Author Notes: Haha yes, my second update this week. I owe you guys more updates.
Once again, this is not mine.
Oh! I forgot to mention it last chapter, but this story came in 3rd place at SeriouslyRENT on livejournal for the 'Best Portrayal of Mimi Marquez'
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My Name is…..
Viva La Vie Boheme!
"Benjamin?" I snapped out of my trance, back into reality.
"Yes Allison?" I asked my wife.
"That's the third time you've zoned out today, is everything alright?" I nodded, trying to put the matter aside.
"Fine, just fine."
"Oh…well anyway, my father wanted to see you in his office."
"Sure." I got up, nonchalantly and headed down to my father in…I mean Mr. Greys office. This is what my life has become now. Business. All about making a profit and keeping the higher ups happy.
"Ah, Benjamin." Mr. Grey greeted me, motioning for me to sit. I did.
"I see it's been peaceful lately, no more ruckus going on in Alphabet city lately. This pleases me."
He's talking about Maureen's protests. There haven't been many lately…wonder why.
For what seems like eternity he goes on to talk about the buildings on the block, in particular, the building Mark and Roger live in. The building I used to live in before I gave up my bohemian beliefs and joined the corporate world.
"Now go collect the rent." He said. I sighed. This was the monthly speech I received about how we had to charge the tenets for rent because of the profit it would eventually bring my cyber studio.
Of course I haven't started it yet.
"Yes sir." I said, standing up and heading out of his office.
I sighed as I jumped in my Range Rover and began my drive from Westport to the loft. I dreaded these days. As much as I don't like to admit it, those guys are my friends and I do care for them. There are times when it's killed me to go down there and collect rent, because most of the time, they don't have it. It's understandable; most of their money goes towards food and AZT.
"What happened to Benny, what happened to his heart?"
What did happen to me?
"The rent…"
"You're wasting your time…"
"We're broke!"
"And you broke your word…"
Guess I did didn't I? Despite my promises of free rent, I still went and took whatever money they had just to please my father in law.
I never admitted it, but that Christmas Eve two years ago after Maureen's big homeless protest, when the entire gang rounded at the Life Café for a celebration, I never admitted it, but I wanted to join in. I wanted to be dancing and singing on those tables right along side those people I once called close friends. My former roommate at Brown, the one who let me stay with him and his friends and eventually we became a family. Now it's a different kind of family. Three new members were added, while one was subtracted.
I was such an asshole to them. I treated them like dirt, took their money and tried to take my friends girlfriend. I don't deserve their friendship anymore, frankly I don't think they're willing to give it to me.
I pulled up on the street of the loft and parked.
Viva La Vie Boheme!
So much for that…
I glanced up at the balcony and sighed.
"Ho ho ho…" I muttered and slammed the door to my range rover and headed up the stairs of the apartment building.
My name is Benjamin Coffin…and I sold out.
Author Notes: REVIEW! Next up is Collins.