I am still working on the last chapter to "Welcome to Suburbia." It's just been slow going, and the idea for this story has been litterally keeping me up at night, so it needs to be written.

I guess that since Angel and Mimi are both so young in this story, Mimi would still be pronouncing Angel's name An-hel, instead of An-gel, because Angel's definitely not a drag queen yet. But you can pronounce the name anyway that you want to in your own head. However, Angel will be referred to as "he", because she's so young.

Review when you're done please!

I don't own RENT.

"Mimi?" fourteen-year-old Angel asked his best friend as they leaned against ledge on the roof of their run down apartment building in Alphabet City.

"Mm hmm?" answered twelve-year-old Mimi, lost in thought. The two of them had been absentmindedly looking down at the dirty streets with people dealing drugs and going about their business for a few minutes.

"Could you do me a favor?" Angel asked quietly.

"Sure," Mimi said looking at him. "What's up?"

Angel bit his lip for a moment and scratched at the dirt on his old jeans. Finally, he turned to Mimi. "Kiss me," he said, seriously.

"What?" Mimi asked, making a disgusted face. "Why?"

"Just— just because," Angel answered, but the look on his face gave away that he had a reason.

"First of all, I'm not doing anything without a reason," Mimi said to him. "And second of all, eww, no. That's gross."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Am I getting this from the sixth grader who's already made-out with two different boys, neither of which were her boyfriend?"

"Angel………" Mimi whined softly. Angel knew she wasn't just whining because he had made fun of her; he had also called attention to the difference in their ages, which neither of them did as an unspoken rule.

"Well, you did," Angel replied as Mimi pouted slightly.

"Well— well, yeah," Mimi stuttered awkwardly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But— but that was different. You're— you're Angel. You're my best friend. I can't kiss you."

"Please Mimi?" Angel asked again, and this time he almost looked worried about it. "Just once. I don't ask for much of you, anyway."

Mimi sighed; she knew that Angel had a point. The two of them held eye contact for a long moment. "Fine," Mimi said finally.

Angel stopped leaning against the ledge and turned to face Mimi. Making a worried apprehensive face, Mimi leaned over, and a little up, to quickly kiss Angel on the lips. She drew back quickly, making a face.

"That—that was gross," Mimi said to Angel with an amused-confused look. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand.

"Yeah," Angel replied with a half smile, half sigh. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" He looked at Mimi. The two of them laughed, although Mimi did for much longer than Angel. He put his elbows back on the ledge and looked back out on the streets, though he wasn't really seeing them. Mimi resumed the same position, but she wasn't lost in thought.

"But Angel?" Mimi asked with a sideways glance at him. "What was that about?"

Angel smiled briefly and turned to face her. "It was nothing," he said with a shake of his head.

"No it wasn't," Mimi replied. "I know you had a reason. Tell me. Please?"

Angel smiled again and waved his hand. "Don't worry about it," he answered. "I'll tell you later. It wasn't that important."

Mimi sighed. She rested her chin in her hand as she leaned against the ledge, having no idea how important it really had been.