Hello again! Welcome to the second chapter! I'm glad that you liked the first one enough to read more.
I'm sorry my chapters are a bit short. That is something I am aiming to improve on.
Disclaimer: I don't own any bit of the RENT characters. I do own a very good "Moooo!" though. When Maureen told the audience to moo, I was loud and proud!
Moooooooooo!
"C'mon in," Collins shouted to the door in his baritone voice.
Mark hopped inside Collins' small apartment to find that he wasn't the only visitor. Maureen and Joanne were sitting on a beat-up sofa. Their happy expressions contrasted all the thoughts zooming around in Mark's head massively.
"Hi Marky!" Maureen grinned to her ex.
"Hey," replied Mark distantly, crashing on a chair. It crunched at the amount of force suddenly applied as would the chairs in the loft.
"Easy on the chairs man. I think the Food Emporium is starting to suspect something," Collins said with a laugh. It had been a couple months since he'd rewired that ATM. It was only a matter of time before they figured out the "glitch".
"I think something's wrong! He didn't say anything when I called him Marky!" exclaimed Maureen who immediately got up and felt his forehead with the back of her hand.
"Mark, what's wrong?" asked Joanne, concerned. She could tell that it was something mental, not physical.
"Well, I don't know how to say this. Um...Mimi is...dying."
There was dead silence for a few moments. The only noise to be heard as the news soaked in was a couple of horns beeping down the street. Everyone was in sheer shock.
Collins was the first to react. Like Mark, he was more concerned about the effects of the death.
"Oh Jesus. How is Roger going to deal with this? There's nothing we can do to help him."
He spoke from experience of losing a lover in the hardest way. Collins moved away as memories of Angel flooded back.
Maureen began to cry, and then to sob and gush.
"No! She can't be dying! She was doing better! She was! No! No. No."
Maureen broke out into complete sobs and buried her face in Joanne's shoulder.
Joanne put an arm around Maureen-as well as she could anyway while she was still in utter shock.
No one had expected this. No one. They sat in silence once again, this time for hours, too shocked, too afraid to move.
Okay, so it's not a happy fic. But hey, nobody says it has to be. And I'm sorry again if this is short. But short can be good. Just look at Kristen Chenoweth! Whoops! Wrong show! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!