Author's Note: Hello, fabulous readers! Here's chapter four. I now have severe writer's block, so if you have any suggestions for the story, PM me and lemme know. I may or may not use them. Thank you to all of you who reviewed, especially ByTheBeautifulSea, FelineMimiDavis74, and Addicted412, who reviewed every chapter! I leave for New York City on Tuesday, so this'll be the last update before I go. I'll be back on May 5th though. I have tickets to see Rent (!!) so I'm tres excited, but I'm going with my 74-year-old grandmother, so when Contact comes on that'll be um…interesting. Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Here's chapter 4! Review please! By the way, there's a flashback in this chappie and it's italicized.
Disclaimer: Do you seriously think I'm Jonathan Larson? If so, I'm concerned…
Benny smiled as he stared at Alison Grey. It had been a month since he had been placed by her in American history, and during that time, they had become extremely…uhm…close. He sighed as he stared at her flowing blonde hair; he was the luckiest guy in the world. He felt a little guilty that he had pretty much shut out his friends, but for Alison, it was worth it. He really loved her. Well, at least he thought that this was what love was supposed to feel like.
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While Benny zoned out at Alison, Mimi and Roger were having a whispered conversation in the back of the room. Ever since that day when Roger had congratulated Mimi on her grade on the history test, they talked every day. Mimi tried so hard and was just average, whereas Maureen had perfect grades and put in absolutely no effort, and Mimi never got any credit. Roger congratulating her was perhaps the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. From that point on, they talked every day from topics ranging from Roger's relationship with April, to music, the school musical.
"So, you have rehearsal after school today?" Roger questioned with a smile.
"Yeah," Mimi replied, "We're running Maureen's solo, 'When You're Good to Mama', 'Class', 'My Sister and I', and 'The Cell Block Tango'".
"You're in some of those, right?" Roger asked.
"Yeah," Mimi answered.
"You know what? Do they let people who aren't in the play go to rehearsals?" Roger inquired.
"I'm not sure, why?" Mimi curiously retorted.
"I'd like to go to rehearsal sometime", Roger explained.
"What? Why?" Mimi replied, dumbfounded.
"I want to see you in action, Meems. You always talk about rehearsals and performing is important to you. I never go to any of the plays, 'cause if you haven't noticed, it's not really my thing, but to see you, I'd be glad to go", Roger elaborated.
"Well, you can come this afternoon. I'm sure no one will even notice", Mimi smiled, blushing.
"I'll see you after school then," Roger grinned as the bell signaling the end of first period ended.
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Angel sat in second period study hall purely bored. He heard the door click open and saw Collins standing before him. God, he was gorgeous. Angel silently sighed. He had been in love with Thomas Collins since the eighth grade. He was the person Angel came out to and he was so completely understanding. The two had been best friends since fifth grade. But of course, unluckily for Angel, Collins wasn't gay. Ugh. Angel would love him forever and he'd never know it.
"Hey, Collins", Angel casually greeted.
"Hey, Ang", Collins responded, sitting next to Angel, "I really need to talk to you and study hall isn't even a class, you wanna go out to my car?"
"Uh, sure", Angel replied, worry laced in his voice.
Once they took a seat in Collins's car, Collins turned toward Angel and took a deep breathe in, his heart beating faster than he thought possible.
"What's up?" Angel whispered, attempting to break the ice.
"Well, uh, well, uh," Collins stuttered.
"Listen, Collins, whatever it is sweetie, you can tell me. How long have we been friends? Do you really think I'd turn on you? Honey, nothing could make me hate you", Angel explained.
"That-that's not it," Collins mumbled, a blush creeping over his cheeks.
"Then what is it, sugar?" Angel sweetly questioned.
"I like you," Collins whispered, looking at the floor.
"I like you, too, we've been friends forever", Angel replied with a giggle.
"No, I mean, as more than a friend", Collins stumbled.
"Wh-what? B-But, you're not gay," Angel stuttered, utterly confused.
"Angel, I realized the other day that I like you. A lot. As way more than a friend, and that helped me to realize that I am gay. What I feel around you is something I've never felt before. It's too soon for me to say that it's love, but some day it may become that. I've never felt this way about a person before…"
At this point, Angel interrupted him by pressing his lips against his. Angel sighed mentally, and felt as if he were on a cloud. This was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced and he wanted it to last forever.
