Pos/Neg, Chapter Three
Title: Pos/Neg
Author: Donner
Summary: After a mysterious breakup between Angel and Collins, Angel and Mark get together. Issues from disease, to social acceptance, is thrown about as some people question Mark's motives and Angel's judgement skills.
Rating: Now PG-13
Pairing: Angel/Collins, Mark/Angel
Fandom: RENT
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, or REEEEENT!
I feel a need to express my undying love for the RENT fanfiction community. You guys just make me want to write so much and you’re so sweet and I’ve never felt so comfortable in a community.
Okay. Now here’s the story.
Oh, wait, I’m working on a “Pos/Neg” playlist. If you have any songs, feel free to suggest them. Hee hee. I’m a dork.
Pos/Neg
Chapter Three: Negative
Mark was in utter shock. He couldn’t believe what he just did. He never took risks like that. Ever.
On the other side of the spectrum was Angel. She didn’t think it was weird at all. She thought it was wonderful. Mark was sweet, smart, and funny, and she knew she could depend on him. That was all she needed, really. She laid her hand on Mark’s hip and talked quickly. She knew it was only a matter of time until someone they knew caught them and spread the word. Even though she hung out with her Bohemia buddies, she still had to pay her dues to her social groups of drag queens and street performers at least once or twice a week. So when she realized they were in a drag friend of her’s territory, she warned Mark, “Just take a deep breath and don’t bother trying to make eye contact.”
“Is that my Angel?!” a voice yelled.
Angel winced. Not now.
Mark craned his neck to see a tall drag queen run over. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Like he knew several film makers in the Village area, Angel was bound to know one or two drag queens and transgenders.
Mark was very amused. She was much taller than Angel, wearing heels that looked like they pushed her feet up one hundred-eighty degrees. He could smell her knock-off Chanel perfume as she gave Angel an air-kiss. Angel gave on in return, flashing that perfect smile she loved to give to everyone. The crossdresser took a lock of Angel’s wig and exclaimed, “I almost didn’t recognize you with the blonde!”
“Mark,” Angel said, pressing against him, “Meet my friend, the Sensational Suzie Dee.”
Suzie smirked. She tilted her head to the side, her platinum blonde flip-wig shifting a little. She studied Mark carefully, her blue eyes trying to see every bit of him for inspection. He listened to her pearls around her neck clink. As Mark looked at her rather padded form, Suzie asked, “Where’s the Big Guy?”
“Collins?” Angel asked.
“Yeah, that guy,” Suzie said.
“We broke up,” Angel said, unflinching.
Suzie pouted. “Oh... honey!”
She grabbed Angel and forced her into a big hug. Mark could only watch in horror as Angel’s free hand contorted into uncomfortable positions as her body followed suit. It reminded Mark of his creepy aunt that would hold her cats in similar positions. “Tell Miss Suzie all about it...”
“Suzie, it was almost a week ago,” Angel choked out.
“Three days ago?!” Suzie howled. “And you didn’t tell me? ”
“I didn’t see you!” was the only excuse Angel could come up with.
“Can you believe her? ” Suzie asked Mark.
“Well... you know how it is...” Mark started, trying to cover for her.
Angel got out of Suzie’s grasp and stood next to Mark proudly. “I have a new guy! Meet Mark Cohen! He’s a film maker!”
“How lovely!” Suzie exclaimed, like that of a mother. She shook his hand. She whispered, “Don’t mind me asking... but are you positive?”
Mark snook his head. “No. I’m negative.”
Angel cringed. This was not going to go over well.
Suzie could only repeat, “Oh” in different pitches. She pulled Mark away from Angel. Angel shrugged, sitting on the ground.
Suzie grumbled, “You’re either the sweetest boy ever... or the most stupid.”
Mark nodded, licking his lips. “I deserved that.”
“I like it.”
“What?”
“I said I like it. There’s that Shakespearean tragedy complex with it. I’m a sucker for that stuff. And you never hear about relationships like this... well... not that I know of. Then again, we’re still developing with this whole AIDS situation, aren’t we? Anyway, I must ask you to do something. Don’t break her heart. For the life of me, just... just don’t do it. She tries to do so much for everyone and all she does is get herself bit in the ass. If the AIDS doesn’t kill her, her heart breaking will. Seriously.”
The realistic part of Mark’s brain wanted to back out, but the part of him that was very much in love said, “I won’t. I won’t hurt her. I won’t leave her.”
“Good boy,” Suzie said, patting his head. “Angel-baby You can come back, now ”
Angel got up and walked over, picking grass off her tights. Suzie pulled out her purse and handed her a ten. “Do me a favor, darling? Take this fine boy to the diner and buy a big, greasy cheeseburger, and a big Coke. Two straws. Have fun. Go crazy. You both are probably skinnier than those sickly trees they put in the park a few weeks ago. Oh yeah, and get some cheesecake. Diner cheesecake is the best.”
