Disclaimer: I do not own RENT, no matter what I say. I'll be adding little notes from the Bohemians here and there for the rest of the story. Yay!
WARNING:
Slash
Strong Language
Slight Angst
Chapter 8
Angel's P.O.V.
Now this is getting interesting. Maureen had grabbed back Mark's camera and was now sitting next to me, and we'd just figured out how to work it, so we caught this 'love triangle' conversation on film. I smiled. Rachel stamped her foot.
"That's not true, Collins!," she cried in annoyance.
"Oh, but it is," I replied.
"Wait---Roger likes Mark?," Maureen cried suddenly. Apparently, that was all she had heard.
"NO!," cried both Roger and Mark.
"Yes!," cried both me and Collins at the same time as them. This is fun!
I grinned. "See? They so like each other, si?"
"No, not si! No! I do not like Mark!," protested Roger, causing Rachel and Mark to look at him.
I could see the look on Mark's face, and it was adorable. I stood up, walking over and enveloping Mark in my arms. "'S okay, sweetheart. Está bien, me amor," I crooned, and Mark just stood there, staring at Roger, whose face had a look that was a mixture of anger, repulsion, and fear. I knew that look. It was the look Roger got when he was pissed.
"Roger, sweetie. Calm down," I said. "We were just playing."
"Yeah?! Well, I don't like this game. If you need me, I'll be at the Life." With that, Roger stormed from the apartment. Rachel looked at me.
"What's the 'Life'?," she asked.
"The Life Cafe."