Romeo And Julius

Chapter 13

-Night Before the First Show-

Peter's POV

I am bisexual.

And I like Harley.

A lot.

Like. A lot, a lot.

I am freaking out.

Harley hasn't been at school. He hasn't shown up to any of the play rehearsals.

I've tried texting him. I've tried calling him. He keeps sending me to voicemail and leaving me on read.

During dress rehearsals, they haven't made us practice the kissing parts. It's a terrible mistake honestly because we'd get to the show without any practice. But, I'm grateful because I haven't had to kiss Flash.

I want to kiss Harley...

If Harley doesn't show up to the first performance tomorrow, then I'm gonna have to kiss Flash. Like. Actually. Kiss. Flash.

I start to panic even more. I've already texted Harley a lot today, I'm not gonna text him again until tomorrow.

I try to calm my anxiety so that I can go to sleep.

I close my eyes. Harley...

-The Next Day, After School-

Harley, once again, wasn't at school. It's all my fault.

My panic about tonight rises a lot. I need to text Harley.

I pull out my phone and desperately text Harley.

You: Harley, help.

You: I'm really, really sorry.

You: I know that I hurt you but I didn't mean to and I'm sorry.

You: You were sort of right. But so was I. I'm not gay. I'm bi. I'm bi, Harley. I just wasn't able to see it at the time.

You: I like you, Harley. A lot. I'm sorry that all this happened. And I really hope you show up at the play tonight.

You: I know you kinda hate me right now. But I really don't want to kiss Flash. Help me out. Just show up tonight. Please.

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He left me on read again. My anxiety rises to a more heightened level.

Tonight's gonna be a nightmare.

-Tonight-

Getting ready for the show made me feel a little bit more confident.

I know my lines.

I know where I'm supposed to go.

I know everything I'm supposed to do.

I can get through this. I just have to not think about it.

I have to kiss Flash.

Don't think about it.

I have to kiss Flash.

Just. Don't. Think. About. It.

I inhale deeply. I need to calm my thoughts.

A knock sounds on the door.

"Yes?" I ask.

The door opens. "It's almost your turn to go on."

I nod and stand up. "Okay."

The person leaves, but doesn't shut the door.

I check my appearance one last time. I look okay, but all my calming breaths and pep talks have been thrown out the second story window.

My anxiety is back. Once again.

I exit the room.

I stand on the side of the stage, waiting for my cue.

My cue comes.

I take a deep breath and walk on stage.

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