So I started a new story, but this is a ONESHOT I SWEAR!
This idea came from my dad, who told me a story about how he and his best friend used to have random fist fights all the time. I dunno, boys are weird.
Don't own RENT.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Whoah!" Benny said, joining the circle next to his friends Tom and Maureen, "What happened?"
"We don' know!" Tom said, shrugging his shoulders.
"That's cause they won't even tell nobody why they're fighting!" Maureen added, annoyed.
A five year-old Mark and a much larger six year-old Roger stood in the middle of a large group of the neighborhood kids, beating each other mercilessly and screaming bloody murder. Roger had a hold of Mark's pale ears, squeezing them and yanking the poor boy's head back and fourth while Mark plunged his tiny fists into his best friend's face with an alarming intensity. Needless to say, though, Roger had the upper hand.
"How do we know when its over?" Benny asked.
"When one of dem wuns home," Tom answered, craning his neck to get a better veiw over the heads of the kids in front of them.
"I'm tired of this. I'm leaving!" Maureen said, flipping her minature curls over her shoulder as she turned and sashayed away.
Nose bleeding, Roger finally let go of Mark's ears, bawling, and backed away to wipe the blood and tears off his face.
Mark, who had had his eyes closed while he was punching his friend, caught sight of the blood and yelled. "EWWW!" He did not, however, back away, but rather ran forward and grabbed Roger's shoulders and attempted to force him to the ground. Roger, being the larger of the two, didn't fall. Instead, he grabbed Mark's shoulders and tried to force him down. Neither was ready to give up, so they did a sort of dance around in a circle, arms on each other's shoulders and making figure eights and loops all over the sidewalk. It was quite funny, actually, and a few kids laughed.
"Lookit! They're dancing!" said Benny, shreiking with laughter.
"Yeah..." replied Tom, chuckling a bit himself. "Hey, we should prowbably stoawp dem..." he said, guesturing to the middle of the circle where Mark had managed to climb onto Roger's back and was kicking and screaming and beating his friend's head and shoulders, while Roger was spinning violent circles trying to throw Mark off his back. Both of them were still crying their heads off.
"WHOAHHHHHH!" Screamed Mark and Roger together as Roger got dizzy and lost his balance, toppling over and landing on top of Mark.
"GET OFF!" Mark yelled, attempting to push Roger to the ground as well, but before he could, Tom ran forward and grabbed him.
"Come awn you guys, settle down."
"HE STARTED IT!" Mark and Roger screamed, pointing to the other.
Tom sighed. "Why were you guys fighting?"
They both stood there awhile, thinking.
"Um, I don't know..." said Roger, scratching his small head.
"Me neither..." Mark added.
"You mean you were fighting for nufin!"
"Yeah..."
Tom sighed. "Okay, say sawy and give each udder a hug."
"Sorry," they mumbled, and hugged each other.
Dissapointed, the circle disbanded, leaving Tom, Benny, Roger and Mark on the sidewalk.
"HEY!" Roger shouted over the various let-down aww's coming from the spectators. "HE'S MY BESTEST FRIEND!"
"YEAH!"
And with that, the four bohemians-to-be walked prouldly down the street and home.
I think it was kinda wordy. Thoughts?
