Just a quick note before you begin this chapter. Once I start talking about Roger, Collins, Mark, Maureen, and Benny moving away from Scarsdale, it is very close to— in fact, only a few months— before Rent actually begins. I'll do my best to explain all the transitions as well as I can, but if you get confused at all, feel free to ask any questions. And yes, I know, what's the probability of having a cell phone in 1980? Probably zero. But it goes with the story, thus I'm going to use it; so work with me here, OK? Thanks. Here is the last chapter of 'Something of Ours.'
A few weeks later, Roger and Andy raced toward the car together, holding hands. It was pouring rain. They'd gone to have a picnic in Tompkins Square and it had started to rain shortly after they'd finished eating their food. They had been spending a lot of time together, because Roger wanted to make it up to Andy that he'd been so selfish in the past few weeks.
Roger quickly put the basket in the back seat of the car. Then, covering his head with his jacket, he ran to join Andy in the car. Shaking the water out of his hair, he turned to Andy.
"Is today still the best day of your life?" he asked, as thunder cracked overhead.
"Yes," Andy replied, grinning at him. "So are we going back to Collins' place?"
"Yes," Roger said, smiling at her. "I want to spend more time with my girl and my baby. I'm sure he won't mind, you know how much he wants to dement our little one."
Andy smiled. "Yeah, I know," she agreed. She placed her hand in his, and they drove away.
Along the way, Roger noticed Andy shiver, despite the heat running. "Are you cold, baby?" he asked.
"A little," Andy admitted.
"There's a quilt in the back seat," Roger said. "I can grab it if you need it."
"Thanks, Roger," Andy said, smiling at him. Roger, still keeping an eye on the road and one hand on the wheel, turned around partly and grabbed the quilt off the seat. He wrapped it around Andy's legs, stomach, and shoulders. Then he gently rested his hand on her rounded belly.
"I love you, Andy," he said to her, smiling.
"I love you, too, Roger," Andy replied, smiling back at him.
Roger's cell phone went off and he answered it. "Hello? Mark? What is it? Yes, I know the storm's getting bad… Yeah, we're heading back to Collins' right now… Andy's fine… We'll see you in a little bit, OK?" Roger frowned as static crackled on the line, and Mark's voice became harder to hear. "Mark? Mark?" Roger flipped the phone shut as the line disconnected. "Shit," he muttered. He looked at Andy. "Maybe we should pull over and wait until the storm lets up some?" he asked her.
"It doesn't matter to me," Andy said. "I just want to get home, so I can be safe and warm with you and our baby."
Roger smiled and leaned over and kissed Andy on the cheek. Andy smiled. Then she looked at the road and screamed, "Roger, watch out!"
Roger looked at the road and tried in vain to veer out of the way. A deer had bounded out of the ditch on their side of the road, and was already in the path of an oncoming car. The driver, in an attempt to avoid the deer, and due to the poor visibility, didn't see Roger and Andy's car, and swerved into their lane. Roger threw himself over Andy, protecting her with his body, and then everything went black in a crash of metal and thunder.
Roger didn't know when it was he awoke. Dazed though he was, he made out three things: Andy, in the passenger seat, looked like she was sleeping, with her head against the cracked passenger-side window. Maybe it was because it was dark, but she looked paler than usual… Roger could see and smell blood, which was mixing with rain coming through cracks in the glass. The doors were so smashed together, Roger couldn't discern where the car's body ended and the door began.
Very slowly, Roger reached over, placed his hand on Andy's shoulder and shook her lightly. "Andy," he said to her, his voice weak, "Andy, wake up. Andy, baby, open your eyes and look at me."
Roger vaguely noticed that Andy didn't wake, but he didn't fully realize what had happened. He grimaced with pain and lay back against his seat, breathing hard and shaking badly. He was very confused. Andy still did not stir.
A few minutes later, Roger heard sirens. Flashing lights blinded him and a firefighter smashed the windshield with an axe and cleared the shards away with his gloved hand, so the EMT's could get inside the car. More rain fell on Roger and Andy as some people took off Roger's door with the Jaws of Life. Then, as someone pulled him out of the car, Roger's head spun horribly, he felt a flash of pain, and then he blacked out.
Three months later…
Roger awoke to the realization that someone was stroking his hair. He moved, but it hurt too much, and he stopped, groaning with pain.
"Roger? Roger, open your eyes. Roger, open your eyes and look at me, sweetie."
Roger opened his eyes, but his vision was so blurry, he couldn't see anything. "Andy?" he asked frantically, hoping it was her.
"No, sweetie, it's Mom," Mrs. Davis said. She gently pushed the hair out of his eyes.
"Mom?" Roger asked. His vision cleared more and he looked at her, wincing from the pain in his neck. "God, Mom… what happened?"
Mrs. Davis looked at her son, her face both terrified and terribly sad. "Sweetie, I don't know if I should… tell you just yet. The doctor said…"
"Screw the doctor, Mom," Roger said fiercely, wincing again. Mrs. Davis's voice had cracked and died. "What happened? Where's Andy? Tell me now!"
