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This starts off right where the last chapter left off, so a quick review: Mark is still dancing with his mother (though he wants to dance with Maureen), Maureen is dancing with Collins, Mimi is dancing with Benny, Angel thinks that "Fucking Gorgeous" is straight, but he's still likes him, Roger and Mimi both like each other, and Joanne likes Maureen. Whew!

I still don't own RENT.

Maureen and Collins, meanwhile, were still dancing. Maureen had thought that Collins might start to like her more as an actual girl, versus a friend, if they were dancing together, but it was turning out a bit awkward for both of them.

"Uh, Collins?" asked Maureen after a minute of dancing and not looking at each other. "This is kinda weird."

Collinsmade eye contact with her for the first time since they'd been dancing. "Fuckin' weird," he answered.. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before simultaneously dropping their arms and bursting out laughing. Still smiling, they walked back over to the tables and sat down next to Joanne and Roger.

"What's so funny?" asked Roger.

"Nothing," said Maureen. "We were just laughing over poor Mark up there………"

"Hey," Collins asked suddenly. "Do you guys know who that guy is over there? Sitting alone?"

"That's Angel," answered Maureen. "He's pretty nice, kinda quiet………why?"

"Just wondering………I mean, I feel kind of bad, since he's sitting alone and all………maybe I'll got talk to him."

"Sure," said Roger with a shrug. Collins got up and walked over to Angel.

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Meanwhile, Benny's right hand was slowly traveling down the back of Mimi's waist. She suddenly stamped on his foot with her three inch heels.

"Shit," Benny muttered, putting his hand back on her waist. Mimi just smiled sweetly at him.

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Angel tried his very best not to gasp as Fucking Gorgeous came over and sat down next to him. "Hey," he said.

"Hi," Angel answered nervously, feeling goose bumps erupt all over his arms. "I'm Angel."

"Collins," he said. "Well, Tom Collins, but no one call me that. Are you cold?" he asked, looking at Angel's arms.

"Oh— no, don't worry, I'm fine," Angel answered.

"Here— do you want my jacket?" Collins asked as he took off his sports jacket and handed it to him. "It's probably a little big, but it should cover you."

"Um, yeah, sure," Angel said, taking the jacket. He put it on, hardly daring to believe that Fucking Gorgeous— well, Collins— was flirting with him.

The two of them were both quiet for a minute. Angel was just trying to think of something else to say when it suddenly occurred to him that Collins couldn't be flirting with him. He had just been dancing with Maureen. Suddenly feeling slightly sick Angel said to Collins, "I'm— I'm gonna go get a drink. I'll be right back."

"Do you want me to come?" asked Collins immediately. So maybe he liked him………

"Uh, no, it's fine. Do you want something?" said Angel.

"Um………could you get me a Coke?"

"Yeah, sure," Angel answered. Still wearing Collins' jacket, he walked up to the 'kids bar.'

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Collins was now left sitting alone at Angel's table. He was getting a little confused, considering that he'd never told anyone that he was gay, and now he really thought that he liked Angel, who had just left him. Just then, the song that had been playing ended. Almost immediately, Mark came up to him.

"You danced with Maureen!" Mark shouted at Collins. "Maureen! Don't you know that I have been waiting for today just so that I could ask her to dance forever?"

"Jesus, Mark, calm down," Collins said to Mark. "First of all, she asked me. And second of all………it didn't really work. You saw us go sit down halfway through the song, didn't you?"

"Well— well yeah," sputtered Mark. "But still. The point is that you danced with her. That's not fair."

"Mark, if you really want to dance with Maureen, just go and ask her already. You could have just done that, instead of going up to your mother."

"Collins, everyone was expecting me to do that! My mom told me to! It's what people do at these things! I couldn't just go up to Maureen. All of my relatives would've liked, shunned me or something."

Collins rolled his eyes. "Fine. But you can still ask her. It's your Bar Mitzvah, Mark. Yours. It's not like Maureen's going to say no or anything. And I told you, us dancing together was just weird. For both of us."

Mark slowly sank down into Angel's empty chair. "But I'm scared," he confessed.

Collins rolled his eyes again. "Do you want me to ask her for you?"

"No!" Mark said immediately.

"Then you'll just have to do it yourself. Ask the DJ to play a slow song, and then just you and ask her."

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Meanwhile, Mimi had run up to Angel at the bar as soon as the song was over and she didn't have to dance with Benny anymore. "Oh my G-d, were you just talking with Fucking Gorgeous?" she asked him.

Angel nodded. "You mean Collins," he said with a small smile, biting his lip. "And he gave me his coat to wear." Mimi's eyes widened, and this time she smiled. "But he was just dancing with Maureen," Angel continued. "So I don't know what to think."

"Well then, you'll just have to ask him out later, won't you?" suggested Mimi, smirking.

"No, I won't." Angel answered quickly. "I'll just go talk to him more. I got him a drink." He held up the Coke.

"Aww!" Mimi squealed.

"Don't get too excited yet. This may mean nothing." Mimi rolled her eyes. "Anyways," Angel went on, "how was dancing with Benny?"

"He tried to put his hand on my butt," Mimi replied.

"Oh, sweetie," said Angel, patting her on the arm.

"It's okay," Mimi said. "I stomped on his foot."

Angel laughed. "So," she went on, "if you don't have to dance with Benny anymore, does that mean that you're gonna ask Roger?"

"Maybe," Mimi answered with a small smile. "But before I do that, you should probably go and give Fucking Gorgeous his drink, shouldn't you?"

"Oh, right," said Angel smiling. He picked up both Cokes and walked back over to Collins.

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