Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. The title is from a song by Emanuel.
Make Tonight
By Donna
"Kiss me," Mimi demanded as she and her friend, Angel, sat on the fire escape.
Angel looked at her, cocking her head in confusion. "What?" She fingered through her wig, which laid across her knee nervously. Why would Mimi possibly want to kiss her out-of-the-blue? There was no reason to it. And Angel was obviously not interested in Mimi. It wasn't that she didn't "swing that way" (Angel was clearly unconventional when it came to love) but she simply loved Mimi like a sister. So why...
"Uhm..." Angel started.
"Please?" Mimi asked.
"Why?"
"I don't know... please? Just kiss me?"
Angel sighed. Even though they were only a year or so apart, Angel was much more mature than Mimi, who was thrown on the streets without any warning. She still couldn't grasp things like that of relationships and boundaries. Angel leaned over to Mimi and placed a small kiss on her cheek.
"That's it?" Mimi asked.
"You're so demanding. You wanted a kiss. I gave you one."
Mimi pouted. "At least make it on the lips."
Angel nodded, leaning over and placing a small kiss on her lips. Mimi giggled, looking to the grey yonder formed by dilapidated buildings and broken dreams.
They were silent for awhile, just taking in the changing color of the sky and the drunken obscenities welcoming their ears time-to-time. People were fighting below them and Angel had no heart to yell at them or attempt to break it up. Mimi kicked the heels of her boots against the metal bars, grating into Angel's ears. She also didn't have the heart to tell Mimi to be silenced.
She got up off the fire escape and walked inside, combing for food. "Mimi, where's the food around here? Didn't I send you food shopping?"
"Erm... no?" Mimi asked.
"Mimi, please, help me out here." Angel was exhausted from trying to pull Superwoman acts for them both. She had been juggling drumming and a minimum wage job sweeping an artist's studio (which sometimes left her with more money than usual by means of doing "favors" for the artist that worked there). All Mimi seemed to do was disappear.
Angel gasped.
"Mimi... you aren't..." her voice died as she began to dig through the kitchenette. Then she uncovered the worse things possible. Needles. Drug paraphinalia. No wonder. No wonder Mimi was suddenly acting different. No wonder she was...
Angel, out of frusteration and evident lack of sleep threw everything she saw on the floor and went to the door.
This was too much. She needed a drink or something.
She wasn't going to find love here.
END