My Backstage Boyfriend | teen fiction

act 1, scene 9 - late night surprise

When I nudged the door open, I immediately spotted Emmy and rushed over to sit next to her. Looking around, I realized I had somehow ended up being one of the last people to arrive. Nick was there, as was Leila, James, Elena, Davis and Marta. They were the other leads in the show. Finally, Christian showed up dressed as none other than the Phantom of the Opera.

We were all chatting when we realized - Jessie wasn't among us. There was a solid minute of confusion as we all swore that we had seen her there.

BANG! Someone smacked a terrifying hand up onto the window. A masked person began crawling in. Marta screamed and hugged onto Davis, who seemed surprised but not upset.

Side note - They were playing my parents and I had made it my secret mission to get them to fall in love.

Anyway, back to the murderer crawling in through the window. The figure tumbled onto the carpet and whipped off her mask, revealing a bewildered Jessie underneath. It was silent and then everyone laughed.

"Okay guys, let's go!" She said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"There's so many people here, my parents won't notice we're missing. We're getting pancakes. Christian, how many can you take?"

"Uh, I can do three other than me. I have a small piano in the back," I noticed him leaning slightly towards me, like he was going to offer to take me.

"Of course you do. You take Davis and Marta and I. I call shotgun. Elena, you take Leila, Emmy, and James. Okay? Okay. Let's go."

And there she went. Right out the window, onto the roof, into the tree, and down. The others began to follow, not realizing she'd forgotten me and Nick. We looked at each other a little lost.

"Should we go out the window too?" I knit my eyebrows.

"I mean, I guess. Do we even know where they're going?" Good point.

"Denny's probably, right? They're probably the only place with pancakes around now. We could walk there and just meet up with them, check how far it is on your phone."

He pulled it out and checked. About 20 minutes, not bad.

"Alright," he said. "Let's do this. I'll go first in case you fall in your dress."

I hadn't even thought about that. It was so spontaneous. I thought maybe she was calling us up for spin the bottle or some secret alcohol thing, not parkour-to-pancakes-at-10:30 pm. So Nick just picked his little Winnie the Pooh self up and right out the window. I watched him scale his way down and tried to map out my own plan.

Shit. I had forgotten, I was wearing heels. I hiked up my skirt to my spandex and crawled out. Tossing my heels down to Nick, who somehow managed to catch them, I spotted my bright yellow crocs I had forgotten here on my last sleepover. Figuring they were better than nothing, I stuck them on and carefully treaded across the roof tiles. I bunched up my dress (flashing a whole lotta leg) and made my way down.

A couple feet from the ground, I slipped and miraculously, Nick caught me before I hit the ground completely. Still in his arms, he looked at my feet.

"Nice shoes," He remarked.

"Thanks."

We left my heels in a bush and started out for dinner.

For the first few minutes, we were quiet. The only sound was my feet smacking against the rubber soles of the crocs and the rustling of my crinoline in the breeze. My skirt had gotten a little shredded up on the way down. I crossed my arms over my chest, it was kind of chilly.