Me: Bob!
Bob: Night!
Me: Bob!
Bob: Night!
Me: Bight!
Bob: eww.
Me: I know. But we have a romantic dare. Guess who it's from.
Bob: Autumn.
Autumn: *pop up behind bob* That's right!
Bob: AHH! STALKER!
Autumn: *turns to night* Did you ask Jack Frost to come?
Jack: Someone say my name?
Me: JACKIE! *Squeals and hugs him*
Jack: ACK! It's nice to see you too?
Me: *shoves him in front of me* Protect me from her!!!! *points at autumn*
Jack: No.
Me: Please?
Jack: I came to help her!
Me: *crosses arms* Trader.
Bob: Can we get back to the dare?
Me: Yes! Autumn, explain the dare.
Autumn: *rubs hands evily* The first thing you need to do, is act out a part of Romeo and Juliet!
Bob: What!
Me: I hate that play! Literally, everyone in that play was stupid. Romeo especially. There death could have been prevented in sooooo many ways.
Bob: not to mention they killed gibbels.
Me: Tybalt!
Bob: Gibbels.
Autumn: Whaa???
Me: Inside joke. The boys in my class kwept calling tybalt gibbels it was really funny actually.
Jack: Moving on! What part are we making them act out?
Autumn: The death scene!
Bob: dark...
Me: At least its not the balcony scene.
Bob: We still have to kiss.
Me: *flipps random table* DANG IT!
Jack: Anyone else wondering where the table came from? No? Anyone?
Autumn: Nope. Jack, go get bob into his costume. It's Showtime. *grabs nights hand* Come on girl!
Me&Bob: ACK! *gets pulled away*
(TIME SKIP BROIGHT TO YOU BY JACK AND AUTIMN FLIRTING!)
*There is a stage set up. Night is lying on a stone table, wearing a blue olden day gown(First picture on top) . She looks to be dead*
*Bob comes in, wasting a olden day costume (Second picture on top!).
Bob: *Looks at night, puts a hand to his chest*
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry, which their keepers call
A lightning before death! Oh, how may I
Call this a lightning?-O my love, my wife! *Grabs Nights hand*
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advancèd there.-
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favor can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again. Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
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