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Chapter Fourteen: I'm As Smooth As Chunky Peanut Butter

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 Chapter Fourteen: I'm As Smooth As Chunky Peanut Butter

The last time I'd been asked to act was in the seventh grade. We were putting up a performance of 'Romeo and Juliet' and I was asked to play the Nurse. It made sense at the time, with my weight and my Betty Crocker clothes I was the perfect fit. However my fifteen minutes of fame came crashing down when I took one look at the crowd. My parents were sitting in the front row, my mom had been waving more than enthusiastically at me, my dad had an encouraging expression on his face whilst my brother made funny faces.

Three lines, I'd only had three lines and I froze. The girl playing Juliet had tried her best to work around me. She'd made up random gibberish, dialogues Shakespeare would never claim to be his own but it had worked. I'd stumbled off stage earning a death glare from my drama teacher and all the Montague's and Capulet's. It took a while for it to hit me and then came the embarrassment, a whole lot of it. I was so terribly afraid of the reactions that I knew would come that I hid in the costume closet for the rest of the show.

However when I came out, things were even more chaotic than when I'd left. Turns out, our Romeo had decided to add his own twist to the tale and had refused to kiss Juliet, claiming that her braces grossed him out. He'd then proceeded to grab Marsha White, the cutest girl in our grade who was playing Juliet's mother and kissed her smack on the lips. It caused quite the uproar.

Cole had been Romeo.

Now when I think about it, I wonder if he did it to take away the attention from me. It wouldn't be surprising, not with the way our relationship has done a one-eighty. If I start thinking about it, I'm sure I'll find a valid reason behind everything he's done so far. Though it's not something I'm ready to do right now.

"They're here." Cole sticks his head through the door of the supply room at Rusty's. He's excited, with eyes like an open book it's not that hard to tell. I can tell that he is in his element, scheming and plotting. This is what he does best and he's finally getting his chance to do it. All at once the three of us spring into action as his head disappears. I straighten my apron and grab the bread basket. Well, Rusty's isn't exactly a five star establishment so we don't actually have bread baskets. Beth's bought some bread from the bakery down the street and we placed it in a pretty basket, after lathering the pieces in butter and Mrs. Sharp's favourite extra virgin olive oil.

"Time for action ladies; remember Megan, you cant come out. No matter what happens, you're parents shouldn't find out that you were here." Beth has sprung into manager mode. She knows the two of us are hopeless when it comes to anything that involves an extended amount of lying. I've asked Rusty to let her work some shifts this week, just so that she could help us today.

"Okay," she agrees in a meek voice but I can see how badly she's shaking. She's nervous, we all are but this is what she wants but is too weak to actually ask for it herself.

I take a deep breath and get ready to put on a performance of a lifetime. Beth is already out of the door, seating Mr. and Mrs. Sharp. Cole must be already schmoozing the life out of them and Alex...poor, poor Alex.

"You think this is going to work?" The anxiety ridden red head asks me and I put on my most reassuring smile.

"Of course it will."

On the inside I keep going back to thirteen year old girl who choked and choked badly.

Mr. and Mrs. Sharp are the epitome of white collar douches, no offense to my best friend. They both own their own, quite lucrative law firm and think that us mere humans aren't worthy of well...being alive. In their books, if you're not rich or powerful then you might as well be dead. Suffice to say, they love me. It sickens me to have gushing over me, ignoring their own daughter in the process but today that's about to be mighty useful.