Author's Note: Hello, peoples. This going to be my first multi-chaptered fic! It's a high school fic and takes place in 1985. I know all the bohos are different ages, but too bad. In this fic, they're all sophomores. The pairing are eventual Mark/Maureen, eventual Roger/Mimi, eventual Collins/Angel, Roger/April, Benny/Alison, and it's gonna be really heavy on Mimi/Maureen FRIENDSHIP. I may make Joanne in it, but if so, she won't be with anyone. She'll just be…there. Anywho, I'm gonna write this chappie and if I get at least two reviews from someone other than my friends, then I will continue it and not delete it. Anywho, read, enjoy, and review!

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson owns all.

A Hispanic girl who was about 5'6" with long, curly, brown hair and big brown eyes looked at herself in the mirror. (A/N: I know Rosario Dawson's 5'7" and Daphne Rubin-Vega's 5'2", but I just decided to make Mimi 5'6", so yeah. Use your imagination.) She wasn't exactly fat, but she wasn't exactly thin and it still bothered her. She wanted so badly to get the role of Velma in Scarsdale High School's production of "Chicago", it killed her. But she knew that, as usual, the role would go to her best friend Maureen Johnson. Both Mimi and Maureen performed. Mimi had been dancing since she was five and had taken numerous acting classes; however, Maureen always seemed to get all of the attention. Maureen had never had a dancing lesson or an acting class, but regularly took singing lessons and was certainly Scarsdale High's shining star. She got the lead in every production and was known to be the best performer in the school. Mimi personally thought one of the reasons was because Maureen was prettier. She was thinner, more well-liked, and all around prettier. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. She didn't hate Maureen. She was her best friend, but she just wanted to be better than her once. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of her name being called.

"Mimi Marquez!"

"Good luck", Maureen whispered in her friend's ear as Mimi stood from her chair and entered her school's theater.

"What part are you auditioning for?"

"Velma Kelly", Mimi responded.

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Mimi exited the theater, feeling relatively confident. The judges seemed pleased with her and she didn't mess up her monologue or song once. When she got out, she found Angel, her other best friend, standing with Maureen. Maureen was dressed in black skinny leg pants, heeled black boots, and a tank top, while Angel stood dressed in jeans and a white wife beater.

"Mimi! Chica! How'd it go?" Angel exclaimed.

Mimi hugged Angel and replied saying, "I think it went pretty well!"

"I totally blew it!" Maureen exclaimed with a hint of disappointed, "I mean, what idiot had the idea of making auditions before school? I practically fell asleep halfway through my song."

"What'd you audition with?" questioned Angel.

"Adelaide's Lament from 'Guys and Dolls'", Maureen informed.

"Well, we better get to first period guys", Mimi reminded her friends.

"Ick. Meems, we have history", Angel reminded her.

"Yeah, I better get to Biology", Maureen sadly stated, "See you guys in third period!"

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Maureen entered biology and sat down next to her friend Tom Collins, who was wearing an oversized coat and his signature beanie that Maureen had given him two Christmases ago.

"Hey, Mo! How'd auditions go?" Collins inquired.

"Good, I think. I auditioned for the role of Velma", Maureen informed her friend.

"Did Mimi audition for the same thing?" Collins questioned.

"Yeah", Maureen mumbled. Maureen knew Mimi really wanted the role and that she never got as much credit as her, but she really wanted that role too. She felt bad for Mimi sometimes, since she always lived in her shadow, but oh well. She chose to remove all thoughts of the play from her head. She turned to see Mark Cohen sitting down next to her. Mark was a scrawny Jewish boy who was about 5'8" and wore glasses, as well as a striped wool scarf. He was yet another member of their group of friends.

"Hey, Marky!" Maureen squealed throwing her arms around him, while Mark visibly blushed. Mark had had a huge crush on Maureen ever since the third grade, but Maureen didn't know it, nor did anyone else. He was shocked they weren't onto him.

As Maureen hugged Mark she felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach. She had been friends with Mark since kindergarten and that was all. But lately, she'd been feeling differently about him. But she couldn't like Mark. She just couldn't. She couldn't ruin their friendship like that.

"Attention class!", the teacher's voice boomed, awakening Maureen from her thoughts.

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Mimi and Angel unenthusiastically entered American history and took their seats next to each other in the back of the classroom next to their friend Benny. Benny was 5'10". He was African-American and had chocolate colored brown eyes, similar to Mimi's.

"Attention, class!" their teacher, Mrs. Fredericton, shouted, "It has come to my attention that this class clearly can not handle having free seating. You chatter incessantly and are clearly learning nothing; therefore, you will all be getting assigned seats."

The class groaned in response.

"Coffin, Benjamin, you will placed in that seat next to Grey, Allison" Mrs. Fredericton boomed.

Angel and Mimi gave Benny a look of pity as he glumly took his place next to Alison Grey. Alison was 5'8" and had long, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She was gorgeous and guys loved her, but she didn't exactly have a winning personality. The teacher continued on reading the new seating chart. Angel was happy with his seat, for he was put next to another one of their friends, Joanne Jefferson. A tall African-American girl with short black hair. Finally, the teacher called out Mimi's name.

"Marquez, Mimi will be sitting their, next to Davis, Roger"

Oh. No. God, help me. Those were the only words running through Mimi's mind as she took her seat next to Roger Davis. Roger wasn't mean to her. He never said anything to her, but she just simply didn't like him. At all. He was 6 feet tall, and had bleach blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was fun to look at, she admitted. But, he was part of the 'in' crowd. He didn't play football or anything like that. He played guitar and could easily be given the 'rocker' stereotype. He apparently had a pregnancy scare with his girlfriend, April Ericsen, and apparently the two were shooting up heroin. Roger never spoke to Mimi, but he had a bad reputation and Mimi tried to avoid him at all costs. As Roger plopped down next to Mimi, she sighed. It was only October. She looked down at her teal leg warmers. It was gonna be a long year.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter was kind of boring. I was kind of trying to introduce everyone and set like, a setting. I'll try to post chapter two as soon as possible if I get two reviews. Otherwise I'm gonna delete this. Sorry, but like, no one reviews my stories, and if no one's reading them, I'm not gonna keep writing. Anywho, push the shiny purple button!