Turning pages ~ Charlie Jones (stereo kicks)

Chapter 20

Charlie's P.O.V

When Sam said that, Annabelle seemed to tense up. I didn't know why and it was unbelievable how much I wanted to find out. I felt incredibly bad about what I'd said to Annabelle last night, she looked so distraught. I was finally getting her to trust me too. Well done Charlie, way to fuck it all up. Why didn't I just believe her in the first place? It wasn't like she was going to just lie to me, was it? She wouldn't lie to me about something like that, she wasn't the sort of person too. I was so overwhelmed by the fact she was with Reece to think rationally. It was almost as if I was jealous. But really, me? Jealous? I don't think so.

I know so.

I wasn't jealous!

Obviously.

I wasn't! I swear I wa- oh you know what, I'm not even going to bother. I don't want to argue with myself, it's just a bit stupid.

"What do you mean?" I asked, pushing my thought away for a moment and setting my gaze on Sam. Sam seemed to tense up slightly as he twirled his pen in his hand. His hand drifted up to the back of his neck and he scratched it; doing something I know I did when I didn't know what to say.

"Just that she is clever..." Sam mumbled, before passing a sheet of paper over to Casey, who looked at him suspiciously before taking the sheet off him. Annabelle was watching me, but when I caught her staring, she glanced back down at the papers in front of her.

"I, um, I read the script." She replied. I lifted my head and saw her pushing a small piece of paper towards me, almost the size of a sticky-note. I took it off her and looked at what she had written on it. "They're the scenes I thought we could do, except, there is one scene in there that's sort of romance, so I skipped those and chose the battles and stuff."

I clicked my tongue and shook my head, placing the sticky-note on the table. "No, Romeo and Juliet is a romance, the story behind it is that 'love conquers all' or something like that. We need a few romantic scenes." I stated. I heard a sigh escape Annabelle's lips and she tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. I wish I could do that.

No I don't.

Yes you do.

Oh not you again, get out of my brain you annoying little voice.

"Give me the script, and I'll pick a scene." I stated, Annabelle reluctantly handed me the script and I fished through it. "We can do this one," I stated, pointing to Act 1, Scene 5, my finger was on the line of which Romeo tells Juliet to kiss him.

"But wont that mean I'll have to kiss you?" Annabelle questioned anxiously. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm sure you've kissed someone before," I replied, returning to the script and reading through. "It's a Friday and I'm not doing anything tonight, so I'll drive you to mine and we can practice the script."

"Are there anymore scenes?" Annabelle questioned. I flipped through and found another.

"We can do this scene also," I replied, pointing to Act 2, Scene 2. Annabelle glanced down at the desk before lifting her head and looking me right in the eye. I could tell she hadn't gotten over what I had said yesterday and it almost killed me. And you say that you don't like her.

Not you again, if you don't have anything productive to say, then don't say it.

Just stating a fact.

Inwardly rolling my eyes I saw Annabelle had taken the script out of my hand and was reading through the scene that I had just picked out. "We can do this scene instead of the other?" She suggested, I shook my head.

"We can do them both," I replied. I knew she felt uncomfortable, but it's not like she was really in love with me. It was just acting. Plus, I don't know why she would be so worried about kissing me, I'm sure she's kissed someone before.

"If you say so," She sighed and picked up her pencil. She placed it onto the paper and began to draw lines on it. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, so I just sat and watched her curiously. Annabelle must have noticed me staring at her so she looked at me and pointed her pencil at a piece of blank paper in front of me.

"Draw a rose on there please, it's for the poster," She stated, before going back to her drawing. It was then that I realized she was probably drawing a rose. Picking up my pencil, I attempted to draw a rose, thinking it couldn't turn out that dreadful.

"Annabelle! You have to mean it!" I exclaimed, holding my script in front of me. Annabelle let her gaze land on me and she shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. We were standing in my bedroom, attempting to practice Act 1, Scene 5. But Annabelle didn't feel it, and we were only on the first two lines we shared together. We'd decided to use the modern English version, as saying the old English text could be quite complicated and not many people know what we were going on about.

Letting out a sigh, I let my hand find her hand and I held it, her skin soft to touch. "Your hand is like a holy place that my hand is unworthy to visit. If you're offended by the touch of my hand, my two lips are here like blushing pilgrims ready to make things better with a kiss." I watched as Annabelle glanced down at her sheet, I could tell she was surprised when I touched her hand, but I felt it went better with the script.

"Good pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand you show polite devotion. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of statues of saints. Holding one palm to another is like a kiss." Annabelle replied, keeping her hand in my own. She was getting anxious, we'd never gotten this far in the script before.

"Don't saints and pilgrims have lips too?" I said, looking right into her dark-green eyes. She stayed looking at me, before she spoke.

"Yes pilgrim, they have lips that they are supposed to pray with." Annabelle said, a small smile drifting onto her lips.

"Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do. I'm praying for you to kiss me. Please answer my prayer so my faith doesn't turn into despair." I moved my face closer to hers and I felt her breathing hitch. Her lips were just centimetres away from my own, her warm breath hitting my skin frequently but softly.

"Saints don't move, even when they answer prayers." She replied, moving back slightly, but I just followed her; my hand was still in hers and I knew Annabelle was slightly worried about what was coming next. Now, my face was right in front of hers, our noses brushing against each other's.

"Then don't move, while I act out my prayer." I moved forwards and took her lips with my own, her lips soft and smooth against my own. I pulled away but didn't move very far backwards. "Now my sin has been taken from my lips by yours."

Annabelle stared at me before answering me. "Do my lips have the sin they took from yours?"

"Sin from my lips? You encourage crime with your sweetness. Give me my sin back." This time, Annabelle would have to kiss me. I saw her hesitantly lean forwards and I met her halfway, eager to feel her lips against my own again.

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They FINALLY kissed!! Comment what you think of this story and vote please an thankyou! :)