A/N : Okay— so it's been a while since I've posted, and I'm sorry, but the story remains the same.

I forgot to mention if I owned RENT … I would have mucho mulah.

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Chapter Four- Barstools and Boyfriends

As I sat in the rundown bar on Avenue B, who should walk in but Benjamin Coffin III. He was apparently Mimi's flavor of the week.

"Roger, hi," he greeted. Why did he sound so nervous?

"Hello Benjamin." He didn't deserve to be called Benny, and I hope I heard how pissed off I was at him.

"Where'd you go? Back to Rehab?"

"What do you want, Benjamin? I'm doing my best to find Mimi," I snapped, and I am going to find her whether you like it or not, I finished silently.

"We broke up." Broke up? Wow, shocker.

"Broke up…why?" I wasn't consoling him… just pumping him for information.

"Well, we didn't break it off officially. She ran away and dropped out of rehab so…" He actually sounded angry that they broke up. "Have you heard from her at all?" I knew he could tell that I still loved her.

"No, Benjamin. That is why I am trying to find her," I said getting more pissed off.

"Roger, sitting in a bar drowning your sorrows isn't going to finding her." Damn him! Why did he have to be so right!

"I don't see you doing anything to find her, Benjamin." I tried to get out of my seat, my anger seething.

"She loves you, Ro-," I cut him off.

"Benny, I'm doing my best to find her."

With that, I went out for a cigarette… damn him.