I am SO tempted to put Collins here. But, no. Angel needs someone else. Sorry, CollinsAngel fans, I promise Collins will get into this story by the end.

And I'm sorry to the MimiRoger people, too, but Mimi does need someone else. Once more, I promise he will wander his way into the story later.

Disclaimer: Well, no one reads these so I'll put a little joke: Ducky owns RENT. See you laughed! So, yea, Read & Review, please! I know some people who are reading aren't reviewing!

The arrived at the doors to the gym. An usher demanded they show their student IDs, and he almost didn't let Angel in. He made Angel prove that he really was Mike, and Angel just lifted a corner of the wig up. The usher scoffed and let them both in. It was dark, just as Mimi had predicted, with lasers and lights and – was that a smoke machine? It was heaven for Mimi. She could just move her body and dance all she wanted. She and Angel found Street and Gaby in a corner, being wallflowers. Mimi pranced up to them.

"C'mon, you two! Dance! Live a little!"

She got mumbled "no"s in response

"Why not?"

More mumbling.

"Suit yourself." She went over to the dance floor, and Angel did a little hop-skip wave and followed her. Street stared at her, wondering.

"Hey, Gabbs?"

"Yea?"

"Doesn't that girl dancing with Michelle look really familiar?"

"Yea, the face does. I wonder what her name is?"

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Mimi and Angel were having the time of their lives. Angel had completely forgotten that she was really a boy, and copied Mimi's moves to the best of his ability. And she was good. Mimi saw Gaby walking up to the pair of them, a huge smile on her face.

"Hey, Gaby!" Mimi greeted her.

"Hey, Michelle. Who's your friend?"

"They call me Mimi for the night, hun. And this is Angel."

"Hi, Angel." Mike waved back, winking at Michelle. Gaby didn't suspect a thing.

"Hey Miche- I mean Mimi, where's Mike? You two are usually inseparable." Angel laughed out loud at this one.

"Oh, he's here." Mimi kept a completely straight face.

"Donde esta?"

"I'll show you. Go get Street and meet me by the tree just outside okay? Angel and I have something to show you." Gaby scampered off, and Angel turned to Mimi with a worried look on her face. She was turning back into Mike.

"Mimi-chica, are you sure…?"

"Of course. They are our friends, Angel-chica. If they don't accept it, too bad for them." She frog-marched Angel over to the tree, winking and waving at the cuties that gave her a second glance all the while.

"Chica…" Angel warned when she saw this behavior.

"I'll be careful, don't you worry."

"Of course, chica…" But she made a mental note to keep an eye out for her.

They were at the tree by now, and waiting calmly for Gaby and Street. Mimi saw two figures running towards them, and called out,

"Gaby1 Street! Over here!"

The figures changed their course and walked towards the voice that just called them.

"Michelle? Where's Mike?" Street asked once he got there.

"Mike's right here." Mimi motioned to Angel.

"But, you just said that this is Angel." Gaby pointed out, confused. Angel bowed his head and took off the wig.

"Hi, I'm Angel." He said simply. "Formerly known as Mike." He gave a little laugh.

"'Oh my god…" Gaby said softly. Street shook his head and looked disbelieving.

"You actually… really… did it." He could not believe it. He reached over to hug his friend. Angel hugged him back as if this had happened before, but they both knew that no one would mention it ever again. It was an unspoken rule that Mike was Mike and Angel was Angel… two different people.