Hey everybody, I'm back! I am really sorry for taking so long, but remember that fatigue I mentioned before? yeah, that turned out to be mono so I was down and out for about a week and a half. But I'm all better now and back on track. Oh and before I forget a special congrats to JadeHawk who was the first one to find my hidden RENT lyric (That was a very loud noise/That was a very loud beep) and also to L Ducky and Ethiwen who found it as well. Also good job to Rent is my anti drug who thought of one I hadn't even intended. I'll shut up now so you can read. Enjoy and don't forget to look for lyrics! There are...(counting)...2 more obvious ones, but two more if you squint. Good luck!

Disclaimer: Just fanfiction by a fan, I don't own RENT.

The area around the flagpole was jampacked with people. Huge signs positioned in a semicircle around a raised platform indicated where you should go.

Mark staggered up to the sign that read "Cabin B" and leaned against, gasping for breath.

"Please…no…more," he panted. Maureen slid off his back with a pout.

"Are you calling me fat?" She asked in a warning tone.

"No, he's admitting that he is a scrawny, little weakling," Cindy said, standing on her tip-toes to see where her cabin was grouped at. "Well, there I am. See you later." She joined another girl standing at the "Cabin G" sign.

"I need to go find my group," Mark said giving Maureen a hug.

"Don't leave me, Pookie!" she exclaimed dramatically, practically sweeping the boy up in her arms and actually managing to squeeze out a tear.

"You are such a drama queen," he said, but he was laughing. He persuaded her to put him down and started off in the other direction.

"Farewell!" she shouted after him, eyes closed and hands over heart, "I count the minutes until we are joined again!" He rolled his eyes and disappeared into the crowd.

Maureen opened her eyes and saw the girl she had seen earlier with the man in the suit standing in front of her, very openly staring (as were quite a few people at that point.) The drama queen gave her a big smile.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, "You're my cabin buddy."

"Yeah, I saw you before," the girl replied, "I'm Joanne. My dad's the idiot who wear's a suit to take his daughter to camp." Maureen's eyes widened.

"Oops," she said, "Sorry about that, I…"

"No, that's fine," Joanne interrupted, "That's basically what I told him this morning. My dad's a lawyer so the fact that that suit is five years old makes it casual clothes. My family is insane." Maureen smiled.

"We'll get along fine. I'm Maureen."

POPOPOPOPOPOPOP

I wonder if they even realize I'm still here, Mimi wondered ruefully. Her friend and the newly found Tom Collins had barely taken their eyes off each other since they left the cabin.

"Hey look!" she shouted pointing at the sky, "It's Superman! He stuck on the side of a blimp!"

"That's nice," Angel replied, not looking away. Mimi sighed. Suddenly something, or more precisely someone, caught her eye.

"Hey Angel, what's your cabin again? Isn't it L?" When her friend didn't respond she poked his neck and shouted, "Oh my God, it's a killer spider!"

Then after she and Tom had stopped Angel's terrified shrieks and convinced him that there wasn't really a spider, she repeated her question.

"Yeah, it's Cabin L. Why?" Angel snapped, still rubbing his neck and glaring at his small friend.

"Look at your other cabin buddy," she said pointing, "Meow."

He was medium tall, with shaggy, dirty-blond hair that fell just barely missed his piercing green eyes. He leaned casually against the cabin sign, hands in pockets, and scowled out at nothing, his eyes misted in thought.

"Yeah, if you like the brooding types," Angel agreed.

"Better than the yuppie types," Mimi murmured softly. Angel shot her a knowing glance and she shot him a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Okay, just wanted to make sure. You promised to forget about him."

"I have. Trust me!"

Tom was looking back and forth between Angel and Mimi with a confused look. He opened his mouth, then thought better of his questions and closed it.

"Well I better go find the Cabin B sign," Mimi said brightly. "Meet up with you later at lunch?"

"You got it Meems."

She gave him a hug and turned to leave, running smack into Mark who was fiddling with his camera.

"Ow!"

"Sorry! Excuse me, oops," he fumbled, blue eyes wide and apologetic.

"That's okay," she said, rubbing her side and taking note of his awkwardness. "Boy's tend to accidentally run into me a lot. I'm Mimi. And you are?" He failed to notice the teasing tone of her voice, his face turning beet red.

"Oh, I'm not…I was just…I mean I'm here with my…Mark, Mark, I'm Mark," he said, speaking rather quickly. "Listen, I'm sorry…"

"No, I'm fine. Really." She turned and walked off, hiding a giggle. The boy looked like a puppy that had done something bad.

"Way to go, Mark,"the embarrassed boy told himself. It wasn't until he heard a giggle that he realized he had spoken out loud. He blushed again as he looked over and saw the Hispanic boy he'd seen earlier.

"Don't worry Mark, Mimi was just teasing you," Angel reassured him. Tom looked away, fighting the impulse to laugh. He connected eyes with the boy leaning against the Cabin L sign who shaking his head, his shoulder shaking with silent mirth.

Mark sighed and rubbed his temples. "Anyway…" Just then he noticed the boy.

"Roger?" he asked incredulously peering at him. The boy smirked.

"Took you long enough."

"Well I didn't exactly see you til now." Mark went to hug the boy, but thought better of it and lightly punched his shoulder.

Angel looked back and forth between them. "This is just a wild guess, but do you two know each other?"

"We were best friends in fifth and sixth grade before Roger moved," Mark explained. "God, I haven't seen you in like, what? Two years?"

"And a half," Roger corrected. "Are you in Cabin L?"

"Yeah, you?"

"No I'm just pretending. Tha's why I'm standing here."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm in this cabin. Moron."

"Screw you."

"A strange kind of friends," Tom laughed. "Hi, I'm Tom Collins. I'm in L too."

"And I'm Angel," the Hispanic boy offered. "So where's our counselor? Isn't he supposed to be here?" Roger pointed to the platform where a group of kids in their late teens early twenties were milling around. "That's him up there apparently. He's the tall, black one talking to the blond chick." Angel turned, saw him and froze.

"Oh shit."

POPOPOPOPOPOPOP

Mimi searched for her cabin sign. She spotted it and made her way over.

"Hi," she greeted the two girls already standing there. "Are you in B?"

"Yeah," the taller one replied. "I'm Maureen and this is Joanne. Are you Mimi?"

"That's what they call me," the Spanish girl replied. "Is this it for us?"

"I thought we were supposed to have one more. Some girl called Angel?" Joanne said.

Mimi laughed. "Yeah, that didn't really work out. See, Angel my friend and technically not a girl. He's gay and we wanted to share a cabin, but the camp manager guy won't let him stay with us."

"That is so mean!" Maureen explained. Joanne nodded knowingly.

"Well, he was disappointed about that until he met one of his cabin buddies. Don't think he's quite so bummed out about it anymore," Mimi smirked. Maureen giggled.

"Can I have your attention please campers?" The noise settled from a roar to a dull buzz as a middle-aged man on the platform with a megaphone held up his hand for quiet. The counselors arranged themselves in a line beside him. Mimi's eyes absentmindedly scanned them before coming to a rest on the tall, black guy at the end of the line. Her face turned white.

"Oh shit," she echoed her friend.

I forgot to mention this before but last chapter Angel's mom was lying when she said two weeks. Sorry but I don't have two weeks of RENT campage in me. I mean do you realize what the timespan of this chapter is? Like 20 minutes! It's only a one week camp. Okay, next up: assembly type thing and lunch at Camp Wahoo. Review please!