Here's my first Rent fic. This was just a random idea, which I know has been done before, but this is my little spin on it.. So, enjoy. And review please!
Disclaimer: The only thing Rent-related that I own are tickets to see Rent on Broadway. And the CD's of course. I wouldn't need to be buying tickets if I owned Rent. Obviously. Callie, Rachel, and Sarah are all mine though!
"Callie. Callie! CALLIE!" A girl with wild, curly brunette hair sprinted out the doors of her high school, dragging a girl who looked simply terrified behind her. She was yelling after her friend, who was already in the middle of the school parking lot.
"Third time this week that you've forgotten about me Davis," The brunette said as she caught up to her friend, Callie. Callie smirked and shot back,
"You know Rachel, you ever think that I'm choosing to forget about you?" Rachel acted offended and replied "Real nice Davis, real nice..." as she laughed.
"Anyways Rach, unless you haven't noticed, you get a ride home with me every single day of the entire school year, and I always park my truck in the same exact place. I honestly thought you would've caught on by now, but I suppose I'll have to draw you a map since you can't find it without following me there." Callie said, laughing, while Rachel acted mad, and then jokingly said,
"Oh come on Davis, have you forgotten who you're talking to- Rachel Johnson, the girl who still gets lost in Alphabet City- of course I need a map!"
"Wow, I forgot about that one. You're totally right." Callie said as she threw her backpack into the bed of her truck. Callie finally noticed the terrified-looking girl that Rachel had been dragging along for some while now, and raised an eyebrow at Rachel.
"And this would be.." Callie questioned.
Rachel turned around quickly and said, "Oh yeah, forgot about you, sorry." Rachel said sheepishly.
"And they call me blond," Callie said, laughing.
"Heh. Yeah, Callie, new girl here-sorry, what's your name? I've forgotten it already." Rachel and Callie looked glanced over at the girl. The blond-haired, blue eyed, glasses wearingteen definaltey stuck out as the "new girl" at school, and she looked extremely lost.
"Er-um-Sarah. Sarah Cohen." The girl said quietly.
"Yeah-" Rachel continued on. "Sarah Cohen here missed her bus, and she only lives like five minutes from us. We're doing our good deed for the day by giving her a ride."
"Oh alright, cool." Callie smiled at the girl. "By the way, I'm Callie Davis. Nice to meet you."
"You too," the girl replied quietly.
The three of them piled into Callie's truck and Rachel, as usual, was the first one to strike up a conversation.
"Soooo, Sarah did you just move here or what?" Rachel questioned.
"Umm, no I used to go to a private school, but I just transferred here about two weeks ago. I've lived here since I was, like, five." Sarah said.
"I think I've seen you around," said Callie. "Hmm, wait, are you working on the tech crew for the play?"
"Yeah, yeah, I am. I've always had a knack for that kind of stuff." Sarah felt herself opening up to the two other girls already, and hoped desperately that maybe she could be friends with them. She hadn't met too many people since she transferred schools. It was only by chance that Rachel had seen her miss the bus and Rachel was insistent that she was going to give her a ride.
"Yeah, I thought so," Callie said. "Me and my 'band'- don't laugh Rach! One day, people are going to know who we are, and you'll come up and be all, ' I know them!' And I can deny I ever knew you before we hit it big. Stop laughing Rach! Anyways, we're doing the music for the play, and of course, Rachel, being you're certified drama queen is going to be center stage, as always."
"I am so not a drama queen!" Rachel shot back.
"Yeah, whatever you say Rach..." Callie said with a little wink at Sarah. "Turn right here, Callie," Sarah said. Rachel continued on.
"Well, look who's talking, Ms.-I-worship-my-Fender!" Rachel teased.
"Ha, yeah, and proud of it!" Callie laughed. "Yeah, with the three of us working on it, I'm sure the play is going to be amaz- What the hell!" Callie yelled as the girls were sent flying forwards and violently jerked back in their seaats suddenly. It took them all a few dazed seconds to figure out what had happened.
"Oh my God, I think that guy totally like, rear ended us!" Rachel said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"No shit Sherlock,"Callie said, a bit dazed. "You alright guys?"
"Yeah..." Rachel and Sarah said simultaneously.
"Oooh Callie, nice gash you got there on your forehead." Rachel said, glancing over at her friend.
"Not to rain on your parade Johnson, but take a look in the mirror," Callie said, feeling her forehead.
Callie was right- both girls had matching large gashes on their foreheads from hitting the front of the truck.
"Hold on a sec...that guy totally just...disappeared." Rachel said, as she looked out the back window.
"Shit...what do we do now?" Callie rested her forehead on the steering wheel, trying to gather her thoughts.
"You alright Cal?" Rachel asked, concerned.
"Oh, yeah, never better!" Callie said, annoyed at the situation she found herself in. " Well at least you guys are alright...but if my brand new truck is smashed up, I swear to God..." Callie said, as she let herself out of the truck, Sarah and Rachel following. The sight that greeted them wasn't the best they'd ever laid eyes upon.
"Grrrreat..."Callie said.
"It could've been worse, you know..." Rachel said, as she surveyed the truck. The back end was smashed in, but the truck was far from being totaled.
"I know..." Callie said, as she bent down and looked at the damage. "My mom's totally going to shit a brick though..."
"Oh, no she won't. It's not like it was your fault or anything." Rachel said.
"Not over the truck, over us! She'll have a freaking heart attack. You know how much of a control freak she's been over me-us, actually- lately!" Callie leaned against her truck and tried to clear her head.
"Er-well-um...well as soon as she finds out we're okay, she'll calm down, I'm sure..." Rachel said, but Callie was right, her mom would be extremely worried about the girls- too worried.
Sarah finally spoke up.
