Title: High School Daze 4/5

Author: Girl Who Writes

Feedback: is beloved if you feel so inclined.

Pairing: Angel/Collins, implied Roger/April, implied Roger/Mimi

Word Count: 1981

Rating: M

Genre: Humour, Drama, Major AU.

Summary: New student Angel Dumott-Schaunard catches the eye of Senior Tom Collins, much to the delight of their friends.

Notes: I hope everyone is enjoying this fic :D Almost at the end of this particular tale, but part two (as chapters six and seven) will be uploaded June 9th - entitled 'The History Assignment', many of my speed rent co-conspirers will be familiar with it Any suggestions for future stories in this series are gratefully recieved. I have a few ideas, but nothing is set in stone at the moment.

Special Thanks: This challenge was set for me by discoapocalypse as part of speed rent, and it was awesome; it got me thinking and out of my comfort zone. I had a lot of crazy fun writing it :D Thank you so much, and I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it!

Spoilers: Um... say movie and musical, but this is AU and drastically different.

Warnings: Language.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of the Jonathan Larson Estate. Hazel and Exodus are my characters.

"Have a good day, Mimi!" Her brother Exodus called as Mimi jumped out of the car, her bag banging against her side as she ran up to where her locker was. She absolutely had to find Angel! The Big Date was tonight and Mimi had the denim jacket on over her own outfit, and a zip-lock bag of nail polish, eye liner and funky looking wrist bands that Angel could wear.

"Oof!" Mimi had ran smack into someone, and sent their books flying.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Mimi cried out, reaching for the fallen textbooks. "Are you okay? Mark! It's you!"

"It's me, now with a slight concussion," Mark joked as he fixed his glasses and took his books from Mimi. "Where are you tearing off to?"

"I'm looking for Angel," Mimi grinned and sort of began to bounce up and down, much to Mark's amusement. "Did you hear? Angel and Collins are going out on a date tonight!"

"What?" Mark gaped at her. "Are you serious?"

"Angel called me last night trying to work out what to wear," Mimi was smiling so brightly, she looked like she'd swallowed a star. "Have you seen him?"

"Not this morning. This is huge; I don't think Collins has been out on a date since he moved here."

"Marky!"

Mimi watched with amusement as Maureen materialized by Mark's side, dragging along an unfamiliar girl.

"Hi! I'm Maureen, and this is Joanne," Maureen greeted Mimi before turning to Mark. "Marky! I wanted to introduce you to Joanne – she's a Senior from Seattle."

Mark looked vaguely startled at the sudden appearance of Maureen and Joanne but smiled at Joanne. "Hey, I'm Mark Cohen."

"Nice to meet you, Mark."

"Marky, Roger's looking for you. He's in the library with April and looking kind of desperate," Maureen said. "And why do you look so weird?"

"Collins got a date," Mark repeated automatically. "What's April doing to Roger?"

"Humping his leg, I assume," Maureen flipped her hair over her should. "Collins got a date? Oh this is so awesome! With that cute Spanish transfer? I knew it the minute they saw each other in the library! So adorable! Where are they going?"

"Movie and dinner," Mimi said, clapping her hands. "Isn't it the most excellent thing ever?"

"Best thing that's happened to Collins since he moved here," Mark agreed.

"Ooh, do you know where they're going?" Maureen asked, an evil glint in her eye. "For dinner, I mean."

"I didn't ask," Mimi shook her head.

"It'll probably be the pizza bar across from the cinema," Mark shrugged.

"Yeah," Maureen looked thoughtful. "How do you guys feel like going out for pizza tonight…?"

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Angel stood in front of the mirror on the back of his bedroom door. He hadn't seen Collins at school that day, and Mark had mentioned that Collins usually spent his Fridays in the A.V. labs, working on a project for his English class, because he had so many free periods. Seeing Collins on a Friday usually meant that Armageddon was upon them. Or – much worse – the school's computer network had crashed again.

So, Angel had been jumpy and nervous all day – he'd walked into the wrong class and not known for the first twenty minutes, he'd handed his English teacher his Spanish paper and vice versa, and he'd walked into a pole outside his locker, that cause many people to mock him. That had been the worst incident of the day because Angel was terrified he'd be bruised and swollen for his date.

"There's not even a red mark anymore, Angel," Mimi said, from her position on his bed, as she painted her toes. "I promise you. Ask Hazel if you don't believe me."

"I can see it as clear as day, Mimi!" Angel freaked out. "Do you have any cover up?"

"In my bag. The red tube," Mimi sighed. "Let me do it, silly boy."

"And if you walked into a metal pole the afternoon before your date with, let's see, Roger, you wouldn't be shrieking for cover-up?" Angel smirked at the faint blush that coloured Mimi's cheeks.

"Roger has a girlfriend," Mimi said, as she pretended to smooth the foundation over Angel's nose. The tiny amount she actually had on her fingers was insignificant. "Her name is April."

"The scary redhead who spends all her class time writing exceptionally bad poetry on her jeans?" Angel asked skeptically.

"The technical term is 'emo'," Mimi said, jamming her cover-up back in her pocket. "Done."

"I can't believe you actually think I think you actually put any on me," Angel put his hands on his hips.

"There's no mark! You don't need it!" Mimi flopped back onto Angel's bed. "It's also quarter to seven."

"Fuck."

"Angelo!" Hazel appeared in the doorway. "I did not hear what I just heard, did I?"

"Nope," Angel snatched up Mimi's denim jacket.

"Perfect," Mimi handed Angel his wallet and keys. "What movie are you seeing?"

"Uh, that new one," Angel said distractedly.

"Oh, that one," Hazel said, exchanging amused looks with Mimi.

"The one set in the 50s in Europe," Angel sighed. "I'm going crazy."

"You're nervous! I threw up five times the first night I went out with your grandfather. Now go, or that lovely date of yours will have a broken heart!" Hazel kissed Angel good bye, and turned to Mimi, as she heard Angel run downstairs and out the front door.

"Now, Mimi, have you got plans tonight, or should I order us both some dinner?" Hazel sat next to the girl.

"Oh no, I'm going for pizza with some people I met at school," Mimi said innocently. "Mom's happy I'm actually making friends this time around."

"You go have fun, sweetie," Hazel patted Mimi's arm. "And we'll see you for Sunday brunch."