Disclaimer: Remember kids, I DO NOT OWN RENT. I own Fi and Aaron and that is all. Mark, Maureen, Joanne, Roger, Collins, and Benny all belong to the brilliant Jonathan Larson.

Scene: Morning After.

Fi woke up just before dawn broke that morning; it had become her newly acquired hobby. She had learned during her few weeks in New York that natural beauty was not commonly seen in the city, and one day after her body had refused to let her sleep she had decided to sit out and watch the sunrise. A sunrise in New York, she found out that day, are perhaps the most breathtaking sunrises across the world. She sat outside the next morning, a large cup of coffee in one hand and an old sketch book in the other and just silently breathed in the world around her. She watched as the city became accustomed to the light and as the vampires slinked away into the shadows. Most people told her New York would kill her creativity, but she had just found out that inspiration came from the least expected places. From a stranger's child that held a dandelion out to her in the park. Or an old man who gave a lost woman the last amount of his week's pay to catch a taxi cab. Yes, some of the stereotypes of New Yorkers were true, but she had also learned that beneath the dirtied exterior of the city, people were kind and generous too. Every city has their problems; New York just had a way of pointing out America's problems within their own city. Fi sat in silence during the sunrise, occasionally bringing the coffee to her lips but her right hand never stopped moving across the canvas. One day she would take her works to a gallery, she did not even care if they sold for any money, she just believed that people should see what she saw in everything, beauty. When the sun was completely risen from the horizon, she sat back against the swinging bench and sighed. Last night had been wonderful but threatening to her mind being. Who was she kidding with the, "Who are you Roger Davis?" shit? She should have probably just kept her mouth shut until she had known him for a while. She sat for a little while longer never noticing that Aaron had walked up behind her until he had placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh!" She said jumping slightly in her seat.

"Sorry." Aaron grinned slightly, he had obviously just woken up from the way his hair lay in a tangled mess upon his head.

"Good Morning."

"Uh-huh." Aaron said after letting out a large yawn. "What's up?"

"Nothing at all, just thinking about some stuff."

"What?"

"Just...stuff. What about you?"

"Um...just woke up?"

"Besides that, how was your date?"

"Wonderful." Aaron's smile was genuine.

"I'm glad, really. You deserve someone."

"Thanks. How did your date with the infamous Roger Davis go?"

"Like shit. A big piece of shit. But what are you going to do?" Fi said with a shrug, she hoped that Aaron had not seen the contradiction her eyes gave. He did.

"Fi...what happened?"

"Oh nothing, I just had to be the nosey bitch I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we were talking about this couple we saw while walking back to the building, and he said something about the couple being on a search to find themselves and I asked him who he was and basically it became this big argument over nothing."

"Ah Fi, it's just who you are, if he can't accept it, screw him."

"Thanks," Fi said as she looked down to her socked feet.

"Hey, this one is good." Aaron said as he reached over and picked up her sketch book.

"Yeah, the sunrise was gorgeous this morning."

"You say that everyday."

"I know, but this morning I just felt it, you know?"

"Sure....no not really." Aaron said as he laughed, "Fi, you know you're the philosophical one here, I just call it as I see it."

"That's why I keep you around. To keep me inline."

"And to give you good shopping tips." Aaron winked.

"You're such a good little stereotypical gay-man." Fi said as she patted the top of his brown curly head.

"Ha-ha, well I'm going to go call Collins, see if he wants to do anything today."

"Alright...Aaron?"

"Yeah Fi?"

"Just be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean just be careful."

Aaron's eyes clouded, "Fi, I feel fine."

"I know, I'm just saying."

"Stay out of it alright?"

"A-alright..." With that Aaron left the fire escape and slammed out of the apartment.

"Great going Fi, not only did you piss of Roger, but you just pissed off your best friend." Fi whispered while slapping her forehead.

~*~

Roger woke up around 10 that morning and stretched while looking out of the window. He opened up his bedroom door to find Mark, Maureen, Joanne, Collins, and the new guy Aaron on his couch. He groaned and went to the refrigerator.

"Roger, that's disgusting." Maureen said when she noticed that Roger was drinking out of the carton.

"Sorry..." Roger was grinning.

"Uh-huh sure...Men!"

"How would you know Maureen, the last guy you were in a relationship was Mark, and lets face it, he's more a girl than you are."

"Thanks Jackass."

"No problem."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Don't know yet."

"There's a film festival going on, want to go with me?"

"Mark..."

"Please." Mark said blinking his eyes and pouting.

"Fine."

"Great, I'm going out for a while but I'll meet you back here around 6."

"Wonderful..." With that Mark turned to leave the loft, the door slamming behind him.

~*~

Fi decided it would be best to get out of the apartment as to avoid confrontation with Roger. After she had showered and changed, she put her camera and notebook in her messenger bag, put on her tennis shoes, grabbed her sunglasses and hat and was out the door. Her plans for the day consisted of checking around the Theaters for upcoming auditions, checking out the museums, and possibly going to the film festival that night. Outside the apartment building she ran into Mark, again.

"Crap---"

"Sorry---"

"I wasn't watching--"

"Where I was going."

"Hello."

"Hi, listen sorry about yesterday, sometimes I open my mouth and a bunch of shit comes out."

"Don't worry, I know how that goes."

"Really?" Mark asked while cocking his head to the left.

"Yeah."

"Where you off to?"

"Looking around for some auditions, then planning on going to a museum or too...why?"

"No reason, hey I was wondering if I could make up for my idiocy of yesterday."

Fi looked at him for a few moments as to judge if his words were sincere, she found that they were. "How?"

"Well I could go with you to the theaters and museum, and then maybe show you some of the sights of the city."

"I'd like that."

"Great." Mark breathed a sigh of relief. As they walked he continued to look at her, she was so breathtaking, even in a tank top, hat, gray cotton pants, and tennis shoes. Nothing beat it. He knew he would enjoy spending the day with her.

Little did Fi know that she would enjoy spending the day with Mark as well.

A/N: Okay I know this one was short compared to my others, but I just got through with the play so my brain is kind of fried. Leave reviews. And yes, I am going somewhere with this. Thank you for reading, and please excuse the lateness.