Guh I had ideas for this chapter the night before I went back to school, and just HAD to write them down. So I present to you- the drama of… Prom. Oh, and I looked at the hit-counter thingy on my stats page- over 10,000! I know, most of them are from when you click on the story and end up on chapter 1 and then go to the new one, but still, that's pretty sweet. :D Thanks everyone for reviewing, and… um… Gwee! Oh, and for some reason the line-thingy doesn't appear to be working... Hmmm...

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.

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--Prom part I--

-Angel's POV-

For the past couple of weeks I've been looking forward to prom. I found a very pretty blue dress at the thrift store, and we even managed to convince the school to allow same-sex couples to buy tickets (long story, not enough time to explain the whole thing). Maureen is bringing her girlfriend, Joanne, who we still don't know as well since we don't see her as much. But the best part is that I can go with Collins, and the chaperones might actually stop anyone who bothers us! It's going to be so much fun! I've been bouncing around all day, and I'm just too excited (bounce bounce).

We all meet at a café for dinner, and Maureen and April and I all compare our dresses and compliment each other on our fashion sense. April and I have managed to get Roger and Collins looking good for the evening, a difficult task- especially with Roger, who is the king of leather jackets and ripped jeans. I have great respect for that girl- she even got him to brush his hair (Roger protests, saying that his hair looks messy on purpose).

After a quick dinner we all go to the school. Collins offers to drive everyone there, and we get to the gym a little early and have to sit outside… but only for a few minutes. Soon we're amidst the crowds of people, dancing and talking and generally having fun.

I wander over to the punch bowl, but Collins stops me before I take any.

"Might want to be careful. I have a hunch that someone may have spiked it." I take a cup and taste it- and sure enough, it tastes alcoholic. I giggle and bring everyone else over to get some before one of the chaperones notices and gets rid of it. Maybe not the best idea, but hey- we're having fun!

We dance for a while, enjoying the slow songs despite the glares we get from other students. I get tired and sit down with Mark, who has consistently refused to dance with anyone. Not even Josh could get him to dance… Speaking of Josh, where is he?

"Hey Marky- where's Josh? He is your date, isn't he?"

"I don't know. Where's Collins?" I look around and shrug. "See- you lost your date too." He sighs and leans his chin on his hands. "I don't know… I'm just not having as much fun as I thought I would."

"Aw, it's prom- you have to dance! You wanna dance with me Marky?" He looks at me like I'm insane. I grab his arm and drag him over to where Maureen and Joanne are still dancing. I get him to move around a bit, but only for a few minutes before he says he's going to sit down again. I see him walk towards the bathroom.

"Ang? You okay?" Maureen asks, touching my shoulder gently.

"Hmm? Yeah I'm fine. Mark just seems a little out of it."

"He's always like that. He just doesn't know how to have fun at school events."

I'm distracted by a sudden noise- the bathroom door banging open, and Mark running quickly out of the gym. That can't be a good thing. I walk towards the bathroom, expecting the worst.

-Collins' POV-

I've been dancing with Angel for a while, and I'm a bit dizzy from the moving and the punch… Don't look at me, I didn't put the vodka in it! I swear. It was someone else, I don't know who. Roger told me about it, and he heard it from someone else who heard it from someone else. I get tired so I go to sit down, but I see Mark looking all depressed and Josh heading towards the bathroom. That boy needs to pay better attention to his Marky.

"Hey Josh- hold on a sec!" I say as I walk quickly over to him. He watches me for a second and then lets the door close. "Bastard." I open the door and walk in, finding him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He opens them and looks at me when I walk in.

"Yeah Col? What is it?" He asks casually. I glare at him.

"Mark is sitting out there looking like someone just died. Go make him feel better. I know you're capable of being sweet and comforting."

"Oh- is someone reminiscing?" He starts giggling and almost falls over. He would have if I hadn't grabbed him and pulled him upright again. "Why thank you honey." He starts giggling again.

"Shut up Josh."

"Make me." He sticks his tongue out and starts giggling again, and I do something completely, totally, stupidly irrational. I kiss him. It starts as just something to shut him up, to make him stop laughing like that. But I can't stop after a moment, as I pin him to the wall and he moans into my mouth. The effect he still has on me sometimes- What the hell am I doing? I have Angel! This is wrong. Completely and totally wrong.

He senses my hesitation, and he flips us so I'm now the one pressed against the wall. Under normal circumstances I would protest that… but these aren't really normal circumstances. I close my eyes and let myself go, all the while hoping we'll be able to stop soon, before-

"Holy shit what are you two doing!"

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-giggle- Cliffhanger! I actually have the whole chapter written, but I decided to split it and keep you guessing! Bwahaha!