I'm back! (Strikes a Maureen pose) Sorry, the little diva in me just wants to come out! Okay, I'm done now. Heeeeeeeeerrrrrre's Chapter 7! Whoo! Oh, yeah, I'm actually calling Angel 'she' now. Took forever, right? But whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. Thanks for bringing that up again!
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All four of them woke with a start. Angel, being paranoid about missing their flight, had set seven alarm clocks. Their flight was at 4:00 pm.
"Angel!" Maureen whined in anguish. "What the fuck!" She buried her head in her pillow.
"I'm sorry! If I make pancakes, will it make everything better?" Angel apologized while turning off the blaring alarm clocks.
But before anyone could answer, Mimi dashed to the bathroom. Joann, Maureen, and Angel all winced at the sounds.
"A simple no would have sufficed," Angel mumbled.
"I'll go check on her. She doesn't sound very good," Joann said, walking out of the bathroom.
"Angel! Pancakes!" Maureen ordered.
"Yes, ma'am!" She saluted and marched in to the kitchen with Maureen on her tail.
Joann peered into the bathroom in time to see Mimi standing up cautiously. She walked over to help the dancer.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, pressing a cool cloth to Mimi's face.
"Yeah, it's not the first time this has happened either." She thought for a minute before continuing. She and Joann weren't the best of friends, but she would be the most helpful to her in her current situation. "Jo," she started, turning to the lawyer with a heartbreaking look on her face. "I think I'm pregnant."
"Are you sure? I mean, have you taken a test?" She shook her head. "I'll go buy you one. There's a drugstore, like, a block away. Just tell them I went to buy some anti-acids."
"Yeah, Angel and Maureen would wake up the entire neighborhood if they found out," Mimi giggled. On that note Joann managed to get out of the apartment silently. (A/N: How? Only Joann will ever know! (insert evil laugh here))
When Mimi emerged from the bathroom, she could smell the sweet scent of blueberry pancakes in the air. She waltzed into the kitchen where Maureen and Angel were chatting excitedly about the upcoming weddings. They stopped when she walked in.
"Mimi-chica, are you okay?"Angel asked. Her voice was dripping with concern.
"Yeah," she lied, coolly. "Just nerves." She studied Angel's face carefully. She seemed to buy it and let her attention fall back to the pancakes.
"Where are you, Pookie?" Maureen skipped around the apartment looking for her girlfriend and was confuzzled (A/N: Love that word! I thought it would fit Maureen!) when she couldn't find her."Mimi, where'd Joann go?"
"Oh, she ran to the drugstore for me."
(Mark/Collins/Roger)
As soon as Collins opened his eyes, he groaned. Hangover. The worst thing EVER. And to make matters worse, some asshole had caused a traffic jam outside his window, which prompted the agitated drivers to blare their car horns. It sounded like the cars were in the room with him.
"Banana," he mumbled. (A/N: Bananas are nature's hangover medicine.)
He got up and walked into his tiny living room, where he assumed Roger and Mark were sleeping. He had never been more right. He started cracking up as soon as he saw it. Sure his head hurt like hell, but damn it, it was worth it!
Mark was sleeping on the ground, with Roger's arm around his waist. He soon got his giggling under control and, luckily, they hadn't wakened up. Collins crept over and grabbed Marks camera off the ground, he started filming his two friends.
He got about two minutes of film before he said "Smile!" and the men woke up.
"Dude!" Roger yelled jumping up. His head was pounding, but he couldn't care less.
"Roger, volume," Mark said putting his head in his hands.
"I was just heading into the kitchen for breakfast, but if you lovebirds want to be aloneā¦" he trailed off suggestively. He managed to dodge the pillow Roger chucked at his head. He dashed into the kitchen to finally get his banana.
(Angel, Maureen, Mimi, and Joann)
"Mimi, open the goddamned door, now!" Maureen pounded the door so hard Mimi was shocked that it was still standing.
She turned to Joann, who was in the bathroom with her, and mouthed the word 'when.' Her answer was a single finger. "She groaned internally. One more minute and she would soon find out if there would be a baby Boho.
"Now," Joann said.
Mimi took a deep breath and turned to look at the three pregnancy tests.
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! I'm evil. You probably want to kill me. And I was planning on having the wedding in here, but this was more fun! So, yeah. See you next time!
