AU: Angel and Mimi move to New York. Angel, Mimi, Mark, Collins, Maureen and Joanne are all in high school together, dealing with dating, disease and death.

Angel/Collins, Mimi/Roger, Maureen/Joanne, Mark/Camera :)

R&R and please be kind.

I do not own RENT! Jonathan Larson does (bless his soul).

This fic is is about the cast's12th year in high school, together. It starts on the first day of school and ends on the last day. Seasons of love! 3

Chapter One: First Day Of School

"Angel, Mimi! You're going to miss the bus!" their mom yelled down to them. Mimi brushed her curly hair and turned to look at her brother. "Ready for you first day of American high school? Do you think it will be like The Breakfast Club?" she asked. Angel grabbed his red sweatshirt and walked out the door without saying a word.

Angel was part of the reason they had to leave. He told his family he was gay and his dad got pissed. So he dragged Mimi, Angel and their mom to New York.

Mimi came running after Angel. "Come on! Be excited."

"For what?' Angel asked.

"I hear New York is pretty excepting to gay guys...and even gay guys who like to wear skirts." Mimi said giggling.

"Sh!" Angel hissed at her. Angel looked around for their dad and grabbed Mimi's arm. "Are you crazy? Dad would seriously murder me if he found out."

Mimi and Angel stood at the bus stop. There were five other people near them, talking quietly.

One of the girls walked over, smiling. "Hey there! I'm Maureen! Who are you?" she continued to grin and Mimi smiled back. "I'm Mimi and this is my brother, Angel."

"Nice to meet you both. Come on and meet your new neighbors." she grabbed Mimi's hand and Mimi smiled back at Angel.

"Now, this fine black girl is Joanne, she's mine so back off, the dude with the camera is Mark and this rocker guy is Roger.." Roger smiled at Mimi and she smiled back. Mimi knew she was going to like it here already. "And this stoner is Tom but call him Collins."

Collins said hi to them both and kept staring at Angel. Angel couldn't help but grin at him.

On the bus everyone divided into pairs.

Roger and Mimi

Joanne and Maureen

Angel and Collins

and Mark and Camera. Maureen insisted that the camera was part of the group because she sees it more then her parents.

"Where did you move from?" Collins asked, moving towards Angel as other kids piled in.

"Puerto Rico." Angel said. He refused to look at Collins. He would blush if he did.

"Cool. I moved here last year from Santa Fe. The school is pretty shitty and the students are worse. All of the people you met tend to stick together. We're targeted but some stupid ass thugs because we're either gay or friends with gay people."

Angel looked up at Collins. "So can I see your schedule?" Collins asked. Angel nodded and handed it to him. "Hmmm, we have Art, PE, and American History together."

"Good, now I know at least one person." Angel said softly.

Collins leaned in closely and whispered, "You should really talk more you have an amazing voice."

Angel smiled at him. His father always told him not to talk because he sounded too feminine.

"Puerto Rico, huh?" Roger said watching Mimi light a cigarette.

"Yup. My dad wanted a change so we moved here. It's nice. I've never seen the snow before."

"Really?' Roger asked. His arm bumped her elbow by mistake and she winced. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry." Roger said confused by her reaction.

She smiled faintly and rolled up her sleeve, exposing her bruised arm. She chuckled, "Bad needle." Roger frowned.

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First period wasn't too bad Collins showed Angel around the gym and then both ended up sitting in the weight room because neither were too interested in sports. Angel and Collins came into Art class laughing.

They took a seat in the back and began their painting assignment. "Very good, Angel!" said the art teacher, Mrs. Baxter. "Looks like we have an artist in the class." she said and walked around to inspect everyone else art work.

Angel had painted a photograph out of a fashion magazine. It was of a girl wearing a pink skirt, a pink shirt and a shimmering purple jacket. "Damn that's good." Collins said glancing at her picture.

Angel turned and smiled at him. "Thanks! Let me see yours."

"No, no. I'm not an artist." Collins said trying to cover his picture.

"Aw please, Collins." Angel said pouting. Collins couldn't resist and showed Angel his picture of a sunset. It was Angel's first day and he could already make Collins melt.

The bell rang and Collins jumped up. "Lunch," he shirked. Angel laughed at his enthusiasm.

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Roger had been avoiding Mimi since he saw her arm. The last thing he needed was another duggie girl friend. Joanne came rushing outside and sat on the seat next to Roger in the court yard. Maureen came running out after her.

"Pukie! We were just talking. You know I would never make out with a cheerleader." Maureen stopped in front of Joanne, batting her eye lashes. "Forgive me?" Joanne rolled her eyes, but she could never deny Maureen of anything. "Like always."

"Aw! I'm so happy." Maureen said hugging her girlfriend. "Come on. I'll buy you an ice cream." Joanne stood up and looped her arm with Maureen.

"See ya, Roger!" Maureen yelled over her shoulder.

Mimi sat in front of Roger, frowning. "So I noticed something about you." she said taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"And what's that?" Roger asked.

"Your bipolar."

"What! No, I'm not." Mimi cocked her head to the side.

"Then why did you attitude towards me change." Roger went to stand up , but Mimi grabbed his arm. "Oh no, mister. Your not getting away that easily. I mean lets just be bold and say the sparks were flying this morning. Then you went all emo on my ass."

Roger sighed. "I just don't want-" he stopped and looked down.

"My last girlfriend did drugs and lets just say things didn't end to well." Mimi dropped her hand.

"I'm not an addict. I just have some fun once and a while." Mimi said moving closer to him. "I mean it was my last night with my friend in Puerto Rico. We wanted to party one last time together!"

Roger stood up. "I don't believe you." he said and walked away.

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On the bus ride home Roger sat with Mark, instead, and Mimi sat with Angel and Collins. Angel was back to his old self again.

Once they got off the buss Angel sang and danced all the way back to their house. "Well, Mimi you were right! This school is great. Everything is great! I really like Collins. Isn't he a cutie? He liked my art work, you know. I bought him lunch today because Mark says he never eats. He was so happy." Angel skipped up to his room.

Mimi slammed the door to hers. She fell on her bed and pulled out her needle. Damn Roger. She sighed and put the needle back. No more or this. I promise myself.