Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
Everyone thought they knew where Roger Davis's mind was on prom night. Everyone assumed that the badass wannabe rock star would be thinking of nothing but what happened after prom. His tie was loose around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His hand was low on his girlfriend's back as his hips swayed in rhythm with hers to the music. Everyone just knew.
Everyone thought they knew why Maureen Johnson dated Roger. Everyone assumed she swooned over his leather jacket and long hair. The right strap of her tight, purple dress had fallen out of place on her shoulder and dangled loosely on her lightly freckled arm. Her arms were tight around his neck as her head rested softly on his chest while she let him rock her back and forth to the music. Everyone just knew.
No one knew about the soft kisses and the whispered words. No one knew about the rose he had given her when he asked her to prom. No one knew about the songs he wrote for her and sang to her every weekend. No one knew how she reenacted scenes from his favorite movies playing every character. No one really knew.
No one knew about what they planned to do afterwards. No one knew that Roger planned to take Maureen back to his house. No one knew that Maureen had rented their favorite movies and bought their favorite flavor of ice cream. No one knew that they planned to cuddle up on the couch wrapped in blankets and in each other's arms. No one really knew. And no one would ever know.
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