"Well, uh, my house is like two streets away so if you think you can drive Callie, we can go there and figure out what to do. Call the police, I guess..." Sarah suggested.
"Yeah...yeah I'm alright drivng, my heads not too bad..." Callie said, as the three girls got into the truck. "So, umm, did any of you guys see the car that hit us?" Callie asked.
"Nope," Rachel replied. "I was too busy insulting you." Rachel said jokingly.
"I did." Sarah said. "I was looking out the rear view mirror. Idiot was talking on his cell-typical. He totally didn't see us stopped at the light at all. Definaltey a Range Rover. Guy was black, that's all I noticed."
"Wow, at least someone was paying attention..." Rachel said.
"Yeah, really!" excalimed Callie. "Well that's a start. Okay, so like we were stopped at the red light. And the guy was talking on his cell, didn't see us, and just didn't stop in time. When he realized he hit us, he just took off. I'm surprised his car wasn't like totally ruined though."
"Yup, that's what I pieced together," Sarah said.
"Yeah..." Rachel said, who it seemed was still partly dazed. She started to rub her forehead.
"My house is on the left, it's that blue one right there." Sarah told Callie. Callie pulled into the drive way, and immeaditly ran to the back of her truck again and looked at the damage.
"My baby..is...ruined..." Callie said. "Least it's not totaled...Just got it...like a month ago...for my birthday..." Callie told Sarah in mourning, as they walked up to the front porch. Rachel slowly followed them up the steps.
"You alright, Rach?" Callie said, noticing Rachel, who looked up at her and responded,
"Oh, yeah...headache..." Rachel replied, still rubbing her forehead.
"Yeah, really, me too..." Callie said. Sarah, it seemed was the only one who hadn't been hurt during the crash. Sarah opened the door and let the three of them inside.
"Dad! I'm home!" Sarah called. "Kitchen's right through here..." she said, leading them through the living room.
"Nice house," Callie complimented. It really was a nice house, two stories, and stylishly decorated.
"Phones right there..umm, Rachel sit down, you don't look too good. Callie, you should probably call your parents...and I guess we should file a police report... my dad would know...Dad! DAD!" Sarah yelled. A man in his early forty's with short blond hair and glasses suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
"God Sarah, where's the fire?" The man said jokingly, then spotting Callie and Rachel, "Whoa, you two okay? What happened Sarah?" Sarah looked at her two new friends.
"Er-well, I missed the bus, and uh, they- Callie and Rachel-" she said, motioning to the two of them. "- were nice enough to give me a ride home, and we were sitting at the light and some asshole-"
"Language, Sarah!
"Dad, I'm in tenth grade- some ASSHOLE plowed right into us and rear ended us. We're all okay, I suppose. But, like...do we file a police report or something? Or..."
"Well, what, you three just took off after this? What happened to the guy who hit you?" Sarah's dad asked, confused.
"Quite the opposite, Mr..." Callie said, trying to remember Sarah's last name.
"Cohen." Sarah's dad said to Callie.
"Mr. Cohen, yeah, totally the opposite," Callie said.
"This guy just took off I guess dad," continued Sarah. "I mean by the time we got our heads together, he was gone. I did see him through the rear view mirror, so we sort of have a description, so maybe the police could catch him, but I didn't get a license plate or anything..." Mr. Cohen laughed at his daughter.
"Okay, okay Sarah, hold on. We can go play detective later..." he said, laughing. "And you two," he said, looking at the other two girls, "should call your parents first and tell them what happened."
"Oh boy, here comes the frantic Spanish..." Callie said, as she went over to the phone.
"Huh?" Sarah asked, confused.
"My mom." Callie said simply. "She's going to freak out, and when she freaks out, she starts rambling crazily in Spanish."
"Oh. Right." Sarah said politely
"Hey, I didn't say it wasn't weird." Callie said, as she dialed her number. "Please, let it be dad...then we can avoid the Spanish... Hey mom..." Callie said, as she heard her moms voice on the phone.
"Er- yeah I know I should be home by now. But, like, okay don't freak out-...no, I'm not dead mom. One of my friends needed a ride home, and she lives like 5 minutes from us. So, like, we're sitting at the red light, right? And some guy totally rear ends us-" Callie took the phone away from her ear and held it away.
"Yup. It's the Spanish." Callie said. Callie put the phone to her ear again and tried to calm her mom down.
"Mom. Mom. Mom. MOM! WE'RE FINE! Stop. The. Spanish. I'm fine! Totally fine. The trucks not though...Yeah I know you're not worried about the truck...umm, Rach, and my new friend Sarah...yeah...I'm at Sarah's house now...yeah her dad's here...no, mom, there's no drugs in the house..." Sarah rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her mom was too much sometimes. "...okay...no, I can get home, the truck isn't that bad...okay...love you too...calm down mom. I'm fine! You don't have to pick me up. I'm fine!" Callie set the phone down. "Well that wasn't too bad..." she joked.
"Those gashes look bad though," Mr. Cohen said, Callie's forehead. "And, are you okay?" he asked Rachel, who was sitting at the table, holding her head in her hands.
"Yeah..I'll just...call my mom now..." Rachel said, getting up. She started to cross the room, and suddenly, and without warning, collapsed onto the kitchen floor. Mr. Cohen was nearest, and caught Rachel before she hit the floor.
"Shit, Sarah, call 911!" Mr. Cohen yelled. Sarah ran to the phone, while Callie ran over to her friend, who was now unconscious.
Soooo...should I continue? Please review. I'll love you forever! Hope you liked it. Honestly, I don't know where this story is going, so PLEASE if you have any ideas or suggestions or things you'd like me to write in just let me know! (hint, hint review!) Their will be tons more familiar characters in the next chapter...
