DISCLAIMER: Again, I do not own Rent nor do I own the characters of it. They belong to Jonathan Larson. I don't own the song, either. Give and Take belongs to Forever the Sickest Kids. Now, I wasn't going to post this chapter for another week, but I'm anxious, so whatever. It's midnight here, which officially makes it a day later. I might also post the third chapter, considering this one is very short and doesn't really move the story along. Reviews are nice, but not a necessity. Enjoy!
I take one last drag on my cigarette before throwing it aside and stomping it out. Sighing heavily, I pick up the receiver of the payphone with one hand and jam the other into the pocket of my leather jacket. Seventy two cents and a pack of gum. It's enough for a phone call, at least. Cling, cling, cling, the change falls into the phone and is lost forever. Fuck. I try to reassure myself that it's worth it. Ring, ring, ring. Ring, ring, ri-- "Hello?" Shit. It's him.
And there's a pause if you hurt me I'll hurt you too
I can bat around this place I can't get over you
So wait to save me I'll save you too
So wait to save me I'll save you too
If you'll look for me you'll find me baby
We were the best of the rest of
If you'll look for me you'll find me baby
We were the best of the rest of friends
Ziggy Ziggy la la.
Friends Ziggy Ziggy ha ha.
Friends.
Ziggy Ziggy la la.
Friends Ziggy Ziggy ha ha.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?" I find my voice again and although it's been about six or seven months since I've last talked to him, I feel as comfortable as ever. "Roger...? Roger, oh my God, is that you? What the hell happened!? I haven't heard from you in-- What? You hate it there? But Roger, what happened to-- You what?! Rog... I can't just up and move... I'm broke. My parents are paying for me to stay here. I can't just-- Filming is just my hobby. I'm not going to get anywhere with it. I'm-- Christ, stop cutting me off! I can't just drop out and come looking for you, Roger. It was your brilliant plan to move to the city. And do you know what? I supported you, but you just... You forgot about me... No! Don't give me that bullshit. Go find your song, Roger. Just go." He hangs up on me.
And I have lost my mind
And I am lost in time
I can barely think of anything straight
And I can barely feel anything real
And I can barely think of anything straight
And I can barely feel anything real
So wait to save me I'll save you too
So wait to save me I'll save you too