I don't own any of the Rent characters- Jonathan Larson does. I only own ones I've made up (Jesse, and now Gwen). Please submit some reviews for me! Do you hate it? Love it? Tell me! Enjoy!
Mark sat at the bar, sipping at his second glass of Chardonnay. The mystery girl kept staring at him, smiling and blushing when he caught eyes with her. After about forty-five minutes of the grinning and blushing, Mark finally got the courage to get up and talk to her. He strolled casually over to her and smiled charmingly.
"Hi." He said, his cheeks a lovely shade of red. "Mind if I sit?"
The girl shook her head, her cheeks were also crimson. She sipped at her apple martini, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger when she put it down.
"I'm Mark by the way." Mark sipped at his wine. "I've never seen you around her before."
"You wouldn't recognize me." She said, looking down. He voice was rather deep for a woman. "I'm Gwen."
Mark grinned. "I love that name." He said, repeating the name quietly. "So you're from around here?"
"Mmhmm, I live on Avenue A." She ran her fingers through her long brown hair. "What about you?"
"Wow, what a small world. I live there too…" Mark studied her. There was something definitely familiar about her.
She looked away. "I…think I should go. I'm sure I'll see you around." She got up and left a tip for the bartender before leaving Mark sitting there alone.
Mark watched her leave. "She look's so familiar…" He said to himself. The bartender overheard him and walked over.
"You'd recognize him…uh…her…without the wig." He said picking up the empty martini glass. Mark looked at him, confused.
"Wig?" He scrunched his eyebrows. "What do you mean…" He stopped himself and stood up quickly. "Oh god. Do you mean that was a…"
"Yup. His name's Gavin." The bartender laughed when he saw Mark's shocked expression.
"Gavin." Mark repeated, finishing his glass of wine. He shook his head, still in shock. "Gavin."
Meanwhile
Collins had made up the couch for Jesse. He threw a pillow at Jesse, grinning broadly. "If you need anything feel free to ask." Collins walked into his room and closed the door. He sat down on his bed and sighed. This isn't Angel. He thought. He's probably not even gay. You just miss Angel; you don't have feelings for Jesse.
Jesse sat down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around himself. The loft was silent; Jesse looked around, breathing quietly. His mind kept straying to Collins. Why did we meet? He pondered. I can't tell him I'm gay. Angel got kicked out of the house for being gay. I just lied to my parents…I'm a horrible person. Jesse sighed miserably. Maybe Collins feels the same way about me…He laid down on the couch and quickly fell asleep.
Later That Night
Mark walked up the stairs to his apartment. He passed Mimi's apartment, there was loud giggling coming from it. Mark rolled his eyes and continued up the stairs. He slid open the door as quietly as he could. He peeked in. Jesse was fast asleep on the couch. He squeezed through the tiny crack, in hopes of not moving the door to wake Jesse. He slowly closed the door, but he slipped and it slammed shut. Jesse sat up quickly.
"Sorry Jesse." Mark mumbled, as he walked into his room. He closed the door and flopped down onto his bed.
Jesse laid down on the couch once again and quickly fell asleep. Mark looked at his alarm clock. 2:30 am. He sighed to himself, reflecting on the nights events until he finally fell asleep.
