This was the lesson where you were practicing the play 'Romeo and Juliet,' you were getting paired up with someone to play one of the last scenes in the play, part of you hoped that you would get paired up with Louis, but part of you knew that you would mess up somehow.
"Okay, class. As you know we will be pairing everyone up to read Romeo and Juliet," t/n says, she opens up a slide on the projector with everyone's pair. You find your name, paired up with c/n. And all you can think of now is all the bad possibilities that could occur.
You search the room for him, and your eyes spot each other. You can't tell if your blushing, or what your feeling. He walks up to you and hands you a script of the play.
"So we are doing ACT 2, SCENE 5. Feel free to read the lines outside!"
"Hey y/n," he smiles, and he searches through the script searching for the page, you do the same, "So I'm guessing I'm Romeo?"
You laugh softly, "No I'm Romeo," Louis laughs hard, and his smile is everything to you, "Do you want to go outside?"
"Yeah," you walk outside the classroom, all alone...quiet, just you and Louis.
"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?" He reads the first line, then continues through the first long paragraph that he has to read. As he reads, he looks into your eyes.
"Ay me!" you read the line you have.
"She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art," he says, it's like he's saying it to you which makes your stomach turn happily, "As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven, Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes, Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air."
You follow the words as you speak in the script, and look up at Louis. You notice that he is looking at you.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?" You say, and you notice that Louis has gone so much closer to you. You stare up at him for a while then continue reading.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He says smiling at you. Then you realize that he's going to kiss you. You slowly move your lips towards his. All of a sudden you have a whole bunch of doubts, 'oh no, what if I have smelly breath?' you think in your head. But when your lips touch, all the doubt goes because right now, it's just you and him.
"Take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo," he says when you two separate, "I'm in love with you y/n."
