And So Romeo Forgot His Lines

And So Romeo Forgot His Lines {8}

We got off the bus at Alex’s house. I let out a whistle. It was big and painted a fancy white. I didn’t even know there was a fancy white. It loomed and mocked the houses around it. Alex opened the big ass gate and led me up a path surrounded by a neatly kept lawn. Flowers welcomed us as we reached the door. Gross. I hated flowers.

She opened her front door, which had a fancy golden knocker on it, and led me inside. We slipped off our shoes and she lined them up neatly against the wall before leading me into her giant kitchen.

Her mom turned around to greet her. She gasped and grabbed at her heart. I gave her my trademark cocky smirk. “Long time no see,” I said, looking around unimpressed. Her mom fixed me with a hard glare.

I yawned.

“What is he doing here?” she demanded. “We have to work on a project,” Alex said, helplessly holding up the plastic baby. “I got partnered with him.” Don’t you love how people act like you don’t have ears?

Alex led me up stairs. Her stairs had a fancy carpet and spiraled up. She opened the door to her room and I swear I nearly screamed in agony.

Pink walls. Pink and white furniture. Pink clothes laid out. Fluffy pink. Pink, pink, pink.

I hate pink.

She smirked and walked into the room. She pat a pink chair. “Have a seat Shame.” My black socks gently rested on the fluffy pink carpet which instantly swallowed them up in its pinkness. Pink should go die. I swear one day I’ll stab it to death.

I sat in the pink chair and felt myself sticking out. I flipped my hair to cover my eyes. It felt like they fit in too much with the pink. She held up the baby and made a face at him. “We have to change Bob’s diaper,” she grumbled.

Alex pulled out the diapers we had been supplied. She looked from to the diapers. I shrugged and held out my hands. I placed the baby on the bed and slid the diaper off. I carefully changed it. Alex was staring at me wide eyed. “What?” I asked, my cocky smirk slapped onto my face.

“How did you know how to do that?” she asked in awe. I shrugged. “I used to babysit my baby cousin. She’s 11 years younger than me.” We stared at the baby. “You can feed it,” I said. My eyes felt weird. They felt dry and itchy but were watering, blurring my vision. “Are you crying?” Alex asked, amused. I shook my head, confused.

I rubbed my eyes furiously, only making them water and itch more. That was odd. That usually only happened when I was having an allergic reaction which I hadn’t had in a almost a year.

Alex was holding the fake bottle to the baby’s mouth, which was making sucking noises. She was watching me curiously as I rubbed my eyes. “I’m fine,” I said. I sneezed a few times and my nose felt stuffed. That was really weird.

I ignored it and tried not to itch my eyes as we recorded things about Bob the Baby. His name, weight, size, and other pointless things. I had been here for about two hours. I was sweating, my eyes ached with intensity and a tear would occasionally roll down my cheek. My nose was stuffed and yet I continued to sneeze. Breathing was hard. I was getting air in small gasps.

“Seamus, what’s wrong with you?” Alex demanded. She was probably annoyed with my gasping. I shook my head. “Can’t breathe,” I managed. She glared. “Well why?!” Her door creaked open and I just about screamed.

A cat.

I was deathly allergic to cats.

I pointed desperately. “Deathly allergic!” I gasped. Alex’s eyes widened as the cat came over and jumped on me, purring. “That’s the chair she’s always in!” Alex cried and grabbed the cat off me. I gasped more, barely breathing now.

I whipped out my cell and texted Lizzy that I was having an allergic reaction at Alex’s. Alex gently sat the cat down before grabbing my arm that wasn’t in a sling and pulled me downstairs. “What is going on?” her mother demanded. “He’s badly allergic to Snowball!” she said and dragged me outside.

I tried to laugh, only making me wheeze more. Snowball? Lizzy’s car pulled into the driveway and she hopped out and ran to me. “I didn’t know he was allergic!” Alex cried.

“It’s alright,” Lizzy assured, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. She led me to the car and put me in the front seat before driving me to the hospital. It was the second time I had ever had this bad of a reaction to a cat.

***Alex’s POV***

I went inside feeling terrible. But then again, how was I supposed to know Seamus was deathly allergic to my precious cat? Mother didn’t seem concerned and I went upstairs. Snowball was resting on the chair. I picked up the fake baby and my eyes widened. Shoot! This meant we had to work at Seamus’s house! Maybe I could try to switch partners though.

The next day at school during Living, I walked over to the teacher. Seamus wasn’t here today. “Um…Mrs. Fazio?” “Yes Alexandria?” I sighed. “I can’t work with Seamus.” She gave me a knowing look. “I know he can be mean, but I picked names as fairly as I could.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not why. He’s deathly allergic to my cat. We were working at my house yesterday and he had a terrible reaction. He’s probably at the hospital still.”

She looked kind of shocked. Good. “Well then, I guess you two will have to work at his house.” Wait…no! My eyes widened. “I can’t work at his house!” I cried. “Why not?” I made a face. “He’s emo! He lives in the ghettos!” She gave me a stern look.

“Ms. Arnold! That is no way to talk about a classmate! I will hear no more talk of ‘emo’ or ‘ghetto’. You two will work at Seamus’s home!” I looked helplessly at Bob.

Aw man.