This is my first Rent fan fiction. Well, except for the crackfics I write with friends, it's the first. For some odd reason, it reminds me of Disney. I also
apologize if the line breaks are screwed up. I had to do them myself. This is why I hate Word Pad. Oh, well. Enjoy.
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Rejecting people is fun, but crushing dreams is even better.
"Close up on Emma Summers! She just got fired from another writing gig! That's okay, though. That crazy bee-yotch can sing her own songs.
C'mon, Em, open your eyes! The shot isn't good with you shutting them pretty greens."
"Shut up, Adam," I mutter. I shut my eyes even harder. His camera flashes.
"Wake up, Em! It's like two. You can't sleep forever. Plus I'm going out tonight," Adam says and puts his old camera down-a rare moment. He sits in
the ugly red recliner he insists on keeping. I open my eyes.
"Where?" I ask. I shift my body a little on our new brown leather couch.
"Out."
"Where?" I ask again. Adam rolls his eyes.
"Dinner."
"Oh, God. It's not with that ugly cross dresser is it? What was his/her name? Jamie? Or was it Jimmy?"
"What do you have against cross dressing?"
"Nothing. But seriously what was their name?"
"George."
"Oh."
"I'm not going with George, Em. I'm going with a guy named Jake Spinner," Adam informs. He gets off the ugly red recliner. I finally sit up on the
couch. My head spins. Oooh. Dizzy.
"Like a date? Don't rebound. It's not healthy for you," I mumble. Adam chuckles.
"Like you did with Benny?" he asks.
"Oh, shut up. That was a few years ago," I protest.
"But you did go with him for a year and a half, then you quickly rebounded to Mark for a whole two months. Whoo!" Adam argues.
"That was a few years ago!" I repeat. Adam laughs, getting himself a glass of orange juice from our beaten fridge. When I say beaten, I mean
beaten. Beaten by a baseball bat. Thanks, Benny. It was so very kind of you to beat our fridge four years ago. It would like to thank you by
randomly shutting off in the dead of night and causing us to have to buy more food because everything spoils. Thanks a lot.
"Whatever," Adam says in his gay girl voice. He uses that voice to mock me, but usually his boyfriends have the voice. It's quite annoying.
"You whatever," I hiss. Adam chuckles again. I hope he chokes on his orange juice.
I walk over to the beaten fridge and pull out the milk carton. I take a swig. Adam cringes. I grin and spit the milk into his orange juice glass. Adam
stares at the orange juice/milk in his glass. He glares at me next.
"One point Em, zero for Adam," I say sweetly and go to the bathroom. I won.