𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

13│THE CHRISTMAS PLAY DISASTER

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
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»»————- ꒰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴘʟᴀʏ
ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ ꒱


❝ CAN I BE A BREAKDANCING
SHEPHERD? ❞

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"This year we've decided to do something a bit different," Mrs. Davis announced to her class sometime in early November. "Instead of putting on a Christmas play together as a school, each class is selecting their own topic to perform." Her students groaned in unison as no one was very happy thinking about the extra work this would mean. "Oh, shush. It won't be as bad as you think. At least this way, you'll have some say in what we do. Over the next few days, I'd like you all to think about what selection you would prefer and at the end of the week, we'll make a decision."

The bell rang for lunch and the students quickly rushed out of the room before their teacher could give them any more assignments. Miya, as usual, was slower to put away her books as she preferred to avoid the crush of her classmates making a beeline for the cafeteria. Jonah waited for her patiently, twirling the unplugged string of his orange headphones around in the air as he did so.

"Whatever we do," he began in a slightly loud voice to be heard over the commotion, "I'll definitely be on sound. Memorizing for the sake of memorizing is a waste of my brain space."

The brunette huffed, slightly jealous of his talent. She stood and pushed her chair in before they made their way to the door. "Do you need an assistant? Or a snack runner? Or literally anything? Because if I don't have a preassigned job, I just know I'll somehow get a role with too many lines to memorize."

He gave her a sympathetic smile, knowing that the school play was her least favorite time of the year. "Don't worry, I'll find a job for you, even if it's just putting my headphones on my head for me."

She gave him a grateful look as they walked through the now mostly-empty halls. Although they'd been 'dating' for more than a year now, it still felt a little. . . forced. She wasn't sure how to describe it, but affectionate gestures such as hand-holding didn't seem to come them as easily to them as she'd hoped. Still, Jonah was Jonah, and he continued to be there for her and save her from as much reading as possible.

Wanting to express her appreciation for his support, she hesitantly reached forward to grab his hand. The brunet, however, didn't notice her attempt and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Miya's hand closed around empty air, and it was only after she pulled her fingers away did the boy catch her motion. He smiled guiltily. "Oh, sorry. Um, did you want to hold hands?"

Her dark eyes darted to the ground, embarrassed that she'd been caught. "Only if you want to," she answered quickly. "It's okay if you don't."

He shook his head and took one hand from his pocket to offer it to her. "I don't mind."

Except, now that they'd had a conversation about it, she wasn't really sure if she wanted to anymore. Still, she didn't want to upset him and allowed his to thread his fingers between hers. It was little things like that— simple interactions that were normal for couples that didn't seem to come naturally to them. Either she missed his attempts, or he missed hers, but they never seemed to line up properly.

They continued to walk down the hall towards the cafeteria, hand-in-hand. Jonah glanced over at her. "Do you have any idea what you want the play to be?"

She shook her head. "I just hope that whatever's chosen isn't Alyssa's choice. She's already class Queen; the play would only add fuel to her fire."