A/N Hey fanfiction readers out there! I want to warn everyone out there that is this sucks it's because it's not only my first Rent fanfiction story, it's my first fanfiction story ever! I'm really excited about it though! Feedback is gladly accepted!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent.
February 14, 1990. Valentine's Day
"Roger, thank you for taking me for a walk through Central Park, it was really amazing," Mimi whispered giving Roger a kiss on the cheek.
"Any time Meems," he told her before kissing her fully on the lips. She smiled into the kiss. Roger unwillingly broke away and opened the loft door. Mimi gasped in complete shock at what she saw.
The whole loft was filled with lighted candles and roses. She walked in slowly her hand covering her mouth in complete surprise. Her eyes flickered around the room taking everything in. Roger walked in behind her watching her reaction the whole time a smug smile on his face.
Mimi stopped in the middle of the room and turned back toward Roger. She pulled her hand away from her mouth revealing a bright smile. She flung herself into Roger and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back laughing slightly.
"Thank you, Roger. Everything's so beautiful," she told him breaking away for air.
"Your welcome. Come one," he said tugging her towards the door. "There's more," Mimi looked at him confused.
He laughed. "This is for later," he answered before taking her hand and pulling her up towards the roof. Once they reached the roof Mimi saw a blanket set up with a few candles and a basket of food. She turned to Roger and smiled at him kissing him for the third time that night.
"Thank you so much Roger! It's so, romantic!" Mimi squealed her eyes filling with love for the man before her.
Roger laughed. "Anything for you," he led her over to the blanket.
After finishing all the food the two young lovers lay on the blanket staring up at the stars. Mimi was pointing out all the stars that she found, which as actually a very tricky job to do in the New York sky.
After a couple more minutes Mimi sighed, "18,"
"What?" Roger turned his head to look at the small Latina.
"18 stars. That's how many I could find," Mimi explained turning her head towards his. He smiled at her.
"I love you, Mimi Marquez," he whispered to her. Her face lit up showing all her beauty.
"I love you, Roger Davis," she whispered back, leaning in and kissing him gently. The moment couldn't have been more perfect.
A/N Please, please, please, please review! I would love the feedback on my first story! Thanks for reading!