(Y/n)'s POV
I walk into the living room from the kitchen with a pillow and a fork. It may seem weird to some, but for me, this is normal. I sit down at my low floor table and prop my pillow up on it. I hold the fork with both of my hands and look into my computer. "O Romeo, Romeo- wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou will not, but be sworn by my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." I speak to the into my makeshift microphone.
I look back at the computers bright screen. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes owe without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; doff throw off, get rid of, do away with and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself." I speak my major lines of Romeo and Juliet.
"(Y/n)! Why did you screw with my art project?!" Macey yelled at me from the other room. My eyes widen as I run into the kitchen, where her neat 3D solar system model sat on the counter. "I didn't mess with it, I swear!" I said as I raised my hands in surrender as I lean in for a better look.
"It looks untouched to me." I said leaning back on my right foot. "Well then you left the window open?" She asked, her tone more calm now. "Nope, the window is jammed, remember?" I tell her. "Then you turned on the fan." She said. "We don't own a fan, you idiot." I said bluntly.
She 'Oh'ed and walked out of our small dorm with her project on a rolling, table like stool. I sighed and went back to practicing for auditions of the play I have dreamed to enter since diaper days.
Time passed and I tossed on my (f/c) jacket and zipped it up as I headed out the door. I walk down the hallway and into the theater room. I walk to the rows of chairs and sit next to the director. He is the classic french guy, you know? He was wearing a black and white stripped shirt, trousers, and a fancy black mustache that curled upwards at the ends.
"Bonjour, (Y/n), you are up next." He said as a blond girl walked off the stage after preforming her part for Juliet. I walk backstage and onto the large, wooden stage facing the chairs.
"O Romeo, Romeo- wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name." I said loudly. I saw the director nodding his head and writing something down in his notebook.
"Or, if thou will not, but be sworn by my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." I said dramatically. I finished my parts and bowed before walking off stage and to the audience.
A long while later, the director went onstage. "Bonjour my les enfants! I am so glad that you could come this morning! You will know the results this Friday. Also, be sure to stop by the art fair today." He announced, his accent echoing in the room. "You are dismissed, bonne journée!" He said as we all flood out of the room.
BONJOUR!!! I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER X READER. IM TOO LAZY TO MOVE MY HAND TOUCH THE OTHER SIDE OF THE KEYBOARD AND PRESS THE 'CAPS OFF' BUTTON... I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND STICK AROUND FOR MY JEFF THE KILLER X READER!!!
ALSO, BE SURE TO GO CHECK OUT MY EYELESS JACK X READER CALLED "I KIDNEY YOU". AND MAYBE, JEFF THE KILLER BOOK COMES OUT, CHECK THAT ONE OUT TOO!
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My Red String Is Golden - Puppeteer x Reader
FanfictionLiving one hell of a life, (Y/n) loses everything. Her boyfriend, brother, Mom, (Cat/Name) friends, and social and online life, even her theater career! Little did she know, that the one feeding off of her loneliness, was the real Romeo to her Julie...