A/N: I'm having fun writing this. I really am. It's a good way for me to vent, it's creative, and it lets my readers know a little more about me. I mean, it's a win-win situation!

My beta-thanks for this chapter will be done in the form of evil laughter. Muahahahaha! Bwahaha! -ahem-

Disclaimer: Do I even need to put a disclaimer? I mean, Rent so obviously belongs to Jonathan Larson, and if I were him, I know for sure I wouldn't need to post my fics on the internet.

Let's get this story moving!

"I'm bored."

"Becky, we've already talked about this. If you're bored, write something. It's really not that hard."

"But I don't want to! I want to go outside! I want to hang out with my friends!" I whined.

"Well then, why don't you?" Mimi asked.

"I would have to take a shower. I don't want to take a shower right now. Besides, my pajamas are really comfy."

"You already took a shower," Mimi reminded me.

"Yeah, last night. Today's a new day." I grabbed a penny and flipped it into the air. It landed in the trash.

Mark chimed in. "What do you normally do when you're bored."

I thought for a moment before replying. "I dunno. I usually read fanfiction, but I'm not in the mood to read right now. Sometimes I gather up papers and shit and set them on fire. I really like fire." I smirked evilly. Mark looked scared.

There was an awkward silence until Mimi cut in. "…oh. Well you could just… talk to us."

"I already am. Besides, you're just in my head. If I do too much talking to you, people will start to think I'm insane."

"How are we only in your head?" Mark looked surprised.

"Well, you are fictional characters. You're just figments of my imagination."

"That's not true! We-," Mimi was cut off when my mom walked into the room.

"Who are you talking to?"

"I was on the phone with Haley."

"Oh." She left.

Pause.

"Does that prove my point?" I looked at the two expectantly.

Mimi looked stunned. Mark looked like he was about to cry. After another long pause, Mimi spoke. "So, how about watching a movie?"

"Hmm, I didn't think about that. Thanks, Mimi."

"No problem."

The DVD player whirred as I put in the movie. As I sat back to watch the opening credits, I heard Mark mumble something that sounded like, "Fictional characters." I sighed.

Don't worry, Marky. You're real enough for me.

R&R please? Kthanksbai.

Twisted