Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. But I own Adrian, Travis, and Hayley. And Roger's parents

Author's Note: This fic is primarilly about Roger. It goes through his life before RENT, from age 13 - 21 (we'll just say that's how old he was in the movie...). And Adrian & Roger's relationship is pretty fun to write. Because they're practically complete opposites, being forced into a room together.

The Life Of A Bohemian: Roger Davis
Chapter Four

After what seemed like forever, but was only five hours, the school day was finally over. I was thinking as I stood at the bike rack, waiting for Collins, Mark, and Maureen.

Collins came out first, walking over to me, "Hey Rog," He smiled, "We're going to head over to Bohemia. Mark can't wait any longer."

"Count me in." I said, looking at Collins.

"You're joking right?"

I shook my head, "Dad won't know where I went, I'll just be missing for however long we're there."

"You're digging your own grave..." Collins muttered, as Mark and Maureen came outside.

Maureen looked at me, "We'll see you tomorrow Roger,"

"I'm coming."

Maureen raised an eyebrow, "But your dad..."

I shrugged, "He won't know."

"But he'll kill you!" Mark exclaimed.

I got onto my bike, "Not brutally."

The three of them exchanged glances behind my back, I couldn't see it, but I knew it was happening. "Are we going? Or what?" I asked.

I heard them get onto their bikes, Collins pedaling in front of me, "Let's go." And the four of us went towards Bohemia, Mark and I following Collins and Maureen.

About twenty minutes later, we got there, "Wow."

Maureen looked at me, "Welcome to Bohemia."

"Shit, it's amazing." I muttered under my breath.

Mark raised an eyebrow, "Kind of the exact opposite of your dad's dream world."

I laughed, "Let's go in."

Mark looked at me, "That's trespassing!"

"Who's here to stop us?" I asked, carrying my bike in.

Collins and Maureen followed, doing the same. Mark was the last one in, hesitant as usual. "I don't think this is such a good idea..."

"We're just going to check out an apartment or two." Collins said, the four of us heading up to the top. I found the door to one of the ones on the top floor unlocked.

I opened it, "These aren't apartments dude. They're fucking lofts."

"Well, we didn't exactly go in..." Maureen replied, walking in.

"It's so... inviting." I said, leaning my bike against the wall. "It speaks to me."

Collins laughed, "You can't move out for four years."

"The moment I can, I'm moving in here."

"Whatever you--," Collins paused at the sound of sirens.

The four of us looked at each other, "That's us, isn't it?" I asked, cringing.

Collins crept over to the window, looking out on the balcony. Two cops were running into the building. "Yeah."

Mark was shaking like crazy, "It could be one of the other lofts..."

"Chill Mark." I said, taking a deep breath, "Just hide, I'll take the blame."

Collins looked at me, "Your dad will murder you worse than any of our parents! You hide!" He turned around to say something to Mark and Maureen, but they were gone.

"Me and you?"

"Me and you." Collins confirmed.

The two bolted into the loft, "Hands up!" The taller shouted.

Collins and I put our hands up.

The shorter one looked at us, "It's a couple of kids..."

"It doesn't matter if they're kids or adults, it's still trespassing, and against the law."

The shorter one nodded, "Hands behind your back!"

We obeyed, "Getting arrested sure is a work out." I muttered to Collins as they put the handcuffs on us.

Collins bit back a laugh as they brought us out of the loft and down to their car. The two of us were now in the backseat, and the cops were driving off to the station.

"What were you two thinking?" The shorter cop asked from the passenger seat.

Collins said nothing, but I replied, "We have the right to remain silent."

The taller cop rolled his eyes, "Those rights are only for adults."

"Well that's bull." I muttered under my breath, and Collins kicked me in the shin.

After what seemed like hours, but was really minutes, we arrived at the station. They pulled us out of the car and inside, and I heard an oddly familiar voice. "You have the trespassers?"

"It was a couple of kids, sir."

"Bring them in." Then the two of us were dragged into the chief's office.

"Roger?"

I looked up, and it was my father's brother, "I can explain?"

Collins winced.

"You better start."

"Well... um... You see," I stared down at my uncle's desk, "We went for a bike ride after school... And we uh... saw the building and went in..."

"Even though you know it's illegal."

"Yeah..."

"And who are you?" My uncle asked, looking at Collins.

"Tom Collins, sir."

"And you know that trespassing is illegal too right?"

"Yes sir." Collins replied, staring down at his feet.

"If Mr. Grey, the building owner, decides to press charges you could both get in trouble. You know that right?"

We both nodded.

"I expected better of you Roger." My uncle said, disappointment obvious in his voice.

"Don't they all..."

"You both should call your parents right now." He said, looking at Collins, "Tom, you can call your parents first, the phone is right outside."

Collins stood, leaving the room. And I found myself face to face with my uncle Toby. "Roger, why the hell did you do it?"

I shrugged, "I didn't know there was a silent alarm, first of all."

"That doesn't make it right."

"You aren't my dad, you have no right to lecture me." I snapped.

He looked at me, "But I am your uncle."

"Point?"

"Roger, you aren't making things very good for yourself right now."

"I fucked up, okay?" I snarled, "I know I shouldn't have, but I did."

"Your brothers--,"

"My name isn't Adrian. And my name isn't Travis." I said, "I'm not my brothers. I'm me. I'm Roger." I looked at him, "I'm nothing like them, I am my own person."

"I know you aren't them." He replied, running a hand through his hair, "But it wouldn't kill you to take a page out of their book."

"Whatever." I muttered, slumping down in the chair with my arms crossed.

"Go call your father." Uncle Toby snapped.

I stood up and left the room, sitting in the chair by the phone where Collins had been only minutes ago. I dialed my number.

One ring.

Two rings.

"Hello?" Travis.

"Travis?"

"Roger?"

"Yeah..."

He sighed, "What's up?"

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Number one, don't you have your bike? And number two, where are you?"

Travis was generally better than Adrian, much easier to deal with. "No, and the police station."

"I'm on my way." He said, "And you're telling me the whole story in the car, when we go to pick up your bike."

"Alright."

"See you in ten minutes."

"Bye."

"Bye." Click.

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