A/N: Here it is, Angel and Mimi. I know she's supposed to have run away at fifteen, but lets just say that she does it at a later point in the year : ) Enjoy.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl named Graciela. She was very sad all the time because she had no friends. The reason she had no friends was because she smelled like a pig. But then one day she met a little girl named Rosita who smelled just as bad as she did. They discovered that they were sisters, who had the same equally smelly father. They all went away to live in a nasty apartment in Brooklyn and lived happily ever after."

"Angel! That isn't a real story! And its mean! Me and Rosita don't smell!"

Angelo 'Angel' Dumott Schunard rolled his eyes and turned away from his little sisters, who were lying on the floor in front of the broken television staring up at him. He was bored. He should be out doing something, getting his fun in before his father came home with his loud voice and his attempts to 'make a man' out of him. Good luck to him, Angel thought. He can try all he wants, but it's never gonna happen. When you're sixteen years old and still sing soprano in the school chorus, its pretty much a losing battle.

He stood up and brushed the dust off his too-small jeans and strolled over to the fridge, looking in vain for something to eat. He looked up when he heard the door slam open, and then slam shut again. Angel glanced over his shoulder and saw his brother standing in the living room with an attractive girl wearing a short skirt and tight red tank top who couldn't have been any older than fifteen. Angels temper flared, and he marched over to his brother.

"Freddy, I think the stove is broken. Come see."

"Huh? Can't you fix it yourself?"

"No. You have to come into the kitchen with me now."

His brother gave him a confused look and followed him. Angel shut the door and turned to face him.

"Fredrico, what are you doing?! Look at that girl! She's like, twelve!"

"Calm down, Ang. She's fifteen."

"Yeah? You're still twenty one. That's not good, Freddy. What's mom gonna say? Didn't you think about that?"

Fredrico grinned and put his arm around his younger brothers shoulders.

"Angelo, hermano, don't worry. I'm not about to get arrested. She's not my girlfriend. She's for you."

Angel recoiled in shock. "What? For me? You can't just… give a girl to someone like that! Unless… madre de christo, she isn't a hooker, is she Fred? You cant bring a hooker into the house! The girls are right out there!"

His brother was laughing as Angel's face contorted with worry. Fredrico was always doing things like this, but Angel never thought he would go this far.

"Wait, Ang, calm down. She's not a hooker, and I bet she would be offended by that. I'm going out with her sister. Her nice, nineteen year old, legal sister."

"So… why is she here?"

"I already told you, for you! She told me a few days ago that she just broke up with some guy who was a real jackass. She said she was looking for someone nice. Artistic, maybe. So I said, hey, I have a brother about your age, a real nice guy. And you're artistic, right? It's a perfect match. If anyone can get you out of this little gay phase you're going through, its her. I mean, I love my girlfriend, and I know she's young, but damn. C'mon."

Freddy strode out of the kitchen, with Angel following behind him, a little apprehensive. His gay 'phase' his brother had called it. Right, he thought. Like any girl is going to be able to…

His thoughts trailed off when he looked more closely at the girl standing there. He couldn't describe it. She was perfect in every possible way. I want to look like her, Angel thought. He pushed the notion out of his head, knowing that if his father knew he was thinking things like that, he would get the hell beaten out of him.

"Mimi, this is my brother Angelo. Ang, this is Mimi Marquez."

Mimi smiled. "Hey, Angelo. You know, you don't have to stare. I'm not going anywhere."

Angel immediately turned his gaze to the floor. "Sorry," he mumbled. Freddy laughed.

"Don't worry about him, Meems, he's a little shy around girls sometimes. I'm gonna take the girls to a movie. Better than your sucky stories, Ang. I'll be gone for a few hours so… you two can get to know each other. Rosita! Graciela! Vamanos!"

Angle looked helplessly after his brother as he exited the house with his two little sisters trailing behind him. Mimi stood there with an amused look on her face. Angel noticed her staring at him and fumbled for words.

"Um… do you want something to drink? There's not really anything to do here, I mean, It's pretty small and-"

Mimi was laughing at him. "Hey, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you if you stop talking for three seconds. You have a bedroom?" She rolled her eyes at the shocked look and Angels face. "Not like that, stupid. We could talk. I'm not a whore. At least, not with nice boys like you." She laughed again.

Angel led her down the hall and into his small bedroom. She took in the unmade bed, the opera posters on the wall, the drums in the corner, and the scattered pages of homework that were lying around his unzipped backpack. She strolled over to the bed and sat, picking up a piece of paper with half an essay written on it.

"Broderick. I have her. Compare and contrast the Iliad and Beowulf, right?"

"Yeah… I didn't know you went to my school. I can't believe I didn't notice you."

"Yeah, well, I don't spend much time in the mainstream. I have this little problem with authority that tends to end me up in ISS or detention or something like that most days. But I've heard of you. You won the art show last year."

Angel smiled shyly. "Yeah, I did. It was a sculpture of my sisters."

"That's sweet." Mimi smiled back at him. "So, you ever had a girlfriend?"

Angel fidgeted uncomfortably "Um…no. Listen, I'm just gonna come out and say it. I don't really know how to tell you this, but I don't think anything between us is gonna work out. I…I'm gay. Very, very, very gay. So there's really no way-"

"Hey, that's alright." Mimi cut him off. "What, did your brother tell you that this was a favor to me or something?"

"Well…yeah, he did. But-"

"Alright." Mimi giggled a little. "I swear, I love Freddy so much. If he wasn't going out with my sister… but anyways. Look. He asked me to do this for him. He said that if your father found out you were gay, he would either kill you or worse. He figured that if anyone could turn you, it'd be me. I don't mean to brag, but I've done it before with boys like you. Sure you don't wanna give it a try?"

Angel sat down next to her. He had to think of a good way to get out of this. He decided to just be honest.

"Mimi, when I first saw you, I thought, 'damn, that girl's beautiful.'" Mimi smiled, and Angel continued. "The next thing I thought was, 'I wish I could look like her.'"

Mimi's smile turned into an all out laugh. Angel watched for a few seconds and started laughing with her. They lay on his bed for almost five minutes just cracking up when Mimi spoke.

"Ang, that's great. I take that as a compliment. And really, don't worry about it. I'm not at all offended that a flaming homosexual doesn't want to date me. But you know… if you really wanted to look like me, I could make that happen."

Angel sat up, intrigued. "Really? How?"

"Miniskirts aren't just for girls, you know. I bet you've got great legs. As for your face, it's just a matter of finding the right shades of makeup for you. I can have you looking fabulous in no time."

"Are you kidding?" Angel shook his head. "My father would kill me if he found out. I can't. I wish I could, but I cant."

Mimi giggled. "C'mon. If you want to do it, who the hell cares what your father thinks?"

Angel raised his eyebrows. "Is this that little problem with authority you were talking about?"

Mimi stuck out her tongue. "Let's go, Angel. Leave a note for your brother that we went to my place. That oughta make your father happy." She smiled as she led him out the door.

"You're gonna look so great in my fishnets."

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