I turned up at the palace theatre completely exhausted as I'd had to get two trains because the one I'd booked was delayed. I mean it was alright but not the best.
I settled down next to Ash and Oakley joined us. 'How's my boys doing?' Oakley slammed the books he was carrying down on the floor next to us. 'Ummm yeah good... ' Ash looked down. 'Good, good.' Oakley nodded.
'Did you know? ' Ash began, grabbing both our attention. 'What? ' I raised an eyebrow. 'That when you-' he jabbed me in the rib. -ran last night-'
'Ash cut to it! ' Oakley interrupted.
'Ok ok. ' he was going to try and be funny, I could tell. 'Well when Solas rang, he ran my Nokia 3000! ' Oakley snorted, I just rolled my eyes. 'You don't have a Nokia, and can we pleassseee get on with reading. '
'Fine! Fine. '
I resumed reading where I'd left off:
ACT TWO SCENE ONE,
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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ (𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏) :
Just... Ugh
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅.
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 ᴀsʜᴇʀ.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
I knew it, I knew it.
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ:
What? How the-
ᴀsʜᴇʀ 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒚.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
You left me a key to your house remember.
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ:
Damn.... Yeah...
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
Well you didn't tell me this....
ᴀsʜᴇʀ 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔.
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ:
Asher, I was going to...since you're my only friend...
'Friend ay? ' Ash looked at where my finger was on the page. 'Ha yeah... ' I chuckled.
'What? Is there something you two need to tell me?'
'No no! ' Ash shook his head, and glanced at me.
'No. Yeah no. '
'You sure. '
We both nodded.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
So? You didn't.
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ:
Look I am sorry.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
I could have gone ballistic, you know?
ᴄᴀsᴘᴇʀ:
But you didn't why?
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
So I could admire these. (𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅) But also admire your job.
Casper (𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔) :
Really? Ha that's ridiculous. But I like it.
ACT TWO, SCENE TWO,
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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩.
ᴀsʜᴇʀ (𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔)
I need help. Or Ash does. I don't know. We need help.
ᴍʀ ᴀᴊᴀʀ:
Erm what help Coldstream?
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
Spy related.
ᴍʀ ᴀᴊᴀʀ:
So he was...
ᴀsʜᴇʀ:
Yes. He is.
ᴍʀs sᴍɪᴛʜ:
You gonna have to wait for help... Can it wait?
ᴀ𝒔ʜᴇʀ:
A day because I know the dance is coming up, yes. Mrs Smith.
YOU ARE READING
ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛs ||•|| BOY X BOY ||•|| S.M148
Teen Fiction'ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ? ' =========================================== A west End debut can't be that bad right? Or can it? For Solas Fritz it's hard to tell as the play itself begins to merge with reality.
