One Love, One Heart (Last Book In The "Rise And Shine" Series) *Jahvie*

Chapter Twelve: An Easy A

I felt as if I was going to die.

Now, don't get me wrong, my whole social-anxiety-making-me-shit-myself-if-I-got-in-front-of-a-big-crowd problem has settled long ago when me and Jayy had that concert. Who knows, maybe everyone gets nervous? Ooh, I wonder if Rihanna gets nervous...

Dammit, Dahvie, focus!

With rehearsal, and some serious holding back on wanting to stab someone, I actually got my group to cope with me. Now, look at what day it is! I actually believe everyone in my group is actually not so bad; sides the fact that I almost had to scream at them to actually read their scripts.

"Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall

Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall." CJ had somehow mastered the act of Tybalt- but let's face the facts, him and the said character are both dicks. And as he swiftly turned on his heel and walked away to his seat, I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride swell in my chest as I made my way over to Deja as composed as I could, hoping to God I wouldn't stutter over my lines.

I took Deja's hand, knowing she couldn't slap me away like she (and me) wanted too, so she just stared up at me as our fingers interlocked. I spoke, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

She smiled, somehow looking sweet from her normal haggy scowl she always threw at me, "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this,

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." I placed the hand that wasnt locked with hers gently on her cheek, leaning down and kissing my thumb, and I swear I heard some people in the room gasp, but I swiftly ignored them, "thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." I leaned back only far enough to see her eyes.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again." Again, I broke the space and kissed my thumb.

We drew apart, and she spoke breathlessly, "You kiss by th' book."

Then, Jeremy stepped in, "Madam, your mother craves a word with you."

Deja gave me a longing look before slowly pulling her hand away, going over to the side. I looked at Jeremy, "What is her mother?"

"Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.

I nursed her daughter that you talked withal.

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks." He surprised me when he spoke the olden language fluently. Psh. And he said he didn't care about this project.

I stared at him in disbelief, "Is she a Capulet?

O dear account! My life is my foe's debt."

Mark- or should I say Benvolio, was suddenly there, looking at me, doing a small shooing motion with his hands, "Away, begone. The sport is at the best."

I acted uneasily, "Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest."

Mark- Capulet, stepped up, "Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone.

We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.-

Is it e'en so? Why, then, I thank you all.

I thank you, honest gentlemen. Good night.-

More torches here!-Come on then, let's to bed.

Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late.

I'll to my rest."

All three of us made our way from the front of the room, going to our seats. As I sat down, everyone grinned at me as if they were proud. I smiled sheepishly before turning my attention back to the front, seeing Deja- Juliet, and Mat- Nurse.

She made a motion with her hand, "Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?"

"The son and heir of old Tiberio."

"What's he that now is going out of door?"

"Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio."

"What's he that follows here, that would not dance?" she pointed at me.

"I know not."

"Go ask his name.-If he be married.

My grave is like to be my wedding bed."

"His name is Romeo, and a Montague,

The only son of your great enemy."

Her happy curious mood deflated like a baloon, "My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathèd enemy."

"What's this? What's this?"

"A rhyme I learned even now

Of one I danced withal."

CJ from his seat, shouted out, "Juliet!"

"Anon, anon!

Come, let's away. The strangers all are gone."

They both excited the front, ending the scene. Almost everyone at once, all jumped up and started clapping like crazy- even Mrs. Gajewski, who never really appreciates anything. I blinked in shock. I didn't expect a standing ovation.

"That was amazing, you guys!" our teacher yelled, "it felt so real! I was at the edge of my seat when Dahvie kissed Deja! Oh my!"

I turned to my friends, "it looked that real?"

"Oh yeah. I got a but jealous," Jayy grinned, crossing his arms, "you've never kissed me like that,"

I rolled my eyes, but smiled, "you want me to recite Shakespeare when I kiss you?"

He seemed to think about that before scrunching up his face distastefully, "actually, I'll pass. I'd have no idea what you would he saying anyway,"

I shook my head. He really does not like Shakespeare.

"Next up! Mason, Skylar, and Jayy."

I'm so sorry this chapter is so short! But I just couldn't think of anything else to write.

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