Angel grinned, waving the ten in her hand. “Lunch is covered!”
“Thank you, ma’am!” Mark said, “How could we repay you?”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Suzie replied, “And if anything happens, talk to me. I’m usually around here or the nearest club.”
She kissed Angel’s cheek and whispered, “I like this guy. I thought Big Guy was going to crush you!”
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Mimi walked into the loft, belting out a song she heard in the club. Roger poked his head to see her. “Hi, Mimi. I didn’t see ya yesterday. How’re you doing?”
“Good!” Mimi chirped. She noticed the pickle tub lying by the bathroom. “Is Angel here?”
“Not at the moment,” Roger mumbled, tinkering with his guitar.
She nodded. “Wait... a second...”
The door swung open, Angel singing, “We’re home!”
Mimi turned around and grabbed Angel. She squealed, “Oh my God! Are you... like... staying here? ”
“Yep ” Angel said, nodding her head. “Mark let me in.”
Mimi pressed her forehead against Angel’s, squealing. “Yes We can have... sleepovers!”
Roger let out a long groan.
“We’re going out to lunch now. Mark had to get some more film for his camera,” Angel explained, “And I’m going to get on a warmer jacket.”
She left, a bounce in her step.
Mark yelled, “Don’t steal any of my clothes again!”
“Again?” Mimi asked.
Mark gulped. “She... had my... s-scarf.”
“You never let anyone touch that!” Mimi exclaimed, “How did she...”
Angel walked in, wearing her trademark green sweater. “Let’s go, darling ”
Mark took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and still holding his camera tight. “Yes. Let’s.”
They walked out, unaware of what they did.
“Did you see that?!” Mimi squealed.
“...see what?” Roger asked.
“Them!” Mimi yelled.
“What about them?” Roger asked.
“The scarf? The hand-holding? It’s a little too friendly, if you ask me.”
“Are you suggesting Mark’s gay? Because, much to popular belief, he’s not.”
“Roger! Be serious! I think Mark just got traded to the other team! I think... I think Mark’s in love with Angel!”
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Ahh... silly kids. Silly, silly kids. You gotta love young love.
Reviews make me squeal really loud. Seriously. Oh... and do you think I can find a girl’s Santa jacket in February? Well... out of season decor has never gotten in my way before.
Love ya!
Donna
Author: Donner
Summary: After a mysterious breakup between Angel and Collins, Angel and Mark get together. Issues from disease, to social acceptance, is thrown about as some people question Mark's motives and Angel's judgement skills.
Rating: Now PG-13
Pairing: Angel/Collins, Mark/Angel
Fandom: RENT
Disclaimer: I don't own emotion, or REEEEENT!
I feel a need to express my undying love for the RENT fanfiction community. You guys just make me want to write so much and you’re so sweet and I’ve never felt so comfortable in a community.
Okay. Now here’s the story.
Oh, wait, I’m working on a “Pos/Neg” playlist. If you have any songs, feel free to suggest them. Hee hee. I’m a dork.
Pos/Neg
Chapter Three: Negative
Mark was in utter shock. He couldn’t believe what he just did. He never took risks like that. Ever.
On the other side of the spectrum was Angel. She didn’t think it was weird at all. She thought it was wonderful. Mark was sweet, smart, and funny, and she knew she could depend on him. That was all she needed, really. She laid her hand on Mark’s hip and talked quickly. She knew it was only a matter of time until someone they knew caught them and spread the word. Even though she hung out with her Bohemia buddies, she still had to pay her dues to her social groups of drag queens and street performers at least once or twice a week. So when she realized they were in a drag friend of her’s territory, she warned Mark, “Just take a deep breath and don’t bother trying to make eye contact.”
“Is that my Angel?!” a voice yelled.
Angel winced. Not now.
Mark craned his neck to see a tall drag queen run over. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Like he knew several film makers in the Village area, Angel was bound to know one or two drag queens and transgenders.
Mark was very amused. She was much taller than Angel, wearing heels that looked like they pushed her feet up one hundred-eighty degrees. He could smell her knock-off Chanel perfume as she gave Angel an air-kiss. Angel gave on in return, flashing that perfect smile she loved to give to everyone. The crossdresser took a lock of Angel’s wig and exclaimed, “I almost didn’t recognize you with the blonde!”
“Mark,” Angel said, pressing against him, “Meet my friend, the Sensational Suzie Dee.”
Suzie smirked. She tilted her head to the side, her platinum blonde flip-wig shifting a little. She studied Mark carefully, her blue eyes trying to see every bit of him for inspection. He listened to her pearls around her neck clink. As Mark looked at her rather padded form, Suzie asked, “Where’s the Big Guy?”
