This is my first fic, so be nice please.

Note: This takes place after Rent, Angel is alive, and Maureen and Joanne are back together. Why? Because I said so, that's why!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rent (duhhh)

"Woah, Collins, how on earth did you get all of that money? Did Angel have to kill another dog or something?" asked Roger. He and the other bohemians were at the Life, and Collins had just pulled out a wad of $100 bills out of his pocket to pay for the meal.

" It was an accident really," explained Collins as the others listened attentively. "I was trying to rewire the ATM to give me $20 to help pay for dinner. I spent a few minutes reprogramming it, and I thought I had it set up to spit out a 20 when I typed in the letters a-n-g-l-e."

"Angle?" asked Joanne, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and a grin developing on her face.

"So I'm not the greatest speller. Big deal." The others had to struggle to keep from laughing. Roger, however, failed, and coke came spitting out of his nose and mouth both.

"Anyhow," continued Collins, casting an angry look towards Roger. "I had the ATM set up, so I gave it a try, but instead of a $20 bill, it started spitting out 100s. It stopped after the amount totaled $2,000, and it will do it again whenever you punch in the code," he said, waving the money in front of him.

"Wow," commented Mark. "So, what do we want to do with this new wellspring of cash?" Mimi and Angel looked at each other and grinned.

"We know," said Mimi and Angel together.

"Uh Oh, here comes trouble," said Roger and Collins in unison.

"ROAD TRIP!" shouted Mimi and Angel as they jumped up, causing their chairs to fall back, which made a loud crashing noise to accompany their shouting.

"Ooh, great idea!! I am so in need of a vacation!" squealed Maureen as she jumped up and down in her seat.

"A vacation from what?" asked Joanne sarcastically. "You don't work."

"From protests, and the annoying guy in the apartment next door, and the ice cream man and Benny, and that mean dog down the street, and... and-"

"Ok, Maureen, I think that's enough," said Roger. "Actually, I like the idea. I could get some inspiration for my next song."

"And I could make a new documentary," exclaimed a now-enthusiastic Mark. "I can see it now. The Great Road Trip Escape."

"You know, that is really cheesy," Collins said. "Besides, I'm not so sure about the idea and I'm the one with the money."

"WELL TOO BAD," exclaimed Angel as she jumped onto the table. "Because, you told us the code to get the money, so we don't need your wondrous expertise in the technology feild, and we outnumber you by, um, A LOT!"

"Well, I guess I'll call work and tell them I'll be away for a while," said Joanne. "We're going on a road trip!"

Everyone went home that evening to begin packing. The next day, Collins and Roger went to go get an RV, for they were the only ones who had finished packing. Mark had to get all of his filming equipment put away and, well, girls are girls after all. They returned with the largest RV that was there, with enough room for 8 people to sleep.

"All right everybody, let's load all of our luggage into the RV!" announced Collins, and everybody ran off to get their luggage. A few minutes later, Mark, Roger, Joanne, and Maureen returned each heavy leaden with matching hot pink leather luggage with the letter M stitched into the front.

"Hey Markie, since when do you pack that much, in suitcases that are pink, of all colors?" asked a very confused Angel.

"I don't. This is Maureen's stuff. I'll get my stuff next," he answered.

"Oh. Will it all fit?"

"I have no idea."

" Hey Meems, like my new suitcases? Joanne gave them to me as a birthday present!" exclaimed an excited Maureen as Mimi came out to the RV with her own 2 suitcases.

"Wow, they are so cute!" she said in a way that you couldn't tell weather she meant it or was just faking it. "You gave her those?" she asked Joanne as she walked past, referring to the suitcases she was lugging.

"Yah, I told her that she could get whatever she wanted, and naturally she chose them." She gestured towards the suitcases. "And, well, you know Maureen. There was no convincing her to change her mind. I almost said no, but you know, when she pouts, you can't help but give in. I should have gotten her that cute bracelet she had wanted, but no, she just had to have them or she would die."

"Collins, what are you doing?!?" shrieked Maureen as he casually tossed her suitcase in the storage area of the RV.

"Um, putting your luggage in with the rest of the stuff."

"You can't do that way! You have to be careful with it! I don't want anything to get damaged! Do it like this," she said as she demonstrated how to put the luggage in properly, which involved testing the spot where it would be for security, and gently placing it in the spot.

"Angel, don't put my guitar down there!" lectured Roger as she began to put his guitar case in the luggage compartment. "It goes up in the RV so it won't get damaged."

"Are you kidding me? There's barely enough room up there for ourselves!"

"Oh well, it can't go down there."

"Yes, it can."

"No, it can't."

"Can!"

"Can't!"

"CAN!!"

"CAN'T!!"

"JOANNE! STOP!!" screamed Mark as Joanne lazily tossed a bag into the RV, where it landed in the back of the storage area with a thud.

"MY CAMERA!!!" shouted Mark as he dove into the storage area to retrieve the bag she had tossed in. He furiously dug into the backpack while still in the storage compartment to get his camera and check it for damage.

"You are so lucky that this didn't break," reprimanded Mark. "Be more careful next time!"

"Ok, whatever," was Joanne's only input on the issue.

"Maureen, be more careful with my stuff. It needs to go on the top so nothing is damaged," lectured Mimi as she moved her bags to the top of the pile.

"No, mine go in the top because they're new and I don't want them wrecked."

"You have so many bags that they would crush anything underneath!"

"No way, my stuff goes on the top."

"No, mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!!"

"MINE!"

"MINE!!"

Finally, after a good deal of bickering, everyone was ready to go. The storage area of the RV was stuffed with suitcases (mostly pink) and there was only one thing left to do. Roger took out a map of the United States and a dart. He propped up the map, stepped back and threw the dart. Wherever it landed was where they were going first.

"Well, it looks like we're headed to…"