Romeo and Juliet: Modified , Lashton

Act 4: A Home.

"Ay me!"

"She speaks:

Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou are

As glorious to this night, bein' over my head

As a winged messenger of heaven

On to the white up turn wondering ey-"

"No, no. Luke, oh my god, you've messed up again." Ashton laughed at the blonde boy as he, for the fourth time, read the lines wrong.

Luke groaned and flopped down beside Ashton on the bed. "I don't get it! I don't understand these fucking words."

Ashton laughed and gently patted Luke's leg. "It goes like this:

'She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes'," he said with ease, the words flowing from it mouth like water from a faucet.

Luke watched as Ashton's lips formed the words that so tricked his mouth. The way they curved around each 'o' and how his voice was soft spoken yet filled with the emotion that should be displayed whilst playing the love stricken Romeo. It was like watching him transform from Ashton and into Romeo. Luke wasn't exactly sure he could tell the two apart anymore.

"You're very good." Luke complimented as Ashton sat back beside him again.

Ashton's cheek tinted a shade of red, which he ducted his head in order to hide the fact he was blushing. "Thank you, I practice a lot I guess."

Luke swung his legs on the bed and sat crisscrossed. Ashton followed suit.

"Really? You seem like a natural." Luke said.

Ashton lightly chuckled, "Eh, it could be. I mean I'm not the best, dear god far from it, but I do really enjoy acting so that plays a part in it. I think that the more passion you have for the something, the better you'll be at it. Even if you don't have natural talent."

"Hmm," Luke said. "Wonderful thinking. Obviously I don't have a lot of passion for this." He laughed and so did Ashton.

"What is your passion?" Ashton asked, "I-if you don't mind me asking."

Luke shook his head, "Nah, course not. We need to get to know each other anyways, right?"

Ashton nodded.

Luke thought for a second. He scratched his chin and tilted his head to the side a bit whilst he though. What was his passion?

"Music, I think," he finally answered, "Because anytime I think of myself really being happy or really putting my all into anything-I think of music. Playing my guitar and writing music for shitty lyrics while my brothers tell me to shut up because it's two in the morning. Or when I listen to my favourite song and nearly blow my lungs out from singing the lyrics because it's that good. Those times are the best. That's when I really feel alive, you know?"- Ashton shook his head- "Yeah, that's definitely my passion."

Ashton stared at Luke with a small smile gracing his face. He loved the light that sparked within Luke's eyes as he got more into the description of him playing music. The way his voice was lace with excitement and how his body littered with overwhelming love for the topic. He could tell that Luke really did love music. And, if time and God would let him, he would love to spend the rest of his days just listening to Luke ramble on about it.