Author's Note: Hey! A lot of people want me to write my Mortal Instruments story, but it doesn't have awesome music like RENT! I love RENT! Well, the live show anyway. I haven't seen the movie version. No, I don't own RENT, but I'm looking for someone to donate all the money to me so I can buy it. If anyone has over a million dollars laying around let me know. ;) FYI: Marks' probably out of character.

Roger's POV

I really thought Mark was going to kill me. I really did. "Look, Mark. I know you're fuming, but can you at least think about something before you kill me?" Mark was sitting on our old beaten up couch while leaned against the wall.

Mark closed his eyes, obviously trying to regain control of him self. "What Roger?" he asked, his voice hard.

I walked over to him. "Why do you care?"

Mark looked up at me. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you care whether we listened or not?" I smirked, knowing I had caught him.

Mark glared at me. "Um…I don't know. Maybe because my private conversations with other people should be, uh, private?"

I shook my head. "Sure, Mark, sure. Are you sure you're not mad because we ruined the moment?"
My best friend's snapped up. "What? No, no, no. I, uh…we," he sputtered.

Grinning I patted him on the back. "Oh, Mark. Poor Mark. You're so blind."

Mark shot me daggers. I ignored him and walked into my room, leaving him alone to ponder what I just said.

Angel's POV (Mimi's loft/apartment)

"So, is everything unpacked?" I asked Symphony. We had just gone shopping for her. She was exceptionally hard to shop with. At first she wouldn't let us buy her anything. Then things got worse. She hated pink, and was a total tomboy. Mimi and I had almost gone insane. It took Mimi and I forever to get her to decide on something; she never really gave her opinion on something, but you could tell by the look on her face that she didn't like it.

Symphony nodded. "I still can't believe it's all my mine. Thank you so much."

Mimi smiled. "Of course. Why don't you change into your new clothes and we'll go see Mark and Roger."

Symphony, still smiling, walked into the small bathroom and I looked at Mimi. "She's adorable."

Mimi nodded. "She and Mark…Did you notice how her face lit up when we mentioned him?"

I grinned. "How could I not?" I shook my head. They'd known each other for mere weeks and everyone already knew they were into each other. Except themselves of course. "We got to get them together somehow. Maybe if we just give them a push in the right direction…"

My best friend smiled. "They're so blind though! They're going to need more than a push. I-" she stopped when Symphony came back out.

She was wearing a pair of medium dark jeans that flared out below the knee. Her shirt was red and black checkered; Angel and I had had a hard time getting her to buy that more than that. We had, forcibly, gotten her to get a hair cut, but we let her pick it out. She had gotten it chopped of to about chin-length, but I made sure she kept the bangs. We offered to let her dye it, but she politely refused.

Symphony looked at the ground. "Um…does it really look okay?"

I laughed. "Are Mimi and I the best dressed people in New York?" I shook my head and led her out the door. "You look great. Come on, let's go see your Mark."

She whirled around and looked at me. "W-what?"

Grinning, I said, "I just said let's go see Mark."

She frowned. "Oh, okay." Turning around, she bit her lip.

It took us only a minute or two to get to Roger and Mark's, because they lived right upstairs. Without bothering to knock I let myself in.

Mark was lying on the couch, asleep. I shook my head. "Hey Symph? Can you wake up Mark? Mimi and I are going to find Roger." She nodded and I pulled Mimi towards Roger's room, shutting the door quietly.

Roger was sitting on the bed with his guitar. He looked up. "Uh…hi? What are you-" I shushed him and pointed through the crack in the door. "Symph is going to wake up Mark."

Roger's smile glistened in the darkness. "So you realize how oblivious they are too?"

Mimi covered his mouth with her palm. "Yes, we do. Now shut up. I can't hear." She whispered fiercely.

Peeking through the crack in the door I could see Symphony pondering how to wake him up. She poked his chest. "Mark? Mark wake up. Mark." She poked him harder. Mark rolled over and grumbled something indistinct. Symphony sighed exasperated. "Mark. Come on. Please wake up?" She shoved him.

Mark jolted up, almost hitting Symphony in the process. "Whoa! Oh, I'm sorry Symphony. I didn't mean to almost take your head off when I sat up." He laughed nervously and scooted over. He patted the spot next to himself. "Have a seat." When she sat down he asked, "So what brings you here? Not that you're not welcome, but I was just curious, because I thought you were going shopping with Angel and Mimi." He looked at the ground.

