Oz, you already know what's going to happen."

Polly sighed in annoyance, and closed her book, since reading it was obviously out of the question at this point. She glared at Michelle, annoyed at her childishness and attention-wanting habits and not letting anyone get a moments peace. 'I think there's a 6-year old who wants their brain back somewhere,' Polly thought with an annoyed grumble. Couldn't Michelle just act her own age once in her life? All Polly wanted to do was read her book, but, would Michelle let her do that, no, because she wanted attention all the time, like some kind of child.

"First off," said Polly, in annoyance, "It's Wicked, not the Wizard Of Oz, and, you said if I came to the park with you, I could read my book."

"But I wasn't hungry then," Michelle said with a pout, "Now I'm hungry, and you know Ben doesn't like me going out on my own."

Polly sighed. Ben was Michelle's overly protective brother who thought Michelle would get abducted by aliens or something if she toke one step out of the apartment on her own. Polly groaned with annoyance. When she became Michelle's friend she didn't expect to become her little bodyguard, running around making sure nothing happened to her. But, Ben made sure she did just that. Ben was very good at making sure Michelle was guarded and protected like some caged bird. Making phone calls every once in a while, following them around sometimes when they didn't even realize it, and, Polly wouldn't be surprised if he had installed some hidden cameras all over New York City.

Polly stared at her friend, who was pouting and bouncing on the swing like a child. Polly sighed in wonder on how Michelle couldn't realize that she was a caged bird. A caged bird only let out to pee and sometimes let out if someone was with her. The thing that was frightening to Polly was if Michelle ever realized all she was a caged bird who was hardly allowed to do anything. It was a wonder she hasn't realized it now and hadn't tried to rebel pr something. To Polly's knowledge, she never had.

"I'll let you read if you go to the Life Café with me," said Michelle with a sigh, willing to compromise for food at this point, being very hungry.

"Hmm?" said Polly, lost in her train of thoughts.

"If you go to the Life Café with me, I'll let you read your book," said Michelle, hoping of the swings.

"Fine," said Polly with a sigh and sat up, with her book in her hands, "But remember, you promised I could read.

"YAY," said Michelle and clapped happily and did a happy little hop, "I knew you would. You're just a push-over that way," she said and laughed and nudged Polly lightly.

Polly rolled her eyes and sighed. "Let's go," she said.

So, they both walked together to the Life Café, talking as friends do, unaware that their lives were about to change for good.

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"Hey Melissa," said Morgan to her now zoned out sister, "Or you dead or something?"

"Hmm?" said Morgan, slowly chewing on a fry and staring at two girls who just walked in with a dazed looked.

Melissa sighed in annoyance. Her sister had never been so zoned out before, she actually was usually a very aware person, in fact, it was normally Melissa who was the zoned out one. "Well," she mumbled with a sigh, "Guess it's time to do to Morgan what she does to me in these situations. Melissa grabbed a nacho off her plate, making sure it had enough cheese on it and threw it at Morgan's face yelling, "Earth to Morgan!"

Melissa scratched her head in confusion as Morgan stayed in her zoned out state, not seeming to notice the nacho that was thrown at her, or the cheese that was now dripping down her cheek and on to her jeans.

"Here Melissa," said Bill, "Let me help."

Bill got out of his chair and walked behind to where Morgan was sitting. He then grinned michevisouly and stuck a finger in his mouth, making sure it was plenty wet. Melissa giggled, realizing what Bill was about to do. "Your not?" she said, still giggling.

"Oh," said Bill, "But I am."

"Morgan's going to kill you man," said Rob, eating his burger.

"I'll watch my back," said Bill, and, as Melissa banged her hand on the table, mocking a drum roll, he toke his slimy, slobbery finger into Morgan's ear. As he did, Melissa and Rob laughed and applauded as if Bill had done some big accomplishment.

"EW!" said Morgan and shrieked in disgust, "Bill what did you do!"

"And that's how you un-zoon a zoned out zombie," said Bill and bowed and said, "Thank you very much," as Rob and Melissa laughed and applauded Bill.

"You guys are gross!" said Morgan and stuck her finger in her ear and swished it around in an attempt to clean her ear.

"Hey," said Melissa, "it was the only way we could save you from becoming a zoned out zombie for life. Oh, by the way, you got something on your cheek."

Morgan blinked in confusion and rubbed her cheek. She then made a disgusted face as she felt cheese on her face.

"It was to good of a chance to pass," said Melissa, "Call it revenge for all the times I've zoned out and have sometimes gotten a spoonful of coffee thrown at my face."

"That's different," said Morgan, taking a napkin and wiping the cheese of, "Coffee isn't sticky or stain your jeans."

"Right," said Melissa," and rolled her eyes, "What were you staring at, anyway?"

"Her," said Morgan, a little embarrassed by the whole situation, and pointed to one of the girls that had just walked in.

Melissa followed her finger and said in confusion, "You mean her? Isn't that Michelle Coffin?"

"Not her," said Morgan, "The girl she's with."

"Oh," said Rob, "That's Polly Hunter, she's in my algebra class. If you want to, I can call her over if you like."

"Oh no," said Morgan, and blushed, suddenly embarrassed, "I don't think-"

"Oh come on Morgan," said Melissa, "It's no big deal, I mean she's just-" Then suddenly Melissa stopped as it clicked in her mind, "Wait, do you like her?"

