Back by popular demand (hah just kidding) Anyway, this is the story of how all the RENTers were born, in chronological order. Please read and review, they mean the world to me! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: yeah, I don't own the characters, just the ideas.

Collins was the first to be born. Somewhere in between the fog and haze of weed and free spirits, he was conceived by two very young twenty somethings. His mother was a club-hoppin' show-stoppin' diva, or at least she was before she got pregnant. Marcia was born in theBronx and knew what it meant to have a rough life. Getting pregnant was the last thing she wanted.

Collin's father, Tom,was a genius, but never went to college, so he worked at the burger barn. There weren't many opportunities forblack men in the late 60's.

On a warm summer day Collins was born. However, like much of Collins life, the day was not all smooth sailing.

"Bob! Bob! I. NEED. ANOTHER. PICKLE"

"Hold on Marcia, you had a pickle like 5 minutes ago!"

"I know, I know, but the baby's kicking and I need another pickle." Marcia sighed as she put her swollen feet on the old, wooden coffee table. She hated being pregnant. She wasn't supposed to even be pregnant. It was Bob's fault, she thought bitterly as her soon-to-be husband ran around the trailer looking for the pickles.

What she hated most about being pregnant was that she was missing out on the carefree lifestyle she loved so much. No more partying until 2 in the morning and no more shopping for cute new outfits to wear. She also hated Bob's trailor, he was a slob and although she had been in worse conditions, she thought he would at least live in an apartment and not a stupid trailor.

"well, i guess he's doing the best he can." she said to herself, as she thought of her desired pickle.

Bob was going to go crazy. He hadn't planned for Marcia to get pregnant. He hadn't planned to sleep with Marcia in the first place, he hated it. All he wanted was his life back. He felt so out of control. Bob grabbed the pickle jar, which somehow ended up in the bedroom, ran back into the living room andslammed it down on the coffee table.

"It was in the bedroom." he said angrily as he sat down in a chair on the other side of the room.

"Well...no need to get mad. I must have misplaced it." She said as she reached in and grabbed for her long-awaited treat.

Later that night Marcia went into labor.

"GET IT OUT OF ME! BOB GET IT OUT OF ME!" Marcia screamed as Bob drove her as quickly as he could to the local hospital. He had seen Marcia mad before but this was just nuts. She looked like she was possesed.

"I'm driving as fast as I can just give me a few more minutes!" Bob wailed as he sped fast the second red light in a row. Soon, a cop car followed.

"Dammit!" Bob said as the cop car turned on their sirens. Marcia screamed again.

"What's wrong?" Marcia said, turning around. "Oh come on! You have to be kidding me. Don't stop!" Bob started to push on the brakes anyway.

"DON'T STOP!" she repeated, a little bit more angrily. There was a wild look in her eyes. Bob wasn't sure if it was anger or pain but he knew he had better listen. With the cop car hot on his trail he continued heading toward the hospital…

SLAM

BOOM

CRASH

It was too bad Bob didn't notice the huge Cadillac he rear-ended. He looked at Marcia, who was frozen with shock. After a few moments of sitting in silence she let out another ear piercing scream

"IT'S COMING! BOB I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE, THE BABY IS COMING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW...AHHHH!"

A cop knocked on Bob's window, people started coming out of their houses and a disgruntled woman stepped of the Cadillac.

"um, sir, could you step out of the vehicle, please."

"excuse me, officer, but I don't have time to do this right now. My—uh…well this lady is pregnant with my kid and if I don't get her to the hospital she's going to blow right now, and I really don't want to mess up my car."

"Listen, Mister, I don't care if your wife is in labor or not, you rear ended this woman's vehicleand you refused to pull over when I started tracking you for all those red lights, so if you could please step out of the vehicle and allow me to give you your ticket we can solve this right here, right n—"

"I can't believe you punched the cop." An exhausted Marcia said as she laid down on the jail bench and hugged her belly. The contractions had stopped—for the time being, but she knew the baby was going to come soon.

"Well did you hear what he was saying? And don't lay down on that bench, people with all sorts of venereal diseases have sat on that thing. And the last thing I want is a funky baby with some sort of…distortion."

"I thought you didn't want the baby at all." Marcia said sharply as she winced and sat back up.

"Well, maybe I do." Bob said indiginently as he lit up a cigarette.

"Okay, well, there isn't going to BE a baby unless you get us out of here, because I think the contractions are starting to come again."

"Again? That's what you said last time, and look where it's gotten us!"

"No, this time it's for real! I can tell."

"Well, it looks like you're going to have to hold it in there for a little while longer because I don't think we're getting out of here any time soon."

"BOB I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF ME NOW, IT'S TEARING ME IN TWO! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME! AHHH GET THIS DEMON SEED OUT!"

"Okay, okay…um, does anybody here have a pair of latex gloves on them?" Bob asked the other people in the cell.

"Excuse me, sir, Hi, my name is Big Willie, and I swear I'm a certified doctor, I think I can help." One of the bigger inmates said. Marcia looked up at Bob and shook her head 'no' but Bob didn't see any other way to get this over with.

"Hi Willie, I'm Bob, and this my…this is the mother of my kid. Are you sure you're a certified doctor?" Marcia screamed as another contraction came.

"Well, in Canada I am."

"Good enough."

"Hi! My name is Maria Schunard and I'm here with your local news. Tonight, a man and his girlfriend gave birth to a baby in our local jail at 10:00 pm. Bob Collins, the father, has said that he was falsely charged with running a red light from a drunk cop and that the jail should be fined with making his wife give birth in the jail cell. Anyway, the baby is a boy, 6 pounds, 4 ounces. He seems to have no problems and his mom looks happy. The parents have decided to name him Tom—Tom Collins."

Little Tom Collins was laying in his mothers arms while she travelled to the hospital. The cops had let her go to make sure everything was okay with her and the baby.She looked at her son with a loving look in her eye. Maybe being a mother wasn't going to be so bad.