Hi, my name's Roger I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in this thing anyways, but my roommate Mark said that if I didn’t want to be on the streets by New Years that I better start writing. Well, here we go I guess… About two years ago I saw an ad in the Village Voice advertising a guy looking for a roommate with nowhere else to turn to. I called the guy who needed a roommate and found out that he was a filmmaker who lived on Avenue B and that guy was none other than Mark. Before I began writing this Mark and I had to talk to our landlord/ our ex roommate Benny. Who asked for our help to stop Mark’s ex-girlfriend Maureen’s protest and for us to pay our last year's RENT!. Maureen is what you call a drama queen, she dumped Mark for a lawyer named Joanne. Which is fine except for the fact that Maureen has Mark tied around her little finger if Maureen needs help with her protest she calls Mark. Basically if she needs anything she knows that Mark would drop everything to help her and everytime Mark runs to her rescue. Which I can’t blame him for if April was still around I would drop everything to rescue her, but she’s not and I’m stuck here all alone. April was my girlfriend. She died one year ago...she killed herself by slitting her wrist in the bathroom after writing on her suicide note “We have AIDS”. I met April at one of my shows, I used to be in a band and I was the lead singer. I saw April in the crowd with her gorgeous eyes and beautiful smile that could light up any room...well now every room is dark and gloomy so I guess that memory doesn’t really matter anymore.
After Mark and I talked to Benny as we were heading inside I smelled weeds from up above me and I got the sudden urge to get some, but I am 7 months sober and I want it to stay that way so I resist the urge and look up over head to see who the guy was that was smoking and to my surprise it wasn’t a guy it was a girl she looked like she must be at least 16 years old with dark curly brown hair and big brown eyes. She was beautiful, but I decided not to act upon it and go back inside our loft. Before Mark and I had our talk with Benny we were waiting for our friend Collins who just got back from a teaching gig at MIT. Mark threw down our key to him about an hour ago, but we haven’t seen him since. So Mark decided to go out and look for him and invited me, but like always I came up with an excuse not to leave the loft. This time it was that I had no money to get dinner after finding Collins. Before Mark left the loft he reminded me as always to take my AZT.
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Time Flies, Time Dies. (RENT)
FanfictionRoger Davis has spent the last year in his apartment living with his roommate Mark Cohen. After losing his girlfriend from suicide after finding out that both she and Roger had AIDS. Roger is depressed and Mark doesn't quite know how to help him, so...