"No, of course not," said Morgan quickly and looked away from Polly and blushed.

"Aw," said Rob, "Look at her, she's blushing. She does like her."

"No I don't." said Morgan, "And I'm not blushing, it's just………..um………..way to hot in here, yep, that's what it is."

"You know," said Rob, with a big grin, "You always were bad at lying." He then screamed out, "HEY POLLY! IT'S ME, ROB, FROM YOUR ALGREABA CLASS!"

Morgan gasped, "Rob, you didn't!" She instantly put her head in her hands in embarrassment as Polly and Michelle looked over at their table.

Rob grinned as Polly, along with Michelle, came over to the table.

"Hi," said Polly, looking a little confused.

"Hi!" said Michelle in a cheery voice and instantly sat down in the empty seat next to Rob, "I'm Michelle, what kind of food do you got?"

"Michelle," said Polly, "Be polite!"

"'What kind of food do you got?'," said Melissa, taking a bit out of a fry, "Man, that sounded wrong, I mean, it sounds like you want to have sex with Rob."

"Melissa!" said Rob and Morgan together in embarrassment.

Michelle burst out laughing and said to Rob, "Well, you are cute, I might-"

"MICHELLE!" Polly yelled, "Stop embarrassing them."

"Hey, Melissa did it!" said Michelle in defense and pouted, "Why don't you go read your dumb book?"

"Oh," said Melissa and nudged her sister playfully, "My sister here loves to read. That's almost all she does. She's just a little book worm."

"Melissa, shut-up!" said Morgan, completely embarrassed and sunk down a little in her seat."

"She's a little shy, though," said Melissa to Polly and she whispered to Morgan, "Just talk to her, say something. I mean, she seems nice."

Morgan sat up straighter in her seat and sighed. It was no use; her friends had set her up. She hated being set up, especially when it was people she thought were attractive. Morgan was terribly shy when it came to people she thought looked attractive. In reality, she could be outgoing and fun, when she wanted to be. Normally, she was the happiest sitting in the worn-out couch of the loft, reading.

"Um…" said Polly, obviously realizing the situation a bit and feeling awkward, "Maybe we should go……….." She turned to her friend and beckoned her with a, "Come on Michelle……….I think we should go-"

"But I don't want to!" Michelle whined in a way that made Rob wince. He could tell that see was whiny and immature right there…she whined at her friend like a 6-year old. It annoyed the heck out of him.

"Polly, you don't have to leave, this isn't your fault," said Bill, and then he said to Melissa, "Melissa, just let Morgan do what she wants. I think-"

"Bill," said Melissa, "I just think she should talk to Polly, I mean-"

"But, she's not going to, and I think that-"

"Ok," said Polly quickly and grabbed her friend's arm, "It was nice meting you, but I think we should really-"

"But, I'm hungry………." Michelle whined, "And I'm having fun."

Morgan surveyed all that was happening. Melissa was trying to set her up, Michelle was whining about not leaving, Polly wanted to leave, Rob was obviously getting pissed at Michelle, and Bill was trying to quiet Melissa, unsuccessfully She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Oh, why did she have to stare at Polly, anyway? Especially when she was shy and couldn't flirt for nothing? And why did Melissa have to try to set her up when she knew all this? It was all too much; this was all too much. It was too uncomfortable, too embarrassing. All she wanted to do now was go back to the loft and read to forget all of this.

"I have to go." Said Morgan quickly and ran outside to the loft. She really had to go, she couldn't take all this. It was too much to handle.

"Morgan!" said Melissa, "Wait!" Realizing that she probably went to far for her overly sensitive sister, she ran outside, but not before telling her friends, "You guys finish your meal, I'm going to get Morgan."

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Priscilla hurriedly ran across the streets, rubbing her arms against her shoulder. Every so often, she would pat her pants pocket to see if the smack was still there.

"Ok," she whispered to herself, "I have it with me, now to get home before mom finds out I'm missing-OUCH!" She yelled as she bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it!" she yelled, in her hurried and rushed state. All she wanted to do was get home before her mother got back from work.

"Sorry," the girl said, "I was just trying to catch my sister-" she paused for a moment, and Priscilla noticed her observing what seemed to be every part of her body in interest and what looked like slight confusion. Priscilla rolled her eyes and snorted with amusement.

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

"Um……….ya," the girl said, realizing what she was doing, "Sorry, it's just that you look kind of like my mother."

Priscilla smirked with amusement. "Haven't heard that line before." She said.

The girl giggled lightly. 'Cute laugh,' Priscilla observed.

"I'm not to pick you up," she assured, "But, you do look like my mother. Not exactly like her, but, your eyes and hair look like hers." She then studied Priscilla some more and said, "Well, your hair style looks like hers. Your hair's red, my mother's was brown."

"I see," said Priscilla and thought, 'She's kind of cute, maybe I should remember her.' She then remembered her smack and frowned. Her mom should be home any second. "SHIT! I have to go!" she said, and then said, "By the way, my name's Priscilla."

"I'm Melissa," the girl said.

Priscilla smiled and ran home as fast as she could, hoping her mother hadn't gotten home yet.

A/N: And that's chapter one. I really have nothing to say but R&R!