I've got a lot of one-shots to write based on stuff I found on Tumblr/Facebook. It's just me mucking around and slightly writing practise- I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OCs!


"I want to go on the balcony!"

"That makes you Juliet."

"Deal!" Charlie beamed. He disappeared backstage, reappearing seconds later, bouncing on the balcony. He was clutching a script and Joe figured someone must have given it to him on the way up. "Right, what am I doing?" He called down. Their drama teacher, Miss Clark, sighed.

"You're Juliet!" She called back.

"Oh! Oh, right! This is that scene!" Charlie flipped a few pages. "Where art thoo-"

"Thou!" Joe corrected.

"Where art THOU, Romando? Romeo!"

"Maybe you shouldn't be Juliet!" Kara called.

"No! I can be Juliet!" Charlie stuck his tongue out at her. "Nay-sayer!" Kara just waved. "Where art THOU, ROMEO?"

"Charlie, stop shouting!"

"I'm getting my words right!"

"Joe, do your part." Miss Clark was shaking her head. She loved Charlie as much as everyone else, but she feared him like her fellow staff. There was no telling what crazy plans he had for the day.

Joe read his lines, introducing the balcony scene. Charlie squinted at his for a moment. "O, Romeo, Romeo, werewolf art thou, Romeo?"

"Wherefore!" Joe corrected.

"Sorry! Werewolf art thou- no, wait. Wherefore art thou, Romeo? Die fly farter-"

"Deny thy father!"

"Deny thy father and recycle-"

"Refuse!"

"Refuse fly-"

"Thy!"

"Refuse thy mane! No, name! Refuse thy name!"

"Shall I hear more," Joe read, "or shall I speak at this?" He looked back up at Charlie, who was scanning the script again, frowning and tapping a finger on his chin.

"Frizz boat fly mane-"

"'Tis but thy name!" Joe shook his head. Charlie regarded him for a moment.

"'Tis but thy name fat-"

"That!"

"'Tis but thy name that is my energy."

"Enemy!"

"Dammit, Romeo! No wonder our families don't get along!"

"No, it's no wonder I kill myself after a week!"

"Oh, it's on!" Charlie threw his script. It fell short, pages billowing as they caught the air, landing with a dull smack three feet from Joe. "I bite my thumb at thee!" Charlie declared, sticking his thumb between his teeth.

"Come here!"

"No!"

"Just come here!"

"No, you're going to hit me!"

"I won't!"

"You will!"

He did.