So sorry for long update gap. School is starting to…overwhelm. I'm failing Algebra and about to fail Physics. It's great! Love it… -growls-

Last Five Years is kick ass, in case you guys just wanted to know…

And this is a long chapter, be happy!

DISCLAIMER: don't own RENT

Roger dropped the kids off at school with Collins. They then had to go out to grocery stores and get food for the party tomorrow night. Roger had no idea what to cook since he never ever cooked before. He only watched Mimi cook or the people at Wendy's. He didn't cook, and he couldn't cook. Maybe Collins could provide some relief.

Or so he thought.
"What the hell can I cook a bunch of ten years old, and their mothers, without really overworking and yet still look impressive?" Roger asked him.

Collins looked at him and laughed.

"Hell, you think I know?" he asked. Roger sighed.

"I should never have agreed to this," he mumbled.

"Hey, must I remind you that they freakin' pay for our damn AZT so we ain't dead yet due to them," Collins told him. Roger grunted.

"Right now I wish I was."

"Don't say that," Collins told him.

"Hey, you wanna cook for those people?" Roger asked him. Collins shook his head.

"Damn, it'd rather be dead…wait…oh god, just…cook spaghetti," he told Roger.

"But what if there are any vegetarians?" Roger asked Collins. Collins smirked.

"Simple. No meatballs."

"I love you."

"Okay, too much info," Collins replied. Roger laughed and they continued grabbing the food.

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Roger was sitting on the couch, playing the guitar slowly. He was so wrapped up in his music that he didn't take notice of the rapping on the door until someone finally banged on it.

"What the hell?" he mumbled under his breath. He put his guitar aside and went to the door. He opened it quickly.

"What do you want?" he asked.

There was a woman standing there and she looked at Roger. She wasn't gorgeous, nor was she ugly. She had long brown hair that was wavy and touched her waist. She had those artsy glasses and blue eyes.

"Are you Roger Davis?" she asked him. Roger scanned her.

"Depends," he replied.

"I'm Trisha Salmon, I'm the girl scout leader," she stated. Roger looked at her.

"Okay, look, there are no meatballs. So if there's a vegetarian…"

"Well, Angel doesn't lie," Trisha replied.

"W-what?"

"You are dashing…"

Roger could feel his face heating up. Damn, why did she tell these things to people? She knew that he loved Mimi and only Mimi.

"Look, I'm not interested in dating…"

She then noticed the wedding ring. "Oh, married?" she asked.

"She died."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry…"

"Well you sure are damn outgoing just to say I'm handsome," Roger told her. Trisha smiled.

"Can I come in?" she asked him.

"Um…I was kinda busy," he replied.

"Doing what…"

"Um…writing," he told her quickly.

"Oh, stuff for work."

"No…a song."

"Oh, you're a musician," she said. "That's pretty cool."

"Yeah…"

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go then," she said quickly. Roger said bye and he shut the door. He then went back to the guitar and strummed the guitar strings…

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"What's for dinner?" Thom asked him around seven. Roger looked at the kids. Mimi was half-way asleep, Angel and Thom were watching TV and Thom was hungry.

"Leftovers," Roger told Thom.

"What? I hate leftovers."

Roger looked at him. "Tough."

"But Roger…we want like…"

Roger sighed. "What do you want?" he asked him.

"I want pizza."

"Okay, we'll order pizza."

"California Pizza Kitchen."

Roger took in a deep breath. "Why do you kids have to be so picky?" he asked them. "Fine, I'll bake…the pizza. Dang, that sounds weird."

Roger went to the freezer and grabbed the Three Cheese Pizza and preheated the oven. He watched the show with Angel and Thom. It was something with a big swirly pink headed fairy and her dumb husband or something like that.

He then put the pizza in the oven and turned on the timer for 14 minutes. He watched the next TV show, which was Full House. Roger hated Full House. Because it was always happy at the ending. Unlike reality. He realizes that people want a happy ending, but that never happened. Everything was alright at the ending of every single Full House episode.

But not everything was alright at the ending of every single episode of Life.

He then heard the oven beeping.

"Oh shit."

He hopped up and opened the oven. There was the pizza, burned to a crisp. He groaned.

"Does this mean we aren't getting pizza?" Thom asked.

"We are sticking with TV dinners," Roger hissed.

He tried to practice, but failed.

He knew he was going to die tomorrow with the moms…