Disclaimer- To my everlasting sadness I do not in fact own the Young Wizards series. That great honor belongs to the wondrous Diane Duane and her publishers. Woe is me.

Chapter 1

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No"

"Please."

"Kit! Would you please stop badgering me? I said no." I finally snapped at him before turning and hurrying down the school hallway and out the double doors as if distance would stop his incessant pleading.

Every year my school decides to butcher one of William Shakespeare's plays by making a bunch of high school students get on stage and mispronounce and misinterpret his beautiful but outdated language.

Last year they made a mockery of Twelfth Night and the year before they did a rendition of The Tempest that I'm still shocked to this day didn't make Shakespeare crawl out of his grave and slap every last one of them.

Every year Kit and I are content to go and sit in the last row quietly mocking them via mind speak while eating various food items we had managed to sneak in with a little help from wizardry. This year, however, we're juniors.

My school has a rule that you can't play a leading role in a play until you're at least a junior. Despite the fact that this resulted in some mild protest from the sophomores and freshmen of my school the faculty and drama teacher held firm. This year just happens to be my senior year, which also makes it Kit's junior year.

All of this combined lead to me being in the situation I'm currently in.

Which is running wildly away from my supposed best friend who is chasing after me still pleading for me to try out for the school play with him.

"Come on! You're supposed to be my best friend. I'm in need of moral support here." he yelled after me while still huffing up behind me in the parking lot.

"I'll support you all you want, but I won't try out." I said, not looking up from my bag where I was rummaging around for my car keys.

"How is that supporting me?" he asked before snatching my bag out of my hands and finding my keys with out even looking.

"How is trying out supporting you? I can support you just fine from the front row, thank you very much." I said, snatching my keys out of his hands and opening the door.

"Then you wouldn't have an actual excuse to be there and I'd look like a loser who can't be bothered to make new friends and has to drag old ones along." he explained while getting in the front seat.

"I hate to be the one to break this to you, Kit, but you are a loser who can't be bothered to make new friends and has to drag old ones along."

He waved the thought away and continued on as if I hadn't spoken, "You don't have to do a lead part or anything. You can be servant girl number five or something."

"No." I said and backed out of the school parking lot.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Ok, lets not do this shit again." I broke in before he hit his stride. The last 'please, no' debacle went on for ten minutes. I don't want to start a second one.

"Why not?"

"Why not do this shit again or why won't I try out for the play?"

"The second one."

"Oh, just checking." I said and didn't answer his question, hoping it would slip his mind.

No such luck. It was worth a try.

"Well…" he persisted.

"Because I harbor no desire to get up in front of half the school and make a total fool of myself and up until a couple of hours ago I didn't think you did either."

I reached over and turned on the radio, turning the dial on the volume way up, hoping that would put an end to any and all conversation.

Kit just reached over and turned it off.

Crap.

I sighed, "Why is this so important to you?"

"It just is, alright?" he answered, not looking at me.

"But, why? Every other year we just buy our ticket, sit in the back row, eat junk food, and silently mock all the people on stage. Why would you want to break this beautiful tradition of ours?" I push.

"Exactly!," he screamed suddenly, "I just can't stand the idea of having to watch those Neanderthals butcher the works of Shakespeare one more year. Not again. Especially not when it's A Midsummer Night's Dream. That one is my favorite." he lied.

"(Cough)bullshit(cough)" I pretend coughed into my hand during a red light.

Kit scowled over at me, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, please," I laughed, "We both know the real reason you want to try out and the real reason's name starts with a 'V'."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he said, but I could see a blush steadily working its way up his neck.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't use me because you want to get close to Veronica."

Vivian is a girl we go to school with who had been talking non-stop all week about trying out for the school play. She's also the girl Kit happens to have a crush on. Kit along with half the male population of my school.

Vivian had transferred over to our school last year and had been among the sophomores making a big stink over the drama's policy of not letting them play leading roles. Now that she's a junior she doesn't seem to care so much any more.

Most of the guys at my school had been taken with Vivian from first sight. Not that she's exceptionally pretty or anything (not that she was ugly, just regular pretty with an abundance of make up). This was mostly because she was new (fresh meat always draws a crowd) and she was rumored to be easy.

"This has absolutely nothing to do with Vivian." he defended.

"Yeah, right." I scoffed.

"It doesn't! I wasn't even aware she was trying out actually." he lied through his teeth.

I just scoffed but didn't push the issue any further, "It doesn't matter why you're doing it, all that matters is that I'm not."

"It would look really good on college applications." he said in a sing-song voice.

Crap.

He had me there and he knew it. I was aiming to get into NYU, which was a pretty competitive school. This could be the edge I was looking for to have on my application.

"Fine."

A/N- In case you haven't gathered this fic will be all fluff and no action. Also I don't really have an extensive knowledge of the play A Midsummer Night's Dream so you'll have to excuse any mistakes I happen to make.

A/N (2)-I don't want to sound demanding or anything but…REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!! Please?