Summary: You knew that agreeing to practice lines from Romeo and Juliet with your best friend Leo was a bad idea.
AN: I'm a little nervous about posting this because I haven't really written imagines before, but oh well, I'll see how it goes :) Tell me what you think! :)
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"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands - „ I force out, trying to avoid Leo's piercing blue gaze. He's looking at me like he's never looked at me before.
Of course he is - he's acting. Practicing the first interaction between Romeo and Juliet with me.
Why on earth did I agree to do this?
Because he's my best friend.
Leo and I have been best friends for years - since we met for the first time when we were seven - but lately I feel like my feelings have changed. Like friendship isn't the only thing I feel for him anymore. Which isn't good at all, because I don't want to risk ruining our friendship.
Also, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't feel the same way.
But right now it's proving really hard to convince myself of that, with him looking at me all intrigued and enticing.
„For saints have hands", I force myself to repeat, trying my very best not to loose myself in Leo's ocean-blue eyes, „that pilgrim's hands do touch; and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
I take a step back, putting some very much needed distance between Leo and me. The look in his eyes has me feeling like it'd be a good idea to just grab him and kiss him, running my fingers through his dirty-blonde hair like I've secretly been dreaming of doing for quite some time now. His hair looks like it would feel soft to my touch and his lips -
Focus, I tell myself.
But it's hard to focus as Leo closes the distance between us once again, reaching for my hand. His fingertips graze my skin and I feel a weird tingling in my hand.
„Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?", Leo recites, interlacing our fingers.
„Ay, pilgrim, lips - I'm sorry, I can't do this!", I say, hastily pulling my hand back, as if his touch has burned my skin.
„What say you, Juliet?", Leo asks, grinning, still not breaking character.
How does he do this? How on earth can he do all these romantic scenes without catching any feelings?
He's an actor, I remind myself.
This isn't real. This isn't my best friend Leo looking at me like he's finally seeing me in another light, this is Romeo Montague being absolutely captivated by Juliet Capulet.
