Hola! LOL. This Spanish is getting to me.

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Disclaimer: Like every other rent head says, Jonathan Larson is the only one who can claim to own Rent. And, his other musical called Tick Tick Boom (which is like an autobiography of his life according to Kots) :)

I SWEAR TO FIND A CURE TO AIDS! XD

"I want to get married right now," Mimi said.

Those were the first words she'd spoken since she ran out of the hospital room.

"Okay," Roger shrugged.

Also his first words – I mean, forgive me - word.

Mimi laughed a forced outburst. She had half a mind to rush everything she wanted to do in life – bungee jump, pilot a helicopter, watch Yankee game… She was actually beginning to accept that this might be her last year on earth.

Roger was the one having troubles accepting things.

"Before I die…"

"MIMI."

"I want to watch a Yankee game."

"You hate baseball and any sport for that matter."

"Exactly why I want to watch a game!" Mimi said. "I don't want to die…"

"MIMI."

"Sooner or later we'll all die, Roger!"

"You don't have to mention it!" Roger cried incredulously.

"But…"

Roger pulled her to him in a kiss.

"I can't take it, Mimi, don't say anything about it anymore," he said.

"Okay," Mimi smiled.

Roger sighed before disclosing, "If you die, I die."

She nodded but didn't say a word like she promised.

"Forget regret, Roger, or life is yours to miss," she said again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They walked hand in hand in silence.

"Rog! Look!" Mimi pointed her finger at the Ryder Community Center, where Life Support meetings took place.

"Mimi, don't try to drag me there again," Roger muttered, pulling her away.

"No! Rog!" Mimi pulled him closer to the doorway of the center.

"Read," she ordered, flicking a paper that was posted on the door with a finger.

Ryder Community Center

Now offering Sunday masses and other religious ceremonies

Call Benny Coffin: 977-28-22

"Benny?" Roger raised an eyebrow at the paper.

"Then it's easier! Come on, Roggy… let's get married here," Mimi batted her eyelashes.

"Do you really want to get married in a place that reminds you of…" Roger's stopped.

"Yes."

"Then it's settled," Roger grinned.

"Did I hear right?"

The couple turned around only to face Benjamin Coffin the Third.

"You two are getting married, how joyous," Benny said, coming up the steps.

"Try and act happy, scum," Roger snapped, putting his arm around Mimi defensively.

"Whoa," Benny put his hands up. "I am."

"Remind me to give Collins my 50 bucks," he sneered.

"What? You bet on us?" Roger stepped forward threateningly.

"Yes we did, and it looks like I just lost," Benny laughed good naturedly.

"Fantastic," Roger mumbled.

"So are you booking the place?" Benny asked, talking more to Mimi.

"YES," Mimi over enthusiastically said.

"Sunday."

"This Sunday?" Roger cried in surprise.

"Yes."

"Mimi! You're crazy! You hear your HIV status and you go pressing the fast forward button on your life!" Roger yelled.

"Whatever happened to 'I don't want to fight with you ever again?' Hmmm?" Mimi said.

Roger shut up instantly, embarrassed.

"This Sunday then, it's settled," Benny grinned.

"Why are you affiliated with this anyway, huh Coffin?" Roger asked.

"I felt like a little charity work," Benny shrugged.

"To rid your guilt," Roger mumbled.

"And that too."

Mark, Roger, Mimi and Maureen's loft: June 19, 1993, 8 am, Eastern Standard Time

"I'm getting married today!"

"I'm getting MARRIED today!"

"I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY!"

"Oh, for heaven's sake Mimi! The whole world knows already! Now shut up and let me sleep!" Roger fumed, turning on the bed.

Mimi pouted and folded her arms across her chest.

Mark suddenly burst inside the room holding a broomstick in his hands. His glasses were off and he was blinking madly.

"Get out of the loft or I'll shoot!" he warned, not knowing that he was holding a broomstick and not a rifle.