In his anger, Roger slammed his uninjured hand onto the nightstand beside his bed. Mrs. Davis gave him a frightened look. "Roger," she began, "please try to calm down… This is so hard for me to tell you… You and Andy were driving down the highway and a deer bounded out of the ditch. You two missed it, but the oncoming car… it swerved into your lane to avoid the deer, and then they hit you and Andy… When I came and saw you and Andy on those stretchers, I thought you were dead…"
Roger's eyes flashed and he had to restrain himself from grabbing his mother by the throat. "Mom, tell me, where's Andy?" he demanded.
Mrs. Davis looked at Roger again, terrified of having to tell him the truth. "Roger, Andy… she… she died, Roger."
Roger paled dangerously. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut. His heart tore in two, as tears formed in his eyes and spilled over. A horrible sobbing noise escaped him, as he started to cry bitterly. "Oh, my God," he cried, covering his face with his hands. "How did she die? Why did she die?" Without waiting for an answer, Roger yelled, "I protected her, damn it! She didn't deserve this!" Roger clutched his stomach, feeling sick. "My girl… my poor, poor girl… My baby…"
For Roger knew that, at only three months along, his and Andy's baby would not have survived in the outside world, even if Andy had survived the crash and they'd gotten the best medical treatment possible.
Images of Andy and their short life together flashed through Roger's mind, bringing him to more bitter tears. Mrs. Davis slowly stepped toward him and placed her hand on his shoulder, but he slapped her away. She backed away and let him be. Wordlessly, she pulled a small box out of her jeans pocket and set it on the nightstand. Without even looking at it, Roger knew what it was: the ring he was going to give Andy once they'd gotten home, the night of the crash. Roger couldn't bear to look at it.
Mark, Maureen, Collins, and Benny appeared at the door, but Mrs. Davis prevented them from entering. "No. Roger can't have visitors right now," she said firmly.
"Mrs. Davis, we can help," Mark protested weakly. "We're his friends!"
A few long moments later, however, she nodded, and the four friends rushed past her. As Mrs. Davis watched silently, they went over to Roger and held him firmly, but gently. Unlike with his mother, Roger let them embrace him as he grieved.
"I'm so sorry, man," Collins said quietly, looking down at Roger through sad eyes.
"She didn't deserve this, Collins," Roger said. "We did everything right. I said I'd save her from her dad and I did. We said we'd start a new life together after high school, and now, look what I've done."
"Neither of you deserved this, Roger," Mark said.
But Roger did not want to see anyone anymore. Breaking away from his friends, he rolled over onto his uninjured side and ignored everyone in the room, including his mother. Even so, it was obvious no one was going to leave the room until they knew Roger was going to be OK. As he rolled over onto his side, he caught a glance of a red-haired girl standing in the doorway, watching him and the others. He had no idea who she was, but he didn't care.
After several hours, Mrs. Davis turned to Mark, Maureen, Collins, and Benny. "You four should go home," she said. "Your parents will be worried."
"But Mrs. Davis—" Mark protested.
"No 'buts', Mark, you guys are going home, now," Mrs. Davis said firmly.
Mark's mouth fell open in surprise at her. Mrs. Davis was never this firm with them. Mark sighed. "OK, all right, fine," he said grudgingly, defeated, and he walked out of the room, the others sulking behind him.
That night, Roger awoke to find himself alone. His mother had finally gone home for the night, and he knew his father would never show up. For a moment, he didn't remember where he was; then it all came back to him. But he felt so much more than alone. Grief overtook him again and the tears poured down his face.
"I'm so sorry, Andy… baby…" Roger sobbed. His throat tightened up unbearably again. Soon, he had cried himself to sleep.
A few months later…
Roger was in the middle of his last song at a gig when he noticed a pretty redhead in the crowd. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her.
The concert finished and Roger disassembled the equipment with the band. He looked up from putting his guitar away and saw the redhead standing several feet away, watching him curiously. He smiled as she waved to him and he waved back. Then she slowly walked away and out of the club.
Roger followed her quickly. "Wait," he said, when he walked outside with his guitar slung over his shoulder, "what's your name?"
"April Ericsson," she replied, looking back at him. She grinned. "I'm your biggest fan, Roger."
Roger smiled. "I'm sure you are," he said. "You know, you're like… really pretty."
April laughed. "Thanks. Would you ever consider going out to dinner with your biggest fan?" she asked him.
"Sure," Roger said, smiling. "How about, say, tomorrow night at six? I'm not yet officially moved into the city, but I will be soon."
"OK," April said, "tomorrow at six."
Roger smiled. "Well, I'd better get going," he said. "Bye, April."
"Bye, Roger," April said, and she watched him leave.
