Disclaimer: I don't own RENT: it owns me. I also borrowed the title and was inspired by the Mest song 'Rooftops".
A/N: This is preRENT, and my first RENT fanfic. MarkMaureen OneShot, I hope you enjoy! Please review!
Eighteen year-old Mark Cohen sat atop the rooftop of the building in which his parents lived, using his camera to film the people below. He smiled through his metallic braces as he watched the people of New York City bustle below him.
His ears pricked, hearing the faint sound of music behind him. He turned around to see his good friend and neighbor, Maureen Johnson, bobbing her head to some song that was too faint for Mark to recognize. She blushed when she noticed Mark, and immediately threw off the headphones.
"I had no idea anyone was up here." She said.
"It's not really 'anyone', just me and my camera."
"So then you're no one?"
"I guess so."
"Well, then I guess no one will mind if I sit down."
Maureen smiled and stuffed her portable tape player in her pocket. She sat down cross-legged next to Mark, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
The pair sat in silence for a while, Maureen's eyes transfixed on the sky and Mark staring down at the streets underneath him.
"What do you think you're going to do after graduation, Mark?" Maureen asked, breaking the peace.
Truthfully, Mark hadn't given it much thought. He probably should have, figuring they would graduate from high school in a few weeks.
"I dunno." Mark shrugged, "Probably go to college somewhere and get a film degree. And you?"
"Duhh, Marky." She giggled, "I've told you so many times. I'm going to be a famous actress."
That was Maureen for you. Maureen the Drama Queen. Always thinking big, always the star. Mark would be no one compared to her. He'd always be no one.
"Promise me one thing, Mark." Maureen asked, looking thoughtful and slightly pitiful.
"Anything." He replied simply.
"Tell me that we'll always know each other as well as we do now." She asked, "Tell me that we'll always be close."
She reached her hand over and grasped his, lacing their fingers together.
There was a slight pause, and Mark sighed. Now, beneath the receding light of the New York evening. Here on this rooftop of an apartment building. Right here, right now, he was going to tell her.
"I really like you, Maureen."
Maureen smiled, scooted closer to him and leaned on him.
"I really like you, too."
"I mean really. Like really-."
Maureen silenced him by putting her finger to his lips.
"I know what you mean." She whispered softly.
Without any warning, she flipped on top of Mark, causing him to lie down on his back. She slowly pressed her lips to his and time seemed to slow as the pair kissed tenderly.
"Why me, Maureen?" Mark asked after the broke apart, "I'm just no one compared to you."
"No." Maureen told him, meeting his eyes, "To me, Mark Cohen, you will always be someone. You'll be everyone. But never no one."
They kissed again. Mark ran his hands through Maureen's curly hair and down to her upper back.
"I love you, Maureen." Mark whispered, afraid that too loud of a voice might shatter the moment.
"I love you too, Mark."