Mimi laughed in a fit and fell to the floor.

"Wha…?"

It suddenly dawned on Mark what was happening. He shut the door with a loud bang whilst swearing.

"Women, can't live with them!"

"Can't live without them," Mimi completed.

Mimi danced around the room still singing "I'm getting married todayyy!" Roger flung a pillow in her direction and it hit her on the face.

She started to dramatize. "Oh! The pain!" she acted, bringing her hand up to her head and pretending to fall on the floor.

Roger got up, yelled "OH MY GOD!" and ran up to her.

"I got you up!" Mimi said with a grin as Roger pulled her up.

Roger laughed and kissed Mimi saying, "I'm getting married today."

"Damn right you are."

A few hours later Roger and Mimi parted rooms. Roger went into Mark's and shut the door with a mouthed "I love you" to his wife to be.

"Zoom in on Roger Davis, who's about to commit to one woman and have no one else but her for his entire life," Mark said holding his camera up, pointing directly at Roger. "Hear that? NO ONE ELSE BUT HER."

Roger walked over to Mark still smiling and hit him hard on the back. "Not even you can spoil this day for me." Roger said walking over to his closet.

(Roger's room)

Maureen and Mimi were doing each other's make up in the other room.

"Is this okay? I mean, it's just a white top and a white skirt, it was all I could afford," Mimi fretted, curling her hair even more with a curling iron.

"Mimi, shut up. You look gorgeous," Maureen scolded, applying some mascara.

Maureen sighed and put down her beautification tools.

"As always, this is as good as it's gonna get," she said sadly, looking at herself in the mirror.

Mimi laughed.

(Mark's Room)

Roger brought down a large dusty box from Mark's top drawer.

"You're using that?" Mark lowered his camera.

"I want to be beautiful," Roger kidded, grinning foolishly.

"Maureen has some make up in that drawer," Mark pointed. "I think you'll need it if you want to be beautiful." Mark mocked.

Roger eyed Mark.

"Does Mo got mascara in there too?"

Mark let out a breath and slammed the door as he marched out.

Roger laughed triumphantly and focused his attention on the box. He slowly lifted out an elegant black tuxedo, the same outfit he had used when he was supposedly going to propose to April. Without a backward glance at that sad night of his life, he pulled the garments on and sprayed some of Mark's perfume.

He attempted to comb his unruly hair.

"You look pretty good for a man of 28, Mr. Davis," Roger complimented himself, doing a machismo pose in the mirror.

"Quit talking to yourself, Roger. It's my turn to change," Mark mumbled, storming in the room.

"Do you want some mascara?" Roger batted his eyelashes.

"Shut up."

(Roger's Room)

"Just PICK ONE COLOR, MO!"

"Okay, dark pink."

Mimi began to unscrew the top of the lipstick.

"No wait! I want the red instead."

"NO! The magenta!"

"OH! The light pink!"

"MO! You're driving me nuts!"

"I can't pick! They're all so bee-oot-ty-ful!"

Suddenly, Joanne barged inside the room in her elegant skirt and fancy top. She was brandishing a lipstick wildly in the air.

"I've come to your rescue, Meems," Joanne cried, tossing Maureen the lipstick.

"OH THAT'S PERFECT!" Maureen exclaimed, viciously spreading the glittery color on her lips.

"Thank you," Mimi breathed to Joanne, giving her a hug.

"I know all about her routines," Joanne mumbled, smiling and hugging Mimi back.

"Look who's looking hott," Mark suddenly appeared at the door.

"I hope you mean me," Maureen sang, hopping up to kiss Mark.

"Of course I mean you."

Joanne and Mimi snorted.

"We'll go ahead, Meems," Mark appeared at the door in a clean cut suit.

"Bride and groom need time alone with themselves," Collins smiled, popping up beside Mark.

"Okay," Mimi grinned and waved the others off.

