A/N: So, this is just what would have happened if Moritz had said 'yes' to Ilse instead of lying about Virgil homework (Oh, Moritz . . .), mostly because I thought it would be interesting to see how his life would have turned out . . . and Moritz and Ilse would have made an adorable couple, but that's the less important reason . . .
Some has the dialogue has changed between Moritz and Ilse, because I didn't want to copy directly from the play, and I kind of forgot most of it anyways. Heheh . . . So, anyways, ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Spring Awakening . . . . yet D
Moritz stood at the edge of the riverbank and gently pulled the gun from his pocket. He knew he should have passed – he had seen the test results himself – there must have been a mistake. But that didn't matter right now. He had failed the exams and shamed his father. He had nowhere else to go, and it was getting late. He'd have to make his decision soon. He stared at the cold gun he held in his hands. It would be so easy to end it all – the hurt, the failure, those God-awful dreams. All he had to do was take a deep breath and . . .
"Moritz? Moritz Stiefel?" came a voice from behind him. Moritz whipped around and quickly hid the gun back in his pocket. In front of him stood a girl about his age with mousy brown hair and a short, somewhat straggly dress.
"Ilse Neumann?" he asked. She laughed.
"I thought it was you! How have you been?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Oh, um, fine, I guess. How about you?"
"I've been traveling around with a group of artists. It's great. I mean, I got into a bit of trouble awhile back, but that's over and done with now."
"Oh, well, that's good," Moritz said, a bit nervously.
"You know," said Ilse slyly, a suggestive smirk slowly crawling across her face. "I remember when we were kids and we would play pirates out back behind my house – Wendla Bergman, Melchior Gabor, you, and me. We could play pirates again if you want – just the two of us." Moritz panicked; he didn't know what to say. He wanted to go with her, yet . . .
"Well, I don't think I can. I still have equations I need to solve, Virgil to translate . . . I think I'd better head home and get started."
"Oh," Ilse said, her face falling. "Okay." She looked hurt by his refusal, and Moritz felt guilty. She turned to leave and he panicked. He didn't want her to leave. For God's sake, he thought. All you had to do was say 'yes.'
"Ilse, wait!" he called. She turned back to him, a look of hope in her eyes. "I- I'd like to come with you." A sly smile crossed her face once more before taking his hand and leading him off.
A/N: Reviews would be appreciated! More chapters are in progress!