Rent belongs to Jonathan Larson. And by god I love him (purely platonic). He is truly a wonderful writer, and I have him to thank for great songs. This is a past and present chapter. Since I figure transitions from place to place would be boring I'm just going to skip the characters to what locations I want them to be. Any suggestions to make my story more attractive? Oh, by the way this is going to deal with Roxie and Angel's hate for each other. Also, I will skip to present time.


-Around the older teen years-

It had been a long hot summer day, and the time it wasn't as pleasant as a previous meeting. It was sticky, uncomfortable, and most importantly… A time in your life where being the best meant more then anything. There wasn't a time when a certain someone wasn't willing to put down someone who was closer to them then they had thought.

"What the hell's your problem?" The younger of the two had finally snapped quite irritated indeed. There was only so many times one could take being the end of every joke, and constantly being pushed around and teased by who you considered family. The heat didn't help too much either.

The two were near the park by the old abandon building. It was supposed to be an old factory or something, but that probably wasn't true. Considering it was so small and had a fence around it. Barbwire on the top, but a spot in-between that gate where you could just barely fit.

" Oh come on. Are you going to whine even more? Why not you just suck it up for once. I swear, you are the baby of the family." Emerald eyes had glared to the darker ones. Crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against one of the old building walls Roxie wasn't exactly going to ease up anytime soon. It wasn't her thing to do anyways. She never had a habit of being too forgiving.

Angel had just glared back and walked over to an old pile of glass. She just stood there looking out the old dusty broken window in hopes that someone would finally arrive. This meeting was a little plan they had for awhile with friends. Why both cousins were invited, people still didn't quite understand. It was a bad combination either way.

Finally, a blue-eyed boy had made his way through one of the old windows. "Hey baby." He called out directing this towards Roxie. His blonde hair was somewhat messy and he had worn old baggy clothes. Why was this selfish gal dating him again? Oh yeah, that thing called money. Unfortunately he didn't flaunt it so much. Wrapping one arm around her waist he planted a kiss on her cheek. Roxie just smiled somewhat bitterly in reply.

Well, not much had gone on but pointless hanging out. Yet, it was constantly 'cold' there and if any slightly controversial subject between the two had come up things would only get worse. Then, a fight had happened from one small little thing. Of course, between those two there would be plenty of small squabbles to share.

"You know what you're problem is Angel?" There we go again, Roxie's constant speeches on telling people what was wrong with them. Maybe it was the rush of the conflict that had gotten her and made her happy with the whole situation. "You are always so defensive about everything. Plus, you're such an attention whore constantly dressing like a slut." She wasn't exactly one to talk about dressing like a slut though. Even if she was able to pull it off and make it look half decent.

Angel had only stared back in reply for a few moments. Trying to register why her cousin was taking such a gamble on starting this old argument again. "Excuse me? You're the one who's practically begging any guy with a few extra dollars to sleep with you. And you call me the slut? I don't think you have one inch of ground to stand on. So you better back off." To say the least, Roxie's boyfriend was a very intelligent person in this light. When anything female, or close enough, was arguing amongst each other it wasn't a man's job to try to fix it.

Well the fight had ended as most did. There was screeching, pushing, and basically every essential of a catfight.

-Present time-

Luckily Roger and Mimi had left off somewhere else and Mark and Roxie had the loft to themselves for a while. In Rosando's eyes they really were not an item or even a couple, and Mark, well poor Markie didn't know what to think. They had an old TV set that was stolen from some old second hand store. It was turned on and the two were simply relaxing on the couch. Playfully the emerald-eyed young man had stretched out resting her legs on the filmmaker's lap.

"So, are you going to take care of me or something? How about you tell me how pretty I am and we both can just relax for awhile." A playful smiled made it's way upon the youth's face and this was showing a small light showing this was intended for humor. "It's been so hard trying to just take a break. I used to be a dancer and so I'm just glad stuff's coming easier to me. Instead of being horribly difficult. I'm starting to love every moment of it."

Mark had laughed lightly and replied, "Well being a cameraman who's trying to make a documentary isn't so easy either. Between trying to run away from certain angry people and trying to find a story… It's getting more and more difficult." His old and faithful scarf was just where it should be.

Raising a brow Rosando asked somewhat sweetly with a coy smile, "Would you mind taking me out with you sometime… That actually sounds a little interesting…" Well, no reason to be over bearing and more on the creepy side. After being so antisocial there was no reason to go bi-polar on him. Surprisingly enough, the loft would still be more comfortable then a padded room… In a sense. "If you don't mind of course." Looked like a woman, talked like a woman, but had the habit of snapping back and being just like 'one of the guys'.

"That sounds great. In terms of free time though. When do you think you'll actually be able to make it?"

"Tomorrow I should have a day off…"

"Perfect, we'll go to the park."

I've been changed, yes really changed. These past few days, when I see myself… I seem like someone else…


Sorry this chapter may not be too good. Anyways, those last few lines are from "I don't know how to love him" by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Next chapter will be better. The first part was written quite some time ago, and I just needed to finish it. The next chapter will be better! If you have any suggestions please tell me!