Hey guys! Sorry I've been away for so long. School's been nuts.
Disclaimer: I do not own RENT (Jonathan Larson does), for if I did, Angel would not have died.
Thomas Collins was bored. Very, very bored. Truthfully, he had no good reason to be bored out of his mind. Nothing to blame this feeling of wanting to gauge his eyes out on. One of his roommates... No. Roommate wasn't right. He and Maureen weren't sleeping together or anything... Collins shook his head to get thoughts of sleeping with the loud diva out of his mind. Maureen had asked Collins if he wanted to go Christmas shopping with her – which struck him as odd, for Maureen was Jewish- but Collins knew that Maureen's version of "Christmas shopping" was four straight hours of Maureen trying on leather pants and tight tank tops.
Collins sighed and leaned back against his soft pillow. Benny was shopping with Muffy, or Allison, or whatever. Mark and Roger were home, but Collins was too cold to leave the warmth of his bed to see what they were up to.
Suddenly, Mark's voice brought Collins out of his thoughts. "Thanks for doing this with me Roger." Curiosity almost got the best of Collins, but he remembered the cold, wooden floor, and decided to listen to the rest of the conversation to find out what the two bohos were doing.
"Yeah. It's not like we don't live together." Collins shrugged. So far this conversation was going nowhere.
Mark's voice was suddenly full of confusion. "Okay. Let's try this... What?" Collins rolled his eyes, imagining the sarcastic look from Roger that probably caught Mark's eye.
"It... looks weird." Okay, scratch that last thought. Collins turned towards the door. Roger sounded uncertain, which was abnormal for the rocker.
"Well, I'm Jewish. This thing is a little different for me." Collins' eyes widened. They couldn't be talking about...
"It just needs to be hung better." Roger seemed to be biting back a laugh, and Collins eyes widened. Oh, Lord... Roger's voice once again came floating into the room. "Have you ever done this before?" Collins closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear this!
"No, not really... Um... Oh?" Mark's voice was filled with uncertainty, and Collins' could hear Roger making small confused sounds.
"Let's try this position." Collins sat up quickly and his breath seemed to get caught in his throat.
"It... it doesn't seem to fit somehow." Collins quickly stood up. No... They couldn't be.... Could they?
"Look, it's not hard, Mark!"
Collins flung his door open. "What the-?!" His question was cut short, for in front of him stood magnificent Christmas tree, decorated with shiny ornaments. Mark and Roger stared at the anarchist, hands filled with more ornaments and tinsel.
"Can we help you?" asked Roger dryly.
Collins just shook his head and went back to his room, closing his bedroom behind him. Man, he needed a nap.
