Hey! So yeah more Rent fanfiction! Enjoy! Sorry I'm terrible at spelling. :P

Rent and all characters of course are J-Lar's

Mark's POV

Ch 1: Mark, Meet Roger

"September 6th, 1985, 8am Eastern Standard Time. The start of my senior year at Scarsdale Senior High School." I pan across the school yard and watch all of the students slowly make their way into the school's front doors. I zoom in on the banner that hangs above the school, billowing proudly in the breeze. 'SCARSDALE SENIOR HIGH: EXCELLENCE IN ACADEMICS SINCE 1924' it reads. I continue to narrate, "I can't believe it's my senior year. It seems like just last year I was a scrawny eighth grader recieveing this camera for the first time. Not that I'm not still scrawny." I turn the camera on myself, in evidence of how scrawny I am. I'm 17 years old and barely scrape 130 pounds. I chuckle softly and shut off the camera, tucking it under my arm.

I hear soft footsteps behind me and an excited girlish squeal, quickly followed by shushing. I brace myself, anticipating what I know is coming next. Slight, smoothe, feminine hands go over my eyes and I hear another tinkling giggle.

"Guess who, Marky." I grab Maureen's wrists and spin around to face her. I pull her into me for a quick kiss. There are whoops and hollers of approval from my friends as we pull away.

"Mmmm, you were waiting all summer for that one weren't you?" Maureen purrs slyly, smiling at me and inching her hand downword from around my neck until it's dangerously close to my inner-thigh. My knees feel weak and a slight gasp excapes my lips. She smirks knowing how much this teases me. I grin goofily at her.

She moves her hand again and I swear I might faint. Luckily I'm engulfed in a huge hug from Collins. "How was your summer Marky? Did you miss me Marky?" he teases me in a girlish immitation.

"Ass," I say pushing him off of me. He just laughs and makes kissy faces at me .

"Mark!" Angel squeals, hugging me next. "How was your summer?" she asks.

I open my mouth to tell her that it was good, but Maureen interrupts me with another kiss. "Could you all stop smothering my boyfriend?" she whines, "I haven't seen him all summer either!" She gives me a look that makes me blush.

The bell rings and we start to make our way to the front door. Maureen hooks my arm in hers, "So you know I went to Rhode Island with Lisa this summer right?" I nod. "Oh it was wonderful we met so many people there! I made an entire new group of girlfriends-!" She stops abruptly, blushing bright red. "Well you know not girlfriends like dates but like friends friends. That completely came out wrong. No wonder people call me slut sometimes. Oh Marky, you trust me right? I didn't mean it like that! I would never be unfaithful to you-"

"Maureen," I stop her. "I trust you, of course I trust you. I didn't think you meant anything but friends." Her immediate defense of her self concerns me a little. Start to get that feeling in my gut again. You need to watch your back Mark, it tells me. But I shrug it off like I always do. Sometimes you just can't be sure with Maureen.

She continues unfazed, "We went partying almost every night! It was so much fun! Did you know that most of the clubs in Rhode Island don't check for ID? Crazy, right? Well, I mean good for us so that we could get in but it's still so irresponsible of them but then again when do I ever care about responsability?" She babble's incoherently as I smile. Her ability to talk and talk for hours without any regards to anyone around her has always been humoursly annoying. I find that if you tune out of the conversation, she won't even notice.

I see something move out of the corner of my eye. That's when I notice him for the first time. A tall, stocky, boy that looks to be our age. He has dirty blonde hair that falls roughly to his shoulders. His leather jacket is pulled over a vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt and he wears tight red and black plaid pants. I hear Collins stop his conversation with Angel as he walks over to the boy. They shake hands and give each other a hug. Who the heck-

"Marky!" my thought is interrupted by Maureen. "Are you even listening, pookie?" she whimpers pouting her lips.

"Yeah. Yeah of course I am, baby." I assure her, and the chatter resumes in my ear. I steal one last glance at the boy, who is now walking side-by-side with Collins and Angel, before Maureen pulls me into the building.

Minutes later I am seated in my homeroom class. I sit in the back of the room and watch students hug one another and squeal excitedly. None of my friends are in my homeroom so I just relax and watch the celebrations unfold before me. The bell rings signaling the start of class. Everyone quickly jumps to their seats as the teacher enters the room. She writes her name on the board then starts to lecture us on something. I take out my camera and film her and the rest of the class. I whisper into my camera, "8:15am, homeroom. Bored out of my mind and already wondering when lunch is."

Suddenly our principal bursts through the door. She brushes past my teacher and takes a place at the podium that sits in the center of the room. After waiting a few seconds she clears her throat and begins to speak. "Good morning seniors!" she chirps. There are a few muffled responses. Unfazed she continues, "I just wanted to inform you that we are placing a new student in your homeroom class." This gets a more enthusiastic response. "I want all of you to be respectful and accepting okay? No shenanigans." She eyes us suspiciously before beckoning towards the door. The class babbles excitedly.

I look down at my camera to make sure it's still rolling. The door squeaks and the room goes completely silent. I look up and find myself staring into the face of the unknown boy from outside. Our class is still as stone accept for a few slight gasps. "Class this is Roger Davis." says our principal. "Roger, meet your homeroom class."