Over the next several months, several things happened: Mark, Collins, Benny, Maureen, and Roger all moved away from Scarsdale to New York City, where they rented a loft for free, courtesy of Benny's girlfriend, Alison's father, Mr. Grey. Collins attended New York University briefly, but got expelled due to his strong belief in actual reality and anarchism. Mark attended Brown University for a short time, but dropped out, much to the Cohen's disappointment. They had wanted him to become a lawyer. Benny began working with Mr. Grey at a real estate firm. Maureen didn't do much of anything, except be her usual drama queen self. Roger and April saw more and more of each other, and Roger began to think of Andy less and less.
At first, all Roger and April ever did was talk for hours on end at dinner dates. But soon, their relationship became more physical. There were times when all they did was meet up somewhere and be with each other.
Finally, Mark, Collins, and Benny decided to ask Roger about this mysterious girl he'd been seeing.
"Hey, Roger, where have you been?" Mark asked, when Roger didn't come home until two in the afternoon."
"Out with April," he replied simply.
"So, uh, what do you do with April?" Mark asked uneasily. "Or do I not want to know?"
"We just hang out, Mark," Roger said evasively. "I just got back from her apartment. She doesn't live too far from here, only a couple blocks away."
"Oh, OK," Mark said. "Well, just be careful, OK? I don't want you to get hurt. After…" His voice trailed off.
Roger scowled at Mark. He still had several scars as a reminder of his car accident with Andy. Whether he liked it or not, being unable to afford plastic surgery, he was never going to be able to forget her and he knew that. "What is this, the third degree?" he snapped at Mark. "Look, you guys, I like April a lot. I don't need your help."
"OK," Mark said, "but if you ever want to talk, you know, about…"
"Mark, I'm with April now," Roger insisted. "I don't want to talk about Andy ever again, OK? The way I see it, her death was a release from her raging nutcase of a father."
Mark was stunned at Roger's words. But before he could say anything, Roger stormed wordlessly out of the loft. Mark glanced at Benny and Collins. All three of them were beginning to get very worried.
One night, Roger was walking back to his apartment in the pouring rain, thinking of Andy. Pouring rain always made him think of her, even when he didn't want to. And Mark, Collins, and Benny's constant grilling of him and April and his and Andy's past didn't help matters, either.
He walked past an alleyway and noticed someone sitting on the ground, against one of the buildings. Roger walked toward the person. Then he noticed it was—
"April, what are you doing here?" Roger asked her, going over to her.
April didn't answer right away. She didn't even acknowledge his presence, or that he had said anything to her, at first. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of euphoria on her face.
"Roger?" she asked, after she opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "What am I…?" She saw him looking at her small bag, the tie around her forearm, and the hypodermic needle. "You want to try it?"
"What is it?" Roger asked her.
"It's smack," April replied.
"What does it do?" Roger asked.
April was silent for a moment. Then she said, "It makes you forget." She looked up at him mysteriously and his heart fluttered at her mesmerizing green eyes. "Is there anything you want to forget, Roger?"
Roger didn't even have to think about that. "Yes," he said, "yes, there is. I want to forget… something terrible that I did… a long time ago."
April looked up at him. "What happened, Roger?" she asked. "Did you commit a crime and do time or what?"
"I…" Roger began, but tears formed in his eyes and he choked up. "I killed my girlfriend in a… car crash." Roger covered his face with his hands, as the memories came back to him. "It's not something I try to remember."
Judging by the look on her face, April was obviously caught-off guard. "Oh," she said, though her voice was almost completely devoid of emotion, "I'm sorry, Roger. That's awful. I know I wouldn't be able to forget something like that… without help. So use this and you'll forget." She looked up at him. "You do want to, right?"
Roger nodded. "Y-yes…" he said hesitantly.
"I can show you how."
Roger hesitated for only a second this time. "Um… OK," he said.
Roger's veins were visible, even without the tie-off band, but April showed him how to do it anyway. Then she slid the needle into his arm and injected the heroin. Roger flinched for a second, but then his mind suddenly went blank. He was in heaven. He was euphoric. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, high in the air, away from all the memories of Andy and his hated past.
He looked down at April through the same glassy eyes. She was looking even more beautiful now than he'd ever seen her before. She'd done what she said she would. She'd made him forget.
This is the end of Something of Ours. What happens next with Roger is well-known, but I'll leave it up to your own imaginations to portray that. In my opinion, as to his relationship with April, it seemed merely physical at first (going off of One Song Glory flashbacks in the movie, you see), and then she introduced him to the heroin and it went from there.
Title of this chapter may change, because I don't really like it. We'll see.
A sequel will be up soon, so keep an eye out for it, OK? And don't forget to read my other stuff; including Out of Place, which was recently all edited and reposted, in order to correct consistencies. But the sequel to this story won't be the typical sequel. It will be up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! I love feedback.
Special thanks go out to Rosablasifann08, who has been R&R'ing for my stories since I originally started posting fan fiction. Thanks so much for your support, ideas, and dedication. I appreciate it so much. You rock! This story is dedicated to you. You, my readers, are awesome. Thanks a lot!
Until next time, lots of love,