Chapter 7 is here at last! This chapter brought to you by too much caffeine, "school's finally out" sickness, and the fact that it's like… 3 in the morning. Oh, and I wrote the 'song' so sorry if it sucks. The song lyrics are in italics in the first part. :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. (except I do own the Lust-Muffin)
March 7, 1992, 9am EST

Mark went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Inside was a new carton of juice, unopened, with a note attached. It said- 'Sorry about the bad juice. Our bad! We owe you. Sincerely, the Juice Fairies.'

Roger heard the refrigerator open and decided to get up. He had finished his song for Mark, and maybe today would be a good day to share it with him.

"Marky? Are you out here?" Roger walked out with his guitar, sitting down on the couch. He played some random chords. Mark walked over with two glasses of juice.

"Don't worry, I checked. And the 'juice fairies' left us a note. They owe us." He laughed and sat down next to Roger. "Hey! You have your guitar! Do you have any new songs you would like to share?"

"Well... I do have one. It's just a rough draft, I guess... But you can hear it if you want."

Mark nodded, and Roger played a few opening chords.

Sitting in a stone-cold room

With my thoughts around me

And I never saw you there

Standing in that light.

You were always there with me

No matter how we went

Anger, sorrow, death and strife

Never did you leave my side

And yet I never saw you there

Helping me through life.

I have finally come to realize

You're the glue that binds us together

It's all you and only you

The rock that resists the ocean's tides

And I can see you

Now I see you always with me standing strong

The one to survive, to be the one

I love

And I see you

Yeah, I see you

And I can see

You and me

Together for eternity.

Roger looked up sheepishly, waiting for Mark's reaction. Roger thought it wasn't very good, certainly not his best. So far Mark was sitting in stunned silence, which could be a good thing or a bad thing.

"Rog... You wrote it for me?" Roger nodded. "It's beautiful. I love it. I love you." He kissed Roger, running his fingers through Roger's long hair.

"Mark, I'm glad you like it. It's really important to me."

"Mmm… Oh SHIT! I was supposed to be at work five minutes ago!" Mark jumped up, grabbing his camera and his scarf. "I'll be back, and don't forget- we're hanging out with the gang later."

Roger mentally slapped himself. He had completely forgotten that Collins, Maureen, Joanne, and Mimi were all coming over to the loft for dinner.

"Okay. Do you want me to get anything?"

"No, I'm getting Chinese take-out on the way home."

"Ok. See you in a little while, Rog."

March 7, 1992, 6pm EST

"Pass the... what is that, shrimp?" Maureen asked Roger. "Mmm it looks yummy, whatever it is." She scooped a large lump of shrimp and rice onto her plate.

"This is good. Who wants juice?" Mark offered.

"Hell no!" shouted Collins. "Not if it's from those creepy juice fairies!"

They laughed and talked and partied for a while. Mark suddenly asked Roger to play his song again.

"Okay, everyone- this is the Marky-Song. Or the other title is 'I See You.' Here goes."

He sang the song, a little more nervous than he had been earlier. You could tell, because he played some wrong notes, not that anyone noticed.Everyone clapped enthusiastically at the end of the song. Mimi looked a little shocked. She pulled Roger away from his glory-moment to talk to him.

"You and Mark? Since when? Why didn't anyone tell me?" she was a little annoyed that no one was telling her anything.

"I thought you knew... I mean, we were hugging and kissing all evening. Didn't you notice? Or are you the one who's dumb as a fencepost now?" He was still a little bitter about their breakup, and had decided not to go out of his way to be polite to her.

"Roger... You are so... so... Infuriating!" she stormed off, slamming the loft door closed behind her.

"Um... Roger?" Collins asked. "What was that?"

"Mimi being stupid. She didn't know Mark and I were together. Even with the kissing and hugging, and all that. Now she's mad at me for being mad at her for being mad at me for not telling her-"

"Okay Rog! We get it!" Maureen interrupted. "So... Now what?"

"I know! Let's go shopping!" Joanne shouted. Everyone quickly forgot Mimi's angry outburst.

"Where are we going to go that's open this late?" Collins asked.

"Um... A thrift store! I don't know. We'll find somewhere!"

Mark was surprised. "Wow! Joanne- being spontaneous? Amazing!"

They all gathered up what money they had and went downstairs.

March 7, 1992, 8pm EST

The bohemians finally found a thrift store that was still open. They ended up pooling their money to buy an old TV, VCR, and a copy of La Boheme.

They returned to the loft and hooked up the TV and VCR.

"This looks like a cool movie." Roger said, looking at the video case. "La Boheme- like us- the bohemians!"

"Hey Rog... I just thought you might like to know that it's an opera." Collins said, laughing.

"Opera? The first movie we buy and it's an opera? What the fuck, Mark? Did you pick this?"

"Actually, I did. Sorry Roggy. But it seemed like a good choice!"

They all sat down and watched the movie, and by the end Mark and Maureen were crying.

"Not Mimi!" they said in chorus, hugging and sobbing onto each other's shoulders.

"Dude... this was like, my life story!" Roger added. "What the hell is up with that? All of the characters... were kind of like us. Except for the fact that I don't think anyone in that stupid opera was gay, and Mimi isn't dead."

"Haha. Roger would be Rodolfo. And Mark is Marcello. That's so silly! And Colline, and Schaunard, and Musetta..." Joanne started listing names.

They laughed about it for a while longer, and then everyone went home and went to bed. Mark and Roger snuggled together in Mark's room.

"Roggy?"

"Yeah Marky?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Edited AN: I fixed the song! Because I didn't like it before. Now I like it again. So I'm happy. More edits for you happy people!