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Crutchie x Reader | "Mine Too"

I'm currently rushing backstage to get my wig on. I'm playing Eliza in the (your school) production of Hamilton, which is tonight.

I can hear the music playing and Jack saying his lines for his role of Alexander. I manage to get my wig on, and prepare to walk out on stage. Once he finishes his line, I feel a rush of euphoria as I walk out on stage.

"When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick," I sing, then stand off to the side. I accidentally look out to the audience, catching my eye on a very pretty boy with dirty blond hair and who has a crutch next to him. I recognize him from my math class.

I see his eyes dart to me, but I quickly move my eyes away, making sure no one saw me break character. But all throughout the performance, I see him staring at me, which makes me blush under the light.

During Helpless, I twirl around the stage, pretending to be lovestruck by the boy, Jack, who's the president of the school newspaper club. I catch the boy with the crutch looking slightly upset, which I'm sadly forced to ignore as to not break character.

We perform me walking down the aisle, as I walk up to Jack. He pulls me into a kiss that looks very passionate to the audience, but in reality, there's no romance at all. 

I walk off stage, looking out through the curtains at the boy, and I see him staring at the stage with a saddened expression. Suddenly a hand is on my shoulder, and it takes all of my power to not make any noise. I turn around to see my friend, Kathrine, who plays Angelica. She pulls me away as to not make any noise.

"I see that you've got someone's eyes on you," she says. I shush her, smiling and blushing like a madman.

"No. Maybe. But I don't even know him," I say. She smiles and scoffs.

"Yet. After today, you should totally get to know him. I mean, he's in the newspaper club, so you could probably get to know him through Jack," she says, rolling her eyes at the boy's name.

"Wait a second, do you like Jack Kelly?" I ask her. She blushes and shuts my mouth.

"No way! He's so annoying. I mean, he's just a flirt, a complete ego maniac. I don't care if he's the face of this musical. What a face," she swoons. "I mean, he's handsome and heroically charismatic, but he's also plain-spoken, skirt chasing, cocky little son of a-"

"Woah, language. But I totally think you like him. And I think you two would be cute together," I say with a wink. She shoves me, and I let out a quiet laugh. "Hey, I'm just being honest."

"Okay, so maybe I like him. But he's probably taken or something," she says, crossing her arms in defeat. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Please. Having to kiss him in Hamilton let me get to know him. And I had apologized for having to kiss him, saying how he probably has a girlfriend. He told me how he's never had a girlfriend, and we both told eachother how we don't have any romantic attraction to eachother. Plus he may have said he likes someone else in the cast," I say. She slightly shoots up.

"What did he tell you about them?" She asks. I smirk, looking up at her.

"Well, he may have said how he's never met anyone like her. She is the most sassy girl he has ever met. Plus, he might have said that her dad is the principle," I say, which makes her blush.

We start talking for a couple of minutes, about the play, boys, and school, occasionally having to go back on stage for our parts.

I get called on stage for Burn. Walking on stage, I make sure to reach the deepest part of my mind, where I've been abandoned and broken. Being on stage makes me be able to control my emotions, all of them, which I can't normally do.