I do not own Mark or Rent. But how cool would that be?!

Mark entered the loft, shaking snow from his scarf and hair. "Hey guys," he says to his friends sitting on couches and on the floor and on each other. He didn't notice their smiles and giggles. "I was filming, and this homeless woman started chasing me with an umbrella, shouting that no one mourns the wicked." Maureen laughed. He turned around, and noticed the way that his friends were acting. "What's up?" he asked slowly, praying his mother hadn't called while he was out and said something embarrasing about him. The only response he got was more giggles and shares looks. "Ok," he said "Don't tell me." he walked over to the hotplate and began heating up some water for a cup of tea. "Um," he turned. Mimi burst out laughing. Mark sighed. "Will somebody please tell me what's going on?" Angel got up and put an arm around his, steering him towards everybody. "Honey, why didn't you tell us?" He looked at Angel, confused. "What didn't I tell you?" he said as he was pushed into an empty spot on the couch next to Maureen. "Aw, Mark," she said, leading her head on my shoulder. Most people would think this was weird, but I was used to it. Joanne poked her in the ribs, and she sat up. "You don't have to be embarrassed!" "How can I be embarrassed about something when I don't know what that something is that you people are expecting me to be so embarrassed about!" he exclaimed, getting irritated. "Who's Lestlie?" Mark Whipped his head around and looked at Roger. "Who?" he asked, not quite beliving what he just heard. "Lestlie." More snickering. "She called about fifteen minutes ago. She said to meet her at the Life around one. Said she misses you." Mark stared. "Lestlie." "Yeah." Roger said slowly. Mark blinked. "Omigodihavetogo" he said in a hurry, rushing out. "Well." Collins said.