Trent sighed as he put down his guitar after hearing the door being knocked. The room was still dark since the power went out, and he was alone with only his guitar to comfort him. He really didn't want to be bothered but he answered the door anyway, thinking it was his roommate, Harold.

"What'd you forget?" He asked gruffly.

Instead, it was a skinny pale girl with blue-green hair at his doorway, holding a candle.

"Got a light?" She asked, as she walked in the room.

Trent allowed the girl in, staring at her as he closed the door.

"I know you...you're," He noticed the skinny girl shaking, "You're shivering..."

The girl looked away, licking her lips. "It's nothing, they turned off my heat. And I'm just a little weak on my feet."

She looked back at Trent and held up her candle. "Would you light my candle?"

Trent went into his pockets and pulled out his matches. With the match lit up, he lighten the girl's candle. He stared at her, thinking about how familiar she seemed. The moon shining on her made her glow...

"What are you staring at?" She asked.

Blushing a bit, Trent answered, "Nothing. Your hair in the moonlight...You look familiar."

The girl stumbled a bit and Trent grabbed her arm, worried. "Can you make it?" he asked.

"Just haven't eaten much today. At least the room stop spinning anyway." She answered, smiling at her embarrassment. She noticed Trent was staring at her, smiling himself. "What?" She asked, giggling a bit.

"Nothing," He said, "Your smile reminded me of-"

"I always remind people of," She interrupted, "Who is she?"

Trent smile faded away and he looked away, frowning. "She died. Her name was Lindsay..."

"It's out again. Sorry about your friend," She said, and held up her candle, "Would you light my candle?"

Trent lit her candle again, noticing he was running out of matches. She stared at him with such radiance eyes and he felt flustered.

"Well..." He said awkwardly.

"Yeah." She said back. Suddenly, she pulled her finger away and hissed out, "Ow!"

"Oh, the wax! It's-" Trent said.

"Dripping! I like it between my-" She purred.

"Fingers! I figured...," Trent finished for her, blushing, "Oh well. Good night."

She smiled at him and she left the room with her dripping candle. Trent shut the door behind her and he sighed harshly, rubbing his hand into his hair. He walked back to his guitar, when the door was knocked again. Trent sighed, a bit annoyed, and walked back to the door, opening it.

"It blew out again?" He asked, lifting a brow.

She walked in, looking around while gripping on to her candle. "No, I think that I dropped my stash."

She kept looking around, her eyes darting around and using the candle as her only source of light. Trent watched her and began thinking about why she looked familiar.

"I know I've seen you out and about, when I used to go out," He said and glanced to her candle, "Your candle's out."

"I'm illin', I had it when I walked in the door," She rambled, not really paying attention to Trent, "It was pure! Is it on the floor?"

"The floor?" Trent questioned.

She placed her candle on the table and went on all fours, looking for her stash underneath the table. Trent scoffed, shaking his head. But he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on the girl.

"They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street," She suddenly said, "Is it true?"

"What?" Trent asked, laughing a bit at the question.

"You're staring again..." She answered back, her eyes smirking at him.

"Oh no. I mean you do--have a nice--I mean!" Trent licked his lips, flushing red a little. He changed the subject quickly by saying, "You look familiar."

"Like your dead girlfriend." She said, smirking.

"Only when you smile," Trent defended, "But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else."

"Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?" She asked, still looking around. "That's where I work. I dance," She turned her head back to Trent, pouting, "Help me look!"

"Yes!" Trent exclaimed, remembering. "They used to tie you up!"

She smiled coyly and said nonchalantly, "It's a living..."

"I didn't recognize you without the hand-cuffs." Trent said, smirking.

She got up, dusting herself off. She went to Trent, her hand grabbing the candle again. She batted her pretty eyes at him and pushed back his hair a bit.

"We could light the candle," She said with a bit of hope, "Oh, won't you light the candle?"

Trent shrugged her off, looking away. He glanced back, frowning at her as it seemed she was still looking around with her eyes for her stash.

"Why don't you forget that stuff," He said, "You look like you're sixteen."

Offended, she said, "I'm nineteen! But, I'm older for my age. I'm just born to be bad."

Trent rolled his eyes, saying, "I once was born to be bad."

He looked at her, and frowned again. Pointing out, he said, "I used to shiver like that."

"I have no heat, I told you." She said, looking away.

"I used to sweat." He also pointed out.

She sucked her teeth and said, "I got a cold."

No believing her, he said, "Uh-huh. I used to be a junkie."

She said softly as she looked away, "Now and than, I like to..."

"Uh-huh." Trent said, shaking his head and looking away too.

"Feel good..." She finished.

Looking at the ground, Trent bended down and picked something up. "Here it-um..."

"What's that?" She asked hopefully.

"A candy bar wrapper." He answered back, shrugging.

"We could light the candle!" She said and looked around for it. Frowning, she looked back at Trent and asked, "What'd you do with my candle?"

Trent grabbed her other hand, lifting it to her face to show she was holding it along. She smiled, blushing a bit. Trent smiled back and went to his pockets to light the candle one more time.

"That was my last match." He said, showing her the empty box.

"Our eyes'll adjust. Thank God for the moon..." She said, looking around.

"Maybe it's not the moon not all," Trent said smiling, "I heard Spike Lee's shooting down the street!"

She smiled and mumbled, "Bah humbug...bah humbug."

Trent smiled more when he saw her smile. He lifted his hands to touch hers and noticed by saying, "Cold hands..."

"Yours too," She said softly, "Big. Like my father's." She flicked her hair and looked at Trent smirking. "Do you want to dance?" she asked.

"With you?" Trent asked.

"No, with my father." She said sarcastically but smiled.

Trent laughed a bit. "I'm Trent." He said.

"They call me...they call me...Gwen." She answered.

And they both smiled at each other as the candle stayed lit within the dark room.

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Light My Candle - Rent OBC Soundtrack

Author's Notes: Hey, who doesn't like this song? c:

More to come sooner or later.