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As soon as the door was opened it was slammed shut. Whoever saw us got no context whatsoever. All they saw was Julian pressed against my back with his shirt halfway unbuttoned.
Oh lord save me now.
"Well that's all hunky-dory" I speak out into the almost empty auditorium. I feel the arms around me slink off, the movement seems almost annoyed. I turn around to Julian covering his face with one hand, rubbing his temples gently. Something upset him and I wasn't gonna let the newly met man writhe in silence. "What's wrong?"
"I just wish I could touch someone and not have an immediate rumour sprout that I banged them." he releases his hand from his face, the school's constant need for drama definitely upset him. "I'm sorry, I realize you being around me might cause some trouble."
"Hey like I should care, let them think what they want." I spew what comes to my mind without thinking, comforting someone comes to me with no hesitation.
"Really? I mean the rumors can be pretty bad. Last time I was caught touching Lucio for five seconds and now they think I do prostitution." the lanky man sighs and sits on the table behind the wing with a slight laugh. He was now sitting at my side.
"If you want I can help stop the rumors." where am I even going with this?
Julian scoffs and laughs, rubbing a hand on my shoulder gently with obvious disbelief. "How do you plan on that?"
"What if I'm your girlfriend?" that's where I'm going with it, can I think before I speak?
"This is an entirely new way to hit on me. No thanks I am not one for commitment."
"No no no, not like for real." I blush at his statement and start to flail my arms explaining myself.
"No need to get worked up Marceline I'm just bugging you." he hops up and throws an arm around my shoulder. "I'm listening so go on."
"When out in public we say we're dating, and go out of our way to perform pda, minus kissing and stuff." I turn my face towards him, craning my neck still despite him coming to my level. Why the hell is this 19 year old so tall?
Wait he still doesn't know my name? "My name isn't-" man he has a track record of interrupting me.
"So, we put on a constant theatre performance. I like that." He releases my shoulder and stands in front of me, bowing with his hand out. "So Marceline, will you like to act with me?"
"Oh you dork." I grab his hand, and we shake in a deal like manner. "You know that isn't my name though." I curtsy, looking him in the eyes.
"Oh? Then why do I call you that?"
"I don't know." I huff, putting both hands on my hips in a dramatic fashion. He huffs too and throws his hands on his chest in a defensive manner.
"Well I'm sorry you look like a Marceline."
"It's Y/n."
"I can't remember the names for the life of me, so I apologize if you get a new name tomorrow." he sarcastically says.
"You tell yourself that." I turn around and start to preoccupy myself with the costumes. "Speak of needing some love. One or both of us have to work on sewing these.
"Sounds good to me." and with that we get to work. Despite the preoccupation I have no idea what I just got myself into. Why do I do things on a whim?
