I am back! That is right, I didn't update all summer. I devoted my extra time to reading FanFiction and writing some really great stories. I have about 10 now and I am in the process of editing and deciding on what to do.
Anyway, this is a kind of cool story. I am in the process of writing it, but I wanted to post something to let you guys know I didn't totally abandon FanFiction. On another note, my school blocked this sight and said it was "sexual content" which really sucks. So, I have to update on my own time.
This is the first story I am writing that has POV's and time and places. I decided to try something new. Tell me if you guys like the people POV's or the Narrator POV's.
Enough of me talking though, I really want to get to the story. I hope I didn't forget to say anything. But if I did I will make it up in later chapters. Haha.
Now. On with the story!
Disclaimer: RENT is owned and created by the great, late Johnathon Larson, my hero.
February 2, 1991. 2:00 p.m. eastern standard time
Roger and Mimi sat on the couch. Roger had his arm strung on her delicate shoulder, as she read a magazine that Maureen gave her. She brought her legs up to her chest and hugged herself, trying to keep herself warm in the winter weather. Roger pulled his girlfriend closer to him and kissed her neck tenderly.
Mimi smiled, and pulled herself onto his lap.
"Ah much warmer," she laughed.
Roger put his head on hers and started singing the song he wrote for her slowly and softly.
"I love you," she whispered, interrupting his song.
"I love you too," he said, holding her torso out at arm's length and looking into her brown eyes, his favorite feature about her.
"Are we going to be together forever?" Mimi asked out loud. She often asked this question to Roger, even though he chose never to answer. He always simply smiled and kissed her. In her opinion, it was his way of saying yes. In reality though, it was Roger's way of avoiding the question.
"Why does she insist on asking me this?" he asked himself.
"Why isn't he answering me?" Mimi asked in her head after a moment.
"Roger?" she asked out loud again.
"Are we going to be together forever? No! What kind of a question is that? We have AIDS. Did she forget we were HIV positive? Did it slip her mind that we didn't have much time left? No, we will not be together forever!"
Mimi sat up a little straighter. Her lips were not in reach. At least not close enough for it to seem normal. If he tried to kiss her, she would know he was doing it to keep her quiet.
"Look at me," he said sweetly, trying to get her to look at him. She obeyed, but as he leaned in for a kiss, she pulled away and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Answer me. Are we going to be together forever?" she teased. She continued smiling, not knowing that her form of fun would only lead to a fight later on. She saw his solemn look and she stopped smiling. "What is wrong?"
"I can't answer that question," Roger offered, giving her a sympathetic look.
"Why not?" Mimi asked, putting a hand on her shoulder and cocking her head slightly. "Is there someone else?"
"Come on Meems!" He stood up and pushed her off of his lap with ease, sliding her onto the other side of the couch. "Who are we kidding? Of course there isn't anyone else. I would never cheat on you." He said the last part with complete seriousness. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She knew he would never do anything like that to hurt her.
"So are we going to be together forever?" she smiled, licking her lips, thinking the question was cute.
"What do you want me to tell you?" he asked agitated, removing his hand and standing up straight.
"I want you to tell me we will be together forever. I want you to tell me that you love me. I want you to tell me you want to start a family and be my lawfully wedded wife till death do we part."
"What the fuck?" he yelled. "I cannot take this! Why are you doing this to yourself? To us? I am not going to be with you forever! And what possessed you to think that we are going to start a family. News flash, we have fucking AIDS!"
Mimi sat in shock and stared at her boyfriend.
"How come every time we start to talk seriously you freak out?" she asked slowly. "What are you afraid of?"
"Nothing!" he yelled. "I just hate when you talk about all of this shit when you know nothing will happen. There are no miracles anymore."
"Miracles?" Mimi asked. "A miracle is being here, surrounded by great friends and my so-called loving boyfriend, who isn't proving himself too well. A miracle is being alive, when everyone thought I was going to die three months ago. A real miracle is seeing how you have no faith left in you."
"You only get one miracle Meems," Roger said coldly. "And we've already used ours. Remember, three months ago? So stop living in that fantasy world of yours."
Mimi felt tears coming as she watched Roger storm out of the loft.
"Give in to love or live in fear Roger," she sobbed.
o o o o o
February 2, 1991. 2:30 p.m. eastern standard time
I entered the room and saw Mimi sitting in the corner, crying. This was the third time this week I had come home to her bawling her eyes out. It was probably something Roger did. They had been carrying on like this ever since Christmas of 1990. It was February and in my opinion, three months was enough.
"Hi Mimi," I said tenderly, putting my camera bag down on the floor.
Mimi turned quickly and wiped her eyes.
"Mark," she gasped. "I didn't hear you come in."
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm fine," she lied. She pulled the blanket that was wrapped around her closer to her body. She put her head in her hands and tried to suppress her crying.
"Mimi," I said. "I have known you for over a year now. You know you can tell me anything. We are family."
"It's him," she sobbed. "He won't stop acting the way he is. I can't take it anymore. Anytime it starts to get serious or we start to have a conversation, he gets scared, bails out, and runs away. He left again. I started talking about starting a family and he started telling me about how we didn't have much time left and it was pointless to talk about a family."
"He did?" I couldn't believe Roger would act that way. I reached out and wiped a tear from Mimi's eyes.
"I just wish I had someone to talk to without them running away."
"I am here Meems."
Mimi looked up at me and smiled. I helped her off the ground and started to bring her towards the couch, so we could sit down and talk. She had another agenda though. She grabbed the back of my head and looked into my eyes. Or was I looking into her eyes? I wasn't sure.
"Mark," she whispered.
Before I could say anything she pushed her lips against mine. I was taken aback by the bliss of the kiss. I slowly relaxed into it and I ended up deepening the kiss. She pushed me back onto the couch and straddled my lap.
I slowly began taking off her shirt and unclasping her bra. I could not believe Mimi Marquez was sitting on me, with her lips against mine, topless. I wasn't thinking straight and I totally forgot about Roger Davis, my best friend.
She started to undo my pants and I helped her out of hers. Then, she lied back on the couch and let out a deep breath. I wanted to kiss every inch of her body, but she suddenly pushed me away.
"What are we doing?" she cried.
I didn't want to move, but I let her sit up.
"We can't do this," she said.
"Why not?" I asked quickly, not thinking about what I had said.
"Do you want to?" she asked quizzically.
Yes! Of course I wanted to. I have always wanted to. From the first day I saw her I had visions of being with her.
"I don't know," I said slowly. "We will never know until we try, right?"
She looked at me and responded by lying back down and pulling me with her.
It was the best sex of my life!
We moved as one once I entered her and the feeling was perfection. She moaned my name and I returned it with her name. We were one for that moment and it felt so right. In my mind, I wanted to believe I was stealing her virginity, like it was her first time, instead of being just another mark on the bedpost. But I knew that after all this, there was a chance that, that was all I was going to be.
The climax ended and she sat up straighter and I rolled off of her. We stayed like that for a while, with her sitting up and my head in her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair and stared into space.
When I thought nothing could ruin this moment, something did. That something was the door opening, which revealed another something. Roger Davis.
There it is! Chapter 1. I really, really hope you enjoyed it. Please review and I will love you! No flamers please, they are so pointless. Thanks guys!