Sorry for the long wait and I'm sorry it's so short, but I wanted to get it out. Anyway, this is a very important chapter, so it kinda makes up for the shortness. I don't own RENT and I really hope you like this!

I walked into the park, and found Anne already there and waiting for me. She was curled up and hugging her body for warmth. She was pale and looked completely miserable, but she still smiled when she saw me.

"Hey there stranger." She whispered.

She watched me as I sat down next to her and pulled my camera onto my lap. She coughed, but smiled reassuringly when I asked if she was ok.

"Sorry." She whispered

"For what?"

"For last night…" She paused, looking up in thought. "Its not that I don't-"

I cut her off, "It's ok, it was just… late! Yeah, that's all." I faked a smile to match hers.

She sighed, "But I really, really like you," She whispered, then laughed, "I sound like a catholic school girl!"

"I think you're adorable." I said, once again looking deep into her bright blue eyes, although they were slightly glazed over that day. She smiled and buried her head into my shoulder.

"I'd kiss you, but I don't want to get you sick." Said Anne's muffled voice. She yawned. The sun had since set, and the dark air was steadily growing colder, so I pulled her quivering body close to mine and tried to keep her warm.

"I'll take you in and nurse you back to health." I said, wrapping my arms around her. She put up a halfhearted fight.

"But I want to go home," she mumbled, sneezing and leaning heavily against me. She obviously felt like shit.

"If you go home I can't take care of you!" I laughed.

"Why not?" She sniffed.

"Morgan," was all I had to say.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you're carrying me."

Anne ended up falling asleep on the way to the flat, which gave me time to think. Anne called me. She came out while she was sick to make sure I wasn't mad about her running away from my kiss. She agreed to come home with me and let me help her get better. And she was sleeping in my arms. Does that mean we're an official couple?

With much struggling and putting my body in positions I thought it would never be in, I managed to open the loft door without waking Anne up. I gently placed her on the couch and smiled before getting out something called 'ramen noodles'. I'd heard of it before, but Morgan must have bought it with the money Mom and Dad left her. I read the directions and filled up the cup with hot water.

While it sat (three minutes according to the instructions) I went to check up on Anne. She was still sleeping soundly, clutching at the blanket I'd dug out of the closet. A small smile crossed my face. She was so cute when she was sleeping, but unlike Morgan, she stayed like that.

Morgan. Gosh, she'd be mad if she knew I'd given up her 'bed'. I had a feeling Anne might be staying here all night, so where would my sister sleep? On the floor? No, that would probably be me, and Morgan would comfortably sleep in my bed. Fucking sisters. Why must they always get their way…just by being cute?

Soon enough (three minutes to be exact) the ramen was done and I carefully picked up both cups and two spoons before walking over to Anne, who was beginning to wake up.

"Hi sleepy," I said softly, smiling and offering her a cup of ramen.

"Good day Mr. Sandman," she mumbled, taking the soup.

We sat in a comfortable silence, eating the noodles. Soon, Anne began to slurp them up loudly and greedily. "My mom never let me do it," she explained after seeing the weird look on my face, "So I decided to do it now."

I laughed and a ramen-slurping contest broke out. I won nearly every time, having slurped up noodles for the past few years. Suddenly, we had a new idea- slurp the noodles off the other person's fork. Sure, Anne was sick, but that was okay. Being sick never hurt anyone. And I was AIDS-less, so I had a nice, healthy immune system.

Soon enough, we were both slurping up a noodle…and it was the same one. We were just inches apart and our blue eyes connected. A strange force built between us. This felt so…right. I slowly started to finish the noodle, pulling our faces closer and closer until our lips met…at the same time I heard the door to the loft open.

Yet, unlike last time, she didn't pull away. (Not that I minded.) Maybe I had just imagined it. Yet, I knew I hadn't when I heard a Morgan-sounding voice say, "Awwww…wait, this means Mark has a girlfriend. OH MY GOSH! MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND! THIS IS AWESOME!"

Anne and I pulled apart and faced Morgan and Roger. Morgan looked dumbstruck, yet happy, and Roger was smiling widely. "About time," he mumbled.

I laughed. "Hey!" I said playfully, "I resent that! I've had plenty of girlfriends."

"Mark, trying to win back a girl who didn't want you isn't considered having a girlfriend. It's considered sad and pathetic on your part." Roger said.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say Roger, but I wasn't trying to win her back."

"Of course you weren't."

I was about to respond to Roger's comment when I heard light snoring behind me. Sure enough, Anne had fallen asleep. Poor thing, she was so sick.

Morgan sighed. "Thanks Mark," she said sarcastically, "I just love sleeping on the floor. So just for that, you get no Chinese."

Chinese? That's when I noticed the bag in Morgan's arms. They did say they were going to bring me back dinner. "Ah, come on Morgan. You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

"Damn right you'll sleep on the floor," Morgan said, tossing me the bag of food, "If anyone's gonna be sleeping uncomfortably, it's you."

"Don't swear. Anyway, maybe I'll just sleep on the couch."

"Wow Mark," Roger said, "You two have just been together for not even a day and you're already trying to get into bed with her? You must be really desperate. When was the last time you were laid?"

Morgan started laughing hysterically and Roger smirked. I rolled my eyes. "No. More like her head on my lap like I did the other day with Morgan. Jesus, perverted much Roger?"

To be continued…