So, here's a bunch of Drabbles that I write during Math class because I hate my teacher. Usually I give them to my friend to read over and now she asked me to actually post them. They're RENT related and most of them have references to other things like Anthony Rapp's cd. Hope you like them. Please review all of them.

I don't own RENT. It belongs to the genius Jonathan Larson.

This one is about Mark and basic and normal embarrassment. Pre-RENT. Maureen/Mark. Also, there are a few lyrics from "Human Tornado" by Anthony Rapp.

Roger was howling with laughter, as Mark turned from albino pale to redder and redder. It got to the point where Roger was holding his aching sides and let his precious guitar crash to the floor unknown while Mark sank into the couch hiding his big red face with a groan. Why had he said what he had said?

"Say it again!" Roger yelled still laughing.

"Shut up Rog! It was just an idea!" Mark yelled back.

Soon, Maureen came into the loft after a nice long shopping splurge for tight leather pants in a variety of colors and other things to show off her body at clubs, not to mention some other things to quench her kinky tastes in the bedroom that would make Mark blush a beet red color. Upon entering she waited for attention, but notices that neither of the Boho Boys was giving her it. Clearing her throat and striking a pose she smiled. Roger looked up and broke into more hysterics.

"Roger! Shut up! Hi Maureen…" Mark grumbled hoping she'd save him from his humiliation.

"Hey Pookie. I got some things for us. Let's try them out," she said still on her shopping high.

"M-Mark…heehee…maybe she'll unclog your drain!" Roger piped in with a laugh.

"ROGER!"

"She'll twist up your kites!" Roger sang with tears streaming down his face.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Maureen asked angrily. "Did you two do something stupid that I have to fix or something?"

"No…ha! We were writing and…hahaha. I swear we made a song about you. But he-ha! He-" Roger started just was cut off by a bout of laughter.

"Pookie? Sing it for me?" she asked cutely. Now she was curious. A song all about her?

"No…you'll laugh and so will-shut up Roger!" Mark yelled throwing an old newspaper at him.

Maureen smiled. Now she had to know what this was all about. Sliding next to Mark she let her hands go to his belt and his corduroys. He squirmed knowing what she was trying to do and that he would lose.

"Just one line Pookie?"

"The last line! Sing the last line Albino-boy!" Roger howled.

"She'll forget your name-she's a human tornado. She'll win at your game-she's a human tornado…" he sung softly and mumbled the last line while trying to get away from this embarrassment.

"What's that last line baby?" she asked undoing his belt to get him to say it.

"Go on Mark! It's the best line!" Roger yelled with glee.

His embarrassment was mounting along with his horniness. There was no choice in this matter. He couldn't hide or run. Shouldn't he just get it over with and hope for a rush to the bedroom? She had promised not to laugh.

"She's one righteous dame!" he yelled praying he wouldn't get too much grief. Of course, that didn't happen. Maureen and Roger both started laughing. Deciding it best, Mark grumbled an excuse to leave because he "needed to film". When he got his camera and got on his jacket and scarf and turned back to the hyenas on the couch. Rolling his eyes at the two he left wishing he had worked on his song about Roger rather than about Maureen. Maureen was a human tornado to him but Roger wasn't just some guy to him. That might be a good idea for a song. "Just Some Guy"? Or maybe…he just shouldn't share songs with them and stick to filming.