On Every Road

When I Look Into Your Eyes

I'm going back to university tomorrow, so the updates may not be every day but I'll try to update as much as possible. Luckily, there will be a holiday on the 15th till 19th! Have a great day ahead of y'all! And as always, enjoy reading! :)

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"What do you want to do today?" Logan and I resume to our usual PlayStation 3 gaming. We were playing Call of Duty this time on split screen. Which is the worst idea ever because if you know the map well, just like he does, you know where your enemy is hiding. 

"Just stay home, I guess. We have school tomorrow so we can't do much." I hide behind crates and ready my sniper. 

"I guess so. It would have been fun if we were in Santa Monica right now." He sighs and looks at my character. "You're so dead." He laughs and spots me. 

"Fuck." I sprint, change to my assault rifle, and shot him right on the head when I turn around. "90 degree no scope." I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"Got lucky." He pauses the game to get something to drink.

"Anyway, it would have been fun to be in Santa Monica right now but you were too much of a party animal at Jake's." I shrug.

"It's the alcohol, I'm telling you." He puts down two rootbeers on the coffee table and I take a sip out of mine. I just roll my eyes.

"We have practice tomorrow for the play though. 5 to 8PM." He scoffs.

"Ugh, shit. I forgot to memorize my lines." I put down my rootbeer and grab Logan's copy of the script. I read through it and breathe a sigh of relief. "Luckily, we don't come in till the third act. We just have to act on the first and second act, but no dialogue, since it's narrated on these parts."

"Yeah? What do we have to do?" 

"Well, it says here we just have to walk through the forest holding hands and being in love." I chuckle. 

"Sounds fun." He says, smiling at his rootbeer and taking a sip out of it. I smile while looking at him. 

The next day at school was a drag. While we were taking up lectures in all our classes, we still had practice for Helen of Troy after school. I walk to the auditorium where everyone participating in the play was and take a seat on the hardwood floor, reading the script. "How's it going?" Logan takes a seat beside me.

"Tiring. I just want to crash and go to sleep. Why can't it be Friday again?" I sigh and focus on the script.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Callaghan walks in with a guy behind her. "Good afternoon, seniors! As you all know, this is our first official practice for Helen of Troy! I expect that you all memorize some of your lines, if not all." She smiles at all of us. "This is Mr. Bernthal. He was my classmate in college. He teaches drama in Berkeley, and now, he took the time off his busy schedule to help you with your play."

Mr. Bernthal waves at us. He has black hair and a tight ponytail and wore a white button down and black slacks. "Good afternoon. I hope you all do your best, kids." He says.

"Ready!" Mrs. Callaghan sits in front and calls the actors and the narrator.

We start with Prince Hector and Paris negotiating a peace treaty with the king of Sparta, Menelaus. Logan shakes hands with Don, who plays Menelaus, and I sit beside him, holding his hand. Helen was Menelaus' wife. After, we change scene and I was lying down on the ground with Logan beside me, our faces inches apart. Paris sleeps with Helen and he smuggles her to their vessel. 

"This is where you kiss, darlings!" Mrs. Callaghan exclaims. "You have to make the audience feel it!"

I stare at Logan and he does the same. Mr. Bernthal cuts off the narrator and we sit down. "Listen, Helen and Paris. You don't have to kiss right now. No pressure. Just make us feel the emotion and love you have for each other." We both nod and he takes his seat again.