"I CHANGED MY MIND! I LIKE THE DARK PINK!" Maureen yelled, as she was being dragged out of the loft by Joanne.

"Let's go, Mo," Joanne ordered sharply.

Mimi laughed to herself and left the mirror. After all, she didn't mind how she looked. All she was looking forward to was saying "I do's" and being with Roger forever. She walked over to the window and gazed at the cars passing by below.

Suddenly, she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and kiss her cheek.

"It's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding, pretty boy," she laughed, spinning around to face Roger.

"I can't stay away from you."

He looked into her eyes. Such beautiful brown eyes.

"Your eyes," Roger started to sing.

"We'll keep everybody waiting, Roger," Mimi closed her eyes, liking the way he sang the words into her ear.

He swayed her side to side, his arms around her waist while singing his song for her. Then he kissed her neck all the way up to her lips.

"Roger," Mimi said between laughs. "My make up will get…"

"We're getting married today," Roger interrupted her, whispering tenderly in her ear.

"Yes, and we will be unfashionably late."

"I'm sure they won't mind."

Ryder Community Center: 2 pm, Eastern Standard Time

"WHERE WERE YOU?"

"Sorry daddy," Roger laughed, taking off his coat and revealing his tuxedo.

"That doesn't answer my question," Collins snapped.

"Mimi had to put on more make up!" Roger lied, walking up to the priest.

"Father," he greeted politely, shaking the reverend's hand.

"Mr. Davis," the priest smiled. "Finally, I might add."

"My apologies."

"Forgiven. Where is the lovely bride?" the priest asked.

"Outside, with the rest of the 'bridal entourage,'" Roger laughed.

The priest raised a brow. "Is there really an entourage?"

"Yes. It's made up of the bride and her flowers," Roger grinned.

"Very well, shall we begin?"

"Please."

Everyone took their places on their seats, making the most of the special occasion in Mimi and Roger's lives. They were all grinning broadly as the organist played the bridal song. Roger's glowing ace waited for his love at the end of the aisle.

Few minutes passed, Roger got impatient. More minutes passed, everyone else got impatient and Roger began to get worried.

They heard a loud bang from outside.

"SHIT!"

Everyone looked and walked around, confused, especially Roger.

They all ran outside, Roger pushed his way through and looked around.

"Mimi! Mimi!" he yelled, looking for his bride.

Tears started clouding up his eyes as he uttered her name over and over.

"Yeah! Roger, what is it?" Mimi said walking out from the corner.

"Mimi!" Roger said, hugging and kissing Mimi.

"Damn, Marquez, where were you?" Collins muttered a look of concern in his eyes.

"I was peeing," Mimi said, puzzled.

"What were you thinking!" Maureen said, her lips shining brightly.

"I was thinking I needed to pee!" Mimi uttered trying to explain that she was in fact peeing. "This child does not wait for anyone and I didn't want to get the skirt stained!"

"I thought you…" Roger started.

"What was that bang we all heard?"

"Guy on a bicycle crashed into a trash can," Mimi pointed to a poor man, rubbing his head and picking up his tattered bike.

Roger slapped his head. "I thought you… Nevermind."

"Thought I what?" Mimi blinked.

"It doesn't matter!" Roger whispered in Mimi's ear.

"Ok, let's get this wedding over with!" Mark said sarcastically.

(Finally, the wedding!)

Mark picked up his camera and started filming EVERYTHING.

"Do you Roger Davis take Mimi Marquez to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health 'till death do you part?"

"I do." Roger said, without a doubt.

"And do you Mimi Marquez take Roger Davis as your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health 'till death do you part?"

Mimi couldn't breath, she was speechless, but looking at Roger's eyes, she found courage to speak.

"I do" she said. Smiling from ear to ear.

They even forgot the rings and just kissed in happiness.

A/N: Thanks to Zorabet and mi hermana Camille, I wrote the wedding part. XD Hope you like it enough to review (ehem ehem) XD