“Collins?” Angel asked.
“Yeah, that guy,” Suzie said.
“We broke up,” Angel said, unflinching.
Suzie pouted. “Oh... honey!”
She grabbed Angel and forced her into a big hug. Mark could only watch in horror as Angel’s free hand contorted into uncomfortable positions as her body followed suit. It reminded Mark of his creepy aunt that would hold her cats in similar positions. “Tell Miss Suzie all about it...”
“Suzie, it was almost a week ago,” Angel choked out.
“Three days ago?!” Suzie howled. “And you didn’t tell me? ”
“I didn’t see you!” was the only excuse Angel could come up with.
“Can you believe her? ” Suzie asked Mark.
“Well... you know how it is...” Mark started, trying to cover for her.
Angel got out of Suzie’s grasp and stood next to Mark proudly. “I have a new guy! Meet Mark Cohen! He’s a film maker!”
“How lovely!” Suzie exclaimed, like that of a mother. She shook his hand. She whispered, “Don’t mind me asking... but are you positive?”
Mark snook his head. “No. I’m negative.”
Angel cringed. This was not going to go over well.
Suzie could only repeat, “Oh” in different pitches. She pulled Mark away from Angel. Angel shrugged, sitting on the ground.
Suzie grumbled, “You’re either the sweetest boy ever... or the most stupid.”
Mark nodded, licking his lips. “I deserved that.”
“I like it.”
“What?”
“I said I like it. There’s that Shakespearean tragedy complex with it. I’m a sucker for that stuff. And you never hear about relationships like this... well... not that I know of. Then again, we’re still developing with this whole AIDS situation, aren’t we? Anyway, I must ask you to do something. Don’t break her heart. For the life of me, just... just don’t do it. She tries to do so much for everyone and all she does is get herself bit in the ass. If the AIDS doesn’t kill her, her heart breaking will. Seriously.”
The realistic part of Mark’s brain wanted to back out, but the part of him that was very much in love said, “I won’t. I won’t hurt her. I won’t leave her.”
“Good boy,” Suzie said, patting his head. “Angel-baby You can come back, now ”
Angel got up and walked over, picking grass off her tights. Suzie pulled out her purse and handed her a ten. “Do me a favor, darling? Take this fine boy to the diner and buy a big, greasy cheeseburger, and a big Coke. Two straws. Have fun. Go crazy. You both are probably skinnier than those sickly trees they put in the park a few weeks ago. Oh yeah, and get some cheesecake. Diner cheesecake is the best.”
Angel grinned, waving the ten in her hand. “Lunch is covered!”
“Thank you, ma’am!” Mark said, “How could we repay you?”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Suzie replied, “And if anything happens, talk to me. I’m usually around here or the nearest club.”
She kissed Angel’s cheek and whispered, “I like this guy. I thought Big Guy was going to crush you!”
***************************************
Mimi walked into the loft, belting out a song she heard in the club. Roger poked his head to see her. “Hi, Mimi. I didn’t see ya yesterday. How’re you doing?”
“Good!” Mimi chirped. She noticed the pickle tub lying by the bathroom. “Is Angel here?”
“Not at the moment,” Roger mumbled, tinkering with his guitar.
She nodded. “Wait... a second...”
The door swung open, Angel singing, “We’re home!”
Mimi turned around and grabbed Angel. She squealed, “Oh my God! Are you... like... staying here? ”
“Yep ” Angel said, nodding her head. “Mark let me in.”
Mimi pressed her forehead against Angel’s, squealing. “Yes We can have... sleepovers!”
Roger let out a long groan.
“We’re going out to lunch now. Mark had to get some more film for his camera,” Angel explained, “And I’m going to get on a warmer jacket.”
She left, a bounce in her step.
Mark yelled, “Don’t steal any of my clothes again!”
“Again?” Mimi asked.
Mark gulped. “She... had my... s-scarf.”
“You never let anyone touch that!” Mimi exclaimed, “How did she...”
Angel walked in, wearing her trademark green sweater. “Let’s go, darling ”
Mark took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and still holding his camera tight. “Yes. Let’s.”
They walked out, unaware of what they did.
“Did you see that?!” Mimi squealed.
“...see what?” Roger asked.
“Them!” Mimi yelled.
“What about them?” Roger asked.
“The scarf? The hand-holding? It’s a little too friendly, if you ask me.”
“Are you suggesting Mark’s gay? Because, much to popular belief, he’s not.”
“Roger! Be serious! I think Mark just got traded to the other team! I think... I think Mark’s in love with Angel!”
******************************************************
Ahh... silly kids. Silly, silly kids. You gotta love young love.
Reviews make me squeal really loud. Seriously. Oh... and do you think I can find a girl’s Santa jacket in February? Well... out of season decor has never gotten in my way before.
Love ya!
Donna