Okay I made a few minor changes in this chapter, but not much.
I made up the title awhile ago and thought it might make a good story. It's pretty short, though.
Disclaimer - I don't own RENT
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This was wrong, very wrong. Never in my whole life did I consider myself to be like another person. I've always been different, queer, strange. Now who am I? Maureen? No, I'm not Maureen. Just because I happen to…
No, I don't.
I don't.
He's not even that good-looking. You would assume the first man I would ever have feelings for would be anything but a scrawny Jewish boy.
A very strong, brave and committed scrawny Jewish boy.
Stop.
Nothing is going to change over a broken sound system. No, he just wanted to help because he still likes Maureen. Yes, that was it. Only for Maureen. My girlfriend who I love.
Oh God, he's here. He's here in the loft.
Well it is where he lives.
"Hey," he says.
"Hello," I say back quickly – too quickly. Oh no, now he knows and he's gonna-
"Have you seen Collins? He said he was going to stop and visit Angel this morning when we were coming back from the Life and he's not back yet…"
"He's probably still there you insensitive bonehead," Maureen was tells him playfully.
Hey…
"Well, it's been hours since anyone's seen him," he protests.
"Yeah, and he's never taken this long before," I say, backing him up. Oh no, that was way too obvious. "A-although Halloween is coming up, so he might be extra-sad."
Oh, smooth. Extra-sad?
"Oh, you're probably right…" he agrees. "Well I'm gonna go take a shower; Roger said we've got heated water again. You can stay if you want, Roger and Mimi should be getting home soon…" He walks away. He sure does have a fine-
No!
This is getting nowhere. I need to talk to Angel. It's never made sense to me why Collins ever felt the need to talk to a gravestone, but it does now.
But before I go I probably need to go to the bathroom. The loft's only bathroom. Yes, no matter who I might accidentally walk in on, I need to go to the bathroom before I leave. I'll just wait a few seconds and then…
What am I doing? Just don't think about it. Just don't…
The water's running in the bathroom.
Oh God.
Stop it! I'm not Maureen. I will not cheat on my girlfriend. I already know how much it hurts. I won't.
I might…
I won't.
I need to talk to Angel, she won't tell anyone.
She can't tell anyone.
Walk to the door…
What's this? A scarf…
Hmmm.
No, I'm not taking his scarf.
Why am I reaching out my hand?
Oh, it's so soft…
And not mine. It's not mine. I'm going to leave it here.
Drop it.
And warm, it's very warm.
I should go.
Open the door…
Just go!
The water hasstopped running. Now or never.
Put it back before-
"Pookie? What are you-"
Slam!
The ending's pretty weird, I know.
Mostly this story is from experience. Well, not the lesbian part, but liking someone who's "taken". Actually, I'm kind of in that sort of situation now...
No, I'm not.
See my point?
I was thinking of doing a Mark chapter. Yes? No? I might even turn this into a whole story.
I love reveiws more than breathing.