-Mumbles curses at it wouldn't let me log in!
As in love with it as I am, I still don't own RENT
A sandwich, an orange juice carton as well as a few weeks later, Michelle felt pretty much at home with the school. She only had three out of her seven classes with Mike, but she made new friends as well. A girl named Gaby and another boy who simply went by Street (no one knew his real name, not even his foster-parents) joined their group. The four of them almost always had lunch together and today was no exception.
Topic of the day: the dance this coming Friday.
The first words out of Mike's mouth when he slid onto his seat at the table were, "Has anyone been asked to the dance yet?"
"No," Michelle sighed.
Gaby and Street both blushed. Michelle looked at Mike, who was looking right back.
"Um - " Street began, running a hand through his gelled hair. Gaby decided to get it over with, like a band-aid.
"Streetaskedmetogowithhim." Michelle squealed.
"Oh, that's adorable!"
"But just as friends!" Street hurriedly shushed Michelle.
"Alright, alright." She stopped. squealing
"Hey, Michelle," Mike said in an undertone, so Street and Michelle couldn't hear. "Can I talk to you later?"
Michelle gave him a curious look. "Sure…" she agreed in the same tone. Gaby got up, suddenly, knocking her chair over.
"Shit! I forgot to do my math! I'll be in the courtyard, okay?"
"Alright."
Michelle leaned over the table to Street. "So, what happened?" Street mumbled something incoherent. "Stre-eet…"
"We were on the phone, and - "
"What were you talking about before?" Mike interrupted.
"Um, well, we were talking about an upcoming movie. The one with Thelma and Louise?"
"Si, si si. Go on."
"And, I just sort of, asked her?"
"One, two three..." Michelle counted at Mike
"Awww." They both crooned at the some time. Street cringed. "Please. You two are such gir-" he stopped short. "Sorry Mike."
"No harm done." Mike laughed.
--After School--
"Michelle – chica?" Mike called after the girl.
Michelle turned around. "Si?"
"Well, I just wanted to know… what would you say if I went to the dance… in a dress?" Michelle gawked, then smiled.
"Oh! That would be so much fun! If you could get a wig, I have las ropas perfectas for you! You need to come over to my house – Mama won't be home, but Grace, my little sister, will. Ohh! We are going to have so much fun!"
"I'm glad you think so, Michelle, but what about the rest of the kids here? Remember that note…"
"Don't worry, Mike! If they don't like it, ignore them and have fun. It'll be dark anyways, so no one will recognize you."
Mike hugged Michelle tight. "Thank you so much, chica. You're the best."