Little did each of them know, they were both thinking the same thing.
"This is perfect."
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"Roger, are you coming over to my house today? My cousin gave me some more joints the last time he visited," April explained, getting her books out of her locker after school.
"Uh, no," Roger explained, "I'm busy after school today, and I was thinking, I'm gonna stop that".
"Stop what?" April curiously asked.
"Uhm, smoking pot", Roger mumbled.
"Um, okay, it's your choice, baby. Why?" April questioned.
"No reason," Roger vaguely answered.
"So you don't believe those stupid rumors about me, do you?" Roger asked Mimi.
"Uhmm…well, I did, but now that I'm getting to know you I'm having trouble believing them. They aren't true are they?" Mimi subtly interrogated.
"No. Well, one of them is partly true. I mean, I'm not shooting up heroin, but I do um…I do smoke weed", Roger explained at a mumble.
"Well, that's an improvement, but seriously, Rog, that's really bad for you. It fucks up your brain and you become addicted…it's just a bad idea, but whatever. I'm not your mother, you can make your own decisions, I just think it's a bad idea", Mimi sweetly preached.
"I just want to escape sometimes", Roger told her.
"I understand, sometimes I just want to escape from the world to. But, instead of just getting high to escape your problems, you should try actually dealing with them. Plus, my personal motto is no day but today. You should live each moment as your last, and do you really wanna live your last moments high? I know I wouldn't".
With that said, both returned to staring at the front of the classroom, Roger pondering Mimi's words.
"Okay, well, whatever, see you tomorrow", April stated, walking away.
A few minutes later, Mimi approached Roger.
"Hey, Meems," Roger casually stated.
"Hey", Mimi grinned, "You coming with me to rehearsal today?"
"Yeah. Oh, and April told me her cousin gave her some joints last time he visited and asked me if I wanted to come over and put them to good use. I told her no. I thought about what you said, Mimi, and you're right. I don't want to live my last moments on earth high", Roger mused.
Mimi smiled and hugged Roger.
"No day but today," she stated with a smile.
Roger laughed and the two headed to rehearsal.
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Rehearsal was almost over, with only fifteen minutes left. As Mimi and Maureen finished rehearsing "Class", their duet, Mimi noticed a frown on the director, Mr. Stanton.
"Mimi, you're off key at the end", he barked once they finished the number, "Maureen is doing beautifully and we don't have the time to dwell on this number just because you're off-key. Go home and practice tonight".
"O-Okay," Mimi stumbled. She had spent the entire night before practicing that song, trying to get it down perfectly.
"Let's run 'My Sister and I' and see if you do better this time", Mr. Stanton hollered.
"Then she goes…", Mimi sang and began to do a tap dance.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Mimi, you're steps are completely off! Have you ever taken a dance lesson?" Mr. Stanton yelled.
"Um, I've been dancing since I was three", Mimi stumbled in response.
"Well, I suggest you have Maureen help you. She's always on beat. Anyway, rehearsal's basically over. You can go home, and work on 'Class' for tomorrow", he barked as Mimi exited the building in tears. She collapsed in a tiny ball outside and began to sob. She worked so hard. She rehearsed that over and over until she thought she had it perfectly. She'd been dancing since she was three. She took tap, ballet, lyrical, hip-hop, and jazz. Maureen had never taken a dance class, she just did musicals and took voice lessons. She sobbed and sobbed. She would never get any credit for how hard she tried. Mimi heard steps approaching her and looked up, her face completely tear soaked, to see Roger approaching her. He sat down next to her and wrapped her in his embrace.
"He's an idiot. You were amazing, Meems. Way better than Maureen. Your voice was great, I got chills when you were singing, and your dancing was amazing," Roger admitted, hugging her, feeling a stirring in the pit of his stomach.
"Thanks," Mimi whimpered through her tears, her head buried in Roger's jacket.
"That's by far the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me", she confessed, looking up. He smiled at her and she felt what she swore was a volt of electricity shoot through her body.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! Sorry, there was a lot of Roger/Mimi-ness and not a lot of the other characters. Anyway, please review!