I'd sell my soul to own RENT. But, then again, who says that there is a soul?

Still recovering from writer's block, so if it's bad, please just bare with me until later.

Oh, yea, and I'm renaming all the chapters to be quotes from RENT.

Mimi and Mike walked through the doors to school together, still chatting about the new living arrangements.

"You know, you could always just stay in my room – you don't have to move out."

"Mike, chico, I don't want to crowd you…"

"You won't. Tue s mi hermana, remember?" (You are my sister). Michelle hugged Mike at this statement.

"I know, and I love it!"

"What?" Street overheard them.

"Oh, yea. This beautiful chica over here moved in with me." Mike explained. Gaby jumped up and down.

"Oh, that's great! We should have a party! Will and Bret could come and…" Gaby was in full-out party planning mode.

"Speak of the devil…" Street muttered under his breath. Bret was walking towards them. He hugged Mike, and turned to face Street. They had a little stare-down until the bell broke it and they all went off into different classes.

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At lunch, Mimi met up with Will who greeted her with a kiss. Bret finally decided to come out as gay around school, so he and Mike had no problem with PDA. The school could not do anything at risk of being sued. Abuela may be an immigrant, but she knows what she's doing. No one doubted that after what she did when she school was giving Mike purposeful bad classes because he was gay.

The six of them were getting crowded around the small table. Three couples, it was too perfect. They finished their food and were all sitting around the table chatting as usual, when Mike said suddenly,

"Bret? Can I talk to you a sec?"

"Is it bad…"

"I don't think so. Please?" Mimi gave Bret a look. She knew what Mike was going to talk about. She silently wished him luck.

"Sure…" Bret followed Mike out of the cafeteria into the empty bathroom. Mike closed the door and turned around to face Bret.

"Bret, honey, you know how… how we can tell each other everything?"

"Of course."

"Well… I just think we should be careful."

"Of what? Mike…" Mike's water brown eyes looked straight into Bret's green ones.

"Bret… Bret, I have AIDS. I meant to tell you, I really did." Bret's eyes turned stone cold.

"Bret, please don't look at me like that… Bret! Please don't walk out the door, I still want you Bret! BRET!" he screamed as he saw his ex-boyfriend's back falling away from him. He followed the blue shirt down the hall, pleading.

"Bret, please. Can… can we talk? Don't get mad, please, Bret. Please say you still want me…" Bret turned around, tears in his eyes as well.

"I wish I could say that, Mike. I really do. But… you lied to me. You lied to me. Mike, I hate liars. And you have AIDS… Mike, I can't deal with that! We could never go as far as I want, because of a mistake that you fucking made!"

"I didn't make the mistake, Bret! Listen to me! Bret, it was my parents!"

"Well, I don't want to pay for your parent's mistakes." Mike fell to the floor, sobbing.

"You said you loved me,"

"That was then. Now you have AIDS." Bret walked away.

"BRET!" Mike screamed one last time. Bret turned around.

"Oh, yea. I do have one more thing to say." Mike was hopeful for a flash of a second…

"You will never make a good drag queen. Stop trying."

… Then all hope vanished.

Another short one, but its two in one day so it's allowed to be short.

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