Symphony grinned. "That was…interesting. I don't really like shopping and knowing Angel and Mimi I'm sure you can imagine… They were incredibly nice, but I could tell they disagreed with my, uh, fashion sense. Or lack thereof anyway." She looked at him meekly.

Mark looked back up, chuckling. "They tried to dress me up about two months ago, and one time they bedazzled my scarf." I chuckled quietly at the memory. Mark had been quite upset.

Mark looked at the clock. "Huh. Five-thirty. Didn't mean to sleep that late, in fact, I didn't mean to sleep at all…But Roger gave me a lecture and you know how her rambles."

I chuckled as I heard Roger grumble behind me, "Yeah, and I told him he's supposed to be making his move right now." At least they were bonding.

Symphony tilted her head a bit, chuckling. "About?"

I could see Mark blush from twenty feet away. He looked at the ground. "Uh…just stuff. Roger's a little imaginative." He chuckled nervously.

Symphony raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh really. What if I told you I knew exactly what you were talking about with Roger?"

Again I could see Mark pale from where I stood. "W-w-what? Roger was only joking! I-I swear! I d-don't…Roger! Get in here!"

Roger pushed past us and went into the living room, followed by Mimi and I. "What Mark?" Roger asked a little too innocently. I almost laughed aloud.

Mark stood up. "What? I-I…b…what?" He pointed behind him to Symphony. "What you do?"

Roger laughed. "I'm not sure."

Mark just stared at him.

Symphony tapped the director on the shoulder and looked at the ground. "Um…Mark? You-you know I was just joking right?"

Mark didn't turn around. "Oh. Never mind then." He laughed nervously. "Uh…I'm gonna go…film some stuff." He ran out the door, his scarf trailing behind him.

Symphony's POV (Roger and Marks, moments later)

Roger held up his hand for a high-five, laughing. "Good one Sym. Wait, did you actually know what we were talking about?"

Returning his high –five I chuckled. "Not a clue." I shook my head, grinning from ear to ear. "Mark was freaked, though. What were you talking about that worried him so much?"

Angel, Mimi, and Roger exchanged knowing looks. "Let's just say Mark's been single a long time and things may change," Angel said, fighting to control her smile.

Mark liked some one? Huh. That was…interesting. Why would he care if I knew he liked someone? What if he was gay? Would he be too embarrassed to tell me? I didn't see why. I mean, Collins was his best friend. Something just didn't add up. What was so bad about someone that he had to keep it a secret? Did he not trust me? More importantly, why did I care so much?

I felt my brow crinkle in confusion. "Who does he like?"

Roger cleared his throat. "Technically I think it's more of a in love than like type of thing. As for the name? Well, I wasn't supposed to tell you that Mark's in love. Mark doesn't even know it yet. He's too freaking oblivious." He sighed. "Let's just say you know her very well." He stretched. "Well, I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. Se ya tomorrow?" Nodding, Mimi, Angel, and I walked out. Angel went back to the apartment she and Collins shared and I plopped down on the couch for the night. But I couldn't sleep.

Mark was in love. It was a girl…and I knew her? Wait…did Mark like Maureen again? Or was it Joanne this time? It couldn't be Mimi. Mark wouldn't stoop that low. Angel either. Was it Jenny from life-support? (I usually went with Mimi, Collins, Angel, and Roger for moral support.) She was pretty, and smart. Her story was extremely touching and she was single. But I wouldn't say I knew her quote 'very well.'

I racked my brain to figure out who this person might be and the more I thought about Mark falling in love the more I disliked it. I knew it sounded awful, but I didn't want Mark to fall in love and become happily married. I didn't want to see him walk down the aisle with some gorgeous blonde with money. I…I didn't want Mark to slip away.

Author's Note: Okay, so I know the ending was awful. Heck, I know the whole chapter was awful. (Seriously, flame this thing like there's no tomorrow, because it's so freaking tacky!) I just now realized that this story is going to be like a seven to ten chapter story. That would make it the longest story I've ever written Fanfiction or not. (Of course I don't stick with stories very well, so who knows how long this one will last. When I get bored with it I'll just stop.)