Disclaimer: Nothing Rent is mine.
AN: I really REALLY wanted to put a new story up, so this is it.
The phone rang through the silence of Angel and Collins' apartment, causing the sleeping Angel to jolt awake. She reached over and grabbed the phone from her nightstand, answering it just before the second ring.
"Okay, Miss Mimi night-owl Marquez, what is it?" she asked.
"How'd you know it was me?" Mimi asked.
"Well, who else would be calling at," Angel glanced at the clock. "Five o'clock in the morning?" she said, her voice raising slightly, but not too much.
"You'll thank me later." Mimi said. "Now, can I come over?" she asked. Angel laughed.
"If you think I'm going to let -" Mimi cut her off.
"Angel! Puh-lease!!" Mimi whined. "You'll thank me for it. You've always wanted to be on the stage!"
"Mimi, chica, what are you tal -?" Mimi cut Angel off again.
"You'll see when I get there! Adios!" Then the line went dead. Angel wondered what must be so important that Mimi would just HAVE to show her now, what was so important that couldn't wait for a couple hours?
Angel carefully crawled out of bed so she would wake Collins. She slipped on a fuzzy white robe with matching slippers with little half inch heels, and put on her usual black bob wig. Three minutes later Mimi's door tapping signal came. The signal that said she was EXTREMELY excited. Angel went to the door, answered it.
"Hush, Mimi! We don't need Collins waking up." Angel said.
"Sorry Angel," Mimi apologized in a rushed whisper. "Can I come in? It's freezing out here." Angel looked at the outfit she was wearing. Fishnet stockings, fishnet sleeves, black short-shorts, and a black half tube top.
"Well, no wonder you're cold! You're practically naked!" Angel pointed out, while opening the door wider allowing Mimi to walk in.
"Oh, shut up Angel! I came straight from work." Angel raised an eyebrow. Now, whatever it was that Mimi wanted to tell her must've been REALLY important for Mimi to come straight from work. Angel couldn't resist one last teasing remark, though.
"Busy night, huh?" Angel asked. Mimi glared daggars at her. If looks could kill, Angel would drop dead just then. "Yikes! What's with the death glare? It's scaring me." Angel said.
"Good." Mimi replied with a slow smile, her eyes growing softer.
"Angel," Mimi began. "Look at this." She said handing Angel a newspaper pointing to a certain arcticle in it. Angel read it, eyes widening, smile growing on her face.
"Oh. My. God!" Angel whispered excitedly.
AN: Before I update, I want to know what all you guys think is going to happen. Send your predictions in with your reveiws. By saying I want to know what all you guys think is going to happen, I mean what do you think the newspaper arcticle is? I'll accept other predictions too, but the newspaper arcticle is what I'm most curious about.