In honor of my birthday I decided to write a little RENT fic, seeing as I haven't written a RENT story in forever. Mimi is wishing Angel a happy birthday. Pretty much just angsty fluff. If there is such a thing...
Mimi walked slowly across the neatly kept grass, carful not to disturb any of the flowers scattered over various plots. She finally reached her destination and knelt in front of a simple stone marker, placing her own bouquet above the flowing script that was all she had left on earth to connect her physically with her long gone friends.
The tiny dancer smiled slightly, "Happy birthday Ange. Hey Collins."
She ran her thin fingers over their names inscripted side by side, always together, even after the end.
As a lone tear slid down Mimi's face she whispered, "I love you guys. Collins, you better be taking good care of my girl," She giggled quietly, "Angel, I saw the most fabulous dress the other day, I think in honor of your birthday I'll buy it for myself."
"If I can come up with the money," Mimi added as an afterthought.
Suddenly a soothing calm came over her, and she could almost hear Angel and Collins's laughter, in perfect harmony. She then felt a hand on her shoulder, for the briefest moment she felt like her two friends were there with her.
She turned and found herself face to face with the most stunning pair of green eyes, looking at her questioningly.
"Meems?" Roger asked, "You okay?"
The woman took a deep breath to steady herself, closing her eyes. When they opened they were calm. She nodded, a small smile on her pouty lips.
Roger smiled back, pulling her to her feet with gentle hands. He embraced her in a tight hug, one that filled her again with calming warmth. He kissed the top of her hair, nuzzling his face into the frizzy mass.
"C'mon, let's go home. Mark, Maureen, and Joanne are back at the loft. We figured we'd celebrate this joyous occasion with a some cake. And Stoli," He added with a bit of a laugh.
Mimi smiled, slipping her hand in his. After the two whispered a final "Happy Birthday and I love you," to their friends they walked hand in hand back to their lives.
Late that night as the five bohos finished singing the birthday song as loud as their drunk voices could, Mimi swore she heard for the briefest of seconds a steady drum beat and a deep laugh. She smiled to herself, and tipped her glass up to the sky.
So, did you like it? Love it? Hate it? I want to know. Think of your review as a birthday present to me!