AN: Okay, just a random plot bunny popped into my head.

Summery: AU During a summer when the bohos are in their teens! Don't you just love these fan-fictions? Canon couples. It is my first fan fic so please be nice :D

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. No matter how hard I try.


Summer! This was the time sixteen year old Collins lived for. Working as an assistant three times a week for Mr. Jefferson, who was one of the successful lawyers who worked near his house, provided him with just enough money to hang around, see a couple of movies, and generally waste time before school started. He woke up and promptly fell off his bed. Crash.

"Ow" he muttered as he made his way to the bedroom door. After tripping over several books, his backpack, and small mountains of dirty laundry Collins was able to lurch his way to the kitchen. He grabbed his wallet and made his way upstairs to his best friend Maureen's apartment.

She was waiting for him outside the door. As soon as she saw him her hazel eyes lit up and she said "Oh Collins, what are we going to do today? Shall we go to the Life? Or how about we go sing annoying songs in rich neighborhoods? Hmmm? Are you going to answer me any day now? Hello-o. Earth to Collins. Hello" She started waving her hand in front of his face.

"How about we go see what Roger and Mark are doing and then we can do what ever the hell we want." Collins said grabbing her slender wrist and dragged her out the door.

They walked a couple of blocks to Mark's house. Unsurprisingly Roger answered the door. He almost lived at Mark's house since the fight he had with his birth parents three years ago.

"Hey Collins, hey Mo, how have the first hours of summer been treating you?"

"Fine" Maureen and Collins said simultaneously.

Then a pale older woman peeped over Rogers shoulder.

"Hello children. Did you want some breakfast?" Mrs. Cohen asked pleasantly.

"Yes please" Maureen said excitedly "you always make good breakfasts"

"Thank you dear." She responded. Then she called over her shoulder "MARK COHEN, get your self down here! You have friends here!" A muffled response came from the attic and they heard a lot of stomping and crashing up in his room.

As Mrs. Cohen prepared some French toast for the friends Roger inquired about their daily activities. Mark arrived and accepted the plate laden with golden French toast from his mother. He set the plate precariously between the fighting friends and said cheerfully, "Hey guys, what are we going to do today?"

"I don't know" Maureen snapped "maybe you should ask Roger the Idiot." "Mo…" Collins threatened, laying a hand on her back "we'll figure it out eventually, without maiming each other, don't worry"
She snorted, grabbed a piece of French toast and started chewing loudly.

"Why don't you go the library?" Mrs. Cohen questioned.

Maureen and Collins looked at each other with an evil look in their eyes, "That sounds like fun" they said spookily "lots of fun."

"Uh oh" Mark said, "They've gave each other the look, and you know what that means"

"This could get interesting" Roger.


Angel spun in the around a trees. She could finally wear drag after a school year of having to wear "acceptable male clothing" and it was nice to dress the way she felt was right for her. She skipped the way to her best friend Mimi's small house and knocked on the door. A very sleepy, un-kempt Mimi answered.

"Hey, sleepy-head" Angel said cheerfully, "How are you?"

Mimi mumbled something unintelligently and buried her face in Angel's shirt. "Ooookay then, I guess we can go sit down on the couch until you wake up. She carried Mimi over to the couch sat down on it with her. Angel spread the blanket over them and Mimi sighed contently. There was a book next to the couch and Angel grabbed it and began to read.


AN: So, what do you think? Good, bad, terrible, horrible? I will write more soon. Please excuse all typos. I don't have a beta, but I did proofread it so maybe it'll be okay. I hope.

Please review? Please? Anybody?