Roger blushes slightly and I get my first real look at his face. He's pretty good looking with a thin face and full lips. I can see that he has his left ear pierced with one black stud. His big jade green eyes stare uncomfortably at the floor.

The principal exits the room. "Take any seat Roger," our teacher instructs. The only empty seat is the one to my right, of course. He strides across the room and plops down next to me, studying me for a second before giving me a small, cautious smile. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.

First period is Science. I enter the room to find that, yet again, I have no friends in my class. Sitting near the back of the room I await the late bell for class. Just as the bell rings Roger enters the class, prompting another hushed silence from my classmates. Surprise, surprise. According to my teacher we're assigned lab partners in alphabetical order, and of course I'm paired up with Roger. Davis comes right after Cohen on the class list apparently. Great. Turns out that Roger is also in my second and fourth period class. At least he doesn't try to talk to me. I get a break from him in third period gym, where Angel joins me. The rest of the morning goes by in a blur. I've never been happier about lunchtime. I take my seat at our usual table near the back and await the arrival of Maureen, Collins, Angel and anyone else that is misplaced by cafeteria overflow. I'm usually not that into lunchtime gossip around me but I hear Roger's name come up at the table behind me and tune in. It's a conversation between three juniors that I know from home ec last year named Jake, Allison, and Christopher.

"Yeah, that kid. He's in my homeroom." Allison says.

"I heard he got kicked out of his old school for being a fag," Jake whispers.

"Nah, he can't be a fag," Chris counters, "didn't you hear Tyler say he was arrested for killing his girlfriend?"

"No, no," Allison replies, "I heard she killed herself."

"Whatever," Chris says rolling his eyes.

"I also heard his parents kicked him out when he started doing drugs," Jake says.

"Linda told me he's clean now though, evidently he just got out of rehab," Allison states.

My mind is racing. It's gotta be bullshit. It can't be true, Collins wouldn't hang out with anyone like that, would he? "Mark!" I hear Angel's voice snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn to see her and another girl running towards me. They sit down across from me. "Mark this is Mimi," Angel gestures to the girl, "she'll be dining with us."

"Hi!" Mimi says shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I tell Mimi.

"You too," she replies standing up, "Angel chica, I'm getting soda, you want any?"

Angel passes and Mimi walks away. "So how's your day been Mark?" Angel asks.

"Great! Apparently my lab partner is a gay, murderous, junkie!" I mutter sarcastically.

"What?" Angel says, not understanding me.

"Nothing," I reply. "So tell me about Mimi."

"Mimi's in my English class." Angel explains. "She's the best!" She begins to recount how she and Mimi met as I dig into my sandwich. I can't stop thinking about the details of the conversation that I just overheard. I smile and nod enthusiastically as Angel talks, although my mind is elsewhere. "Oh there they are!" Angel interrupts herself. I turn and see Collins, Maureen, and- gulp- Roger coming our way. I can't seem to shake him today.

Collins makes his way across the table and pecks Angel on the cheek, making her blush. I do the same to Maureen as she sits on my right. Roger unexpectedly sits to my left. I turn to him and he gives me another one of those hesitant grins. Mimi comes back to the table and Angel introduces her to everyone else. With that we all chow down on our lunches.

Collins finally takes a break from eating and says, "I almost forgot! Everyone, this is Roger. Roger, you've met Maureen, but this is Mark and Angel."

"Hey," Roger turns first to Angel then me. His voice is deep and rough. "Mark and I have the same first period," he tells Collins.

"And every other morning class too!" I say sarcastically to myself. My left side feels way to vulnerable next to him.

"Roger and I met at our summer job at the car wash," Collins continues. "He's staying with me until he gets a couple things...um... sorted out." My mind wanders back to the conversation between Allison, Jake, and Chris. Roger stares at his food shyly. An extremely tense and awkward silence follows, all of us looking from our food to one another.

"So Collins," Maureen breaks the silence, typical, "I was thinking about planning a protest to persuade the student body to let gay couples into prom-" she stutters glancing quickly at me, "y-you know...for a friend." She begins to describe an insane sounding protest that had something to do with a cowbell and a moon made out of old machine part. Suddenly my left side feels vulnerable and I become exceedingly aware of the body next to me. I turn my head to find Roger's eyes trained on me. Jade connects with blue for split second.

"I um..." Roger begins. He shakes his gaze from mine and continues trying to make conversation. "So um, science class seems pretty okay, right?"

"Yeah I guess," I agree halfheartedly. My hand falls asleep so I lift it off the table to shake it off.

He senses my uneasiness. "Mark..." he starts slowly. I place my hand uneasily back onto the table, numb feeling gone. It makes contact with something warm. Roger's hand. We stay like that, frozen awkwardly hands on top of eachother. He blushes deep crimson red and pulls his hand away, standing up suddenly. Maureen stops chatting and she and everyone else stare at him. "I-I have to go to my locker," he stammers and turns to leave the cafeteria. And for a few long seconds, my hand feels numb again.

Haha like how I incorperated the protest and Mimi and Marks introduction of "she'll be dining with us." I'm such a renthead! Working on more pf the story now. Actually I added some more detail to this sooo um hope you enjoy the new stuff and I'm also making the chapter "Dumped" chapter three so I can add in a chapter 2 with some more stuff I want to happen. Sorry for all the edits and junk, if theres anyone there please r&r sorry again...