Medusa (A Fairytale Green FanFic)

Chapter 5.5: Romeo, Romeo, Where the F*ck is Romeo?

"Why do I have to do this?" Brennan whined, pacing outside the car. We were parked outside of the Armstrong's house; Brennan had asked Lana for the address, likely not realizing we'd show up unannounced.

With my arms folded, I glared at him as he struggled through a very elementary monologue: Romeo's balcony scene. He muttered under his breath, and I resisted the urge to correct some of his pronunciations.

"Because," I said, very simply.

"Because why?" he asked petulantly.

"Because macaroni."

Brennan stopped pacing and gave me a scathing look, so add odds with his usual happy-go-lucky temperament. "This is not about macaroni. Grow some balls and ask Ella out."

Raising my eyebrows, I stared at him. "Grow some better eyes to get through your damn monologue and you might get to graduate and get your surfing license." He coughed sheepishly, and then with a fist by his mouth, he cleared his throat, and tried again.

"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun," he said, attempting a weird, British accent. I cringed inwardly, trying to breathe through the pain. Finally, I could not take anymore.

"Just read it in your normal voice," I hissed at last, and he damn well near screamed at me with his frustration.

"I shouldn't read the part in the middle. I can't confess my love to her! We just met!"

"So did Romeo and Juliet," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm skipping it," he snapped.

"Fine!" I retorted. "I don't care anymore. Now finish this before I take the fucking poison to rid myself of this infernal moment!"

"Fine. Okay. You do the Juliet lines." I nodded grudgingly.

He started over from the first line. Breathing in deeply with my nose, I kept my gaze lowered, staring at nothing until I needed to say a line, which, for some reason, I actually knew. He got to the end of the first portion.

"—O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" Brennan said, in a much improved way.

"Ay me," I said, resisting the urge to laugh at this preposterous situation as I spoke Juliet's line. I kept my face utterly still, however.

"'She speaks'—oh, dammit. Is that her parent's car?" I turned my head, still leaning on my truck.

"How the fuck should I know? I'm not a stalker. I don't know what their car looks like."

"Mm," Brennan hummed, "yes, you are."

"Oh, fuck off," I grumbled at the jab about Ella."They're pulling in."

The car slid smoothly into the driveway, and a blonde woman exited the passenger side holding grocery bags. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but her husband (at least I was assuming it was her husband) clearly could, and he pointed at Brennan and I... except, Brennan was no longer standing next to me.

Annoyed, I looked around only to see him collecting little stones. Was he going to throw stones at her window? I nearly lost my eyes to the back of my head with how hard I rolled them. Shaking my head subtly, I leaned all my weight against the door of my truck and tried to think of some positives. Ella. Ella was here. I would see Ella soon.

At the sound of Brennan's voice, I looked up to see Brennan speaking with the woman, and she was smiling broadly at whatever Brennan was saying.

If only he could deliver Shakespeare with such charm.