Barry sighed through the walkie-talkie. "Jeez, you guys are slow. Must I spell it out for you? That paper is one from the script of the play. Romeo and Juliet kiss in that scene. You two, do not get out of the closet, until you act out that scene. Kiss included. And we will know if you kiss or not. So don't fake. Oh, and Kenny-poo, since I know you probably found the loophole by now- the kiss must be on the lips."
By now, both 'DeeDee' and 'Kenny-poo' were cherry red, and avoiding eye contact.
"U-um...so what do we do?" squeaked the blunette, her gaze upon the floor.
"We do what we have to," sighed Kenny. That statement only caused Dawn to blush harder. And, at seeing her blush harder, he blushed harder.
"W-well, the sooner we...act...the sooner we get out...right?" she said, lifting her gaze to rest on her black-eyed best friend.
"Yeah..." Kenny muttered, rereading the paper in Dawn's hand. He gulped.
"It better be quality acting, too!" Barry demanded through the walkie-talkie in the air vent.
Dawn and Kenny only blushed harder, if even possible.
"Barry...I am SO going to kill you..." Dawn hissed.
"Not if I'm in another country and have Lucas or someone else set you free!" Barry called in a sing-song voice.
"I'll track you down," the blunette growled.
Kenny swore he could see Barry backing up from his walkie-talkie.
"No need for that, r-right?"
Dawn smirked and remained silent.
"...right?"
Not a word from 'DeeDee'.
"D-DeeDee?"
"Yes, Barry?" Her voice sounded innocent. Anyone who knew her knew that was the total opposite of what she meant.
"You won't really hurt me when you get out...right?"
"Well, that depends."
"Cause if you are, I won't let you out."
"Then no, I won't hurt you."
"Promise?"
"I promise I won't really hurt you when you let us out."
Kenny raised an eyebrow. If Barry saw through that, it would come with a price.
"Nope, I won't really hurt him; just some minor injuries will do..." Dawn muttered quietly. Kenny chuckled at this.
"Well, what are you guys waiting for?"
Kenny and Dawn glanced at each other, blushing lightly, before Dawn handed Kenny the paper.
Kenny read it over once more, before sighing inaudibly and clearing his throat. Casting his gaze on the shelf behind Dawn, he began to speak.
"H...Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" His voice wavered slightly at the beginning, steadily becoming stronger the more he spoke.
Kenny then handed the paper back to Dawn, who quickly scanned it and found her place.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." She had her gaze fixed on the floor, and her cheeks were tinted pink. After Dawn had finished speaking, she held the script out to Kenny.
"O...O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray — grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," Kenny said, almost inaudibly.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," Dawn recited. Kenny frowned slightly. She hadn't needed the script...?
"T-then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." With that, Kenny slowly stepped further, redder than a tomato. Dawn rose her gaze to meet his, and they both flushed again.
Yet before either of them knew it, they were kissing. The only downsides to this were the fact they were locked in a closet and Barry was clapping from the walkie-talkie. They didn't mind though. All they were focused on was each other. A few seconds seemed like an eternity, and they regrettably pulled back.
"Way to go! Encore! Encore!" Barry yelled.
"Barry..." hissed Dawn, and if one could see her at that moment—poor Kenny-poo—it would seem as if she could turn you to stone.
Kenny chuckled nervously. She turned her gaze to him, to which he gulped nervously.
"What's so funny?" She growled.
"N-nothing, DeeDee!" Kenny flashed a grin in hopes she wouldn't torment him. The blue-haired girl sighed, with a mumbled "Stupid Kenny-poo," and turned back to the walkie-talkie. But not before she caught a glimpse of something. Was that...a blinking red light?
"Oh no he didn't..." she hissed.
"Oh yes I did..." Both teens in the closet could imagine the grin on Barry's face as he said this.
Dawn strode over and pushed aside a pile of old books to reveal...
"A video camera?" Kenny and Dawn exclaimed.
Barry's laughs echoed throughout the closet.
"It's recorded the entire time you two were in here. This is so going on YouTube."
"Barry, this is not going anywhere. I have half a mind-wait, no, a full mind to destroy the tape right now!" Kenny said.
"Ah, then we would simply keep you two inside the closet."
"Dang...he's got us..." Kenny sighed.
Dawn simply smirked. He raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"What're you thinking, DeeDee?"
"Oh, nothing, Kenny-poo." Dawn grinned her 'No need to worry!' smile. That smile always made him worry.
"Barry, let us out." Kenny said.
A sigh could be heard from the device in the vent.
"Fine...Go let her out." The last part was quieter, and it seemed he was speaking to someone else.
Waiting impatiently for their release, Dawn began to tap her foot.
And it annoyed Kenny.
A lot.
"Could you stop that?" Kenny asked.
"Stop what?" Dawn replied, the tapping continuing.
"Tapping your foot."
"Nah."
"DeeDee..."
"Kenny...poo..."
Kenny twitched at the tapping, but tried to hold back a laugh. Had she still not realized what the name sounded like?
With him calling her DeeDee and her calling him Kenny-poo, it almost sounded like they were...
A couple.
Kenny was a bit reluctant to admit it, but he liked that idea. Now all that was left was to find out if Dawn did.
Meanwhile, a certain girl dubbed 'DeeDee' was pondering her thoughts of her best friend.
'I know I like him...and I'm pretty sure he likes me. I mean, May and Misty were discussing overhearing him.' She sighed inaudibly. What was keeping her from finding out for sure?
She wasn't sure. Frowning at the inconvenient time for stupidity, she eyed the closet door. If that hadn't been locked, she and Kenny would never have kissed. And although it was a kiss pushed upon both of them, she liked it. Secretly, she glanced at Kenny, who was staring at the ground. Did he like it too?
Dawn let a sigh escape her lips and roam the air. She had ceased her tapping a few seconds ago, much to Kenny's relief.
"What's taking them so long?" mused the boy.
"Don't ask me," the girl responded. As she finished her short sentence, the door to the closet swung open.
"Didja have fun?" grinned a person Dawn knew all-too-well.
"May? What are you doing here?"
"Barry invited Misty and me to watch. Well, more like listen, but you get the idea."
"I'm so going to kill him..." Dawn vowed as she stepped out of the closet, Kenny close behind.
"I'm with you on that," he nodded.
"Ah, ah, ah! I'm under strict orders that if you threaten Barry in any way, I am to put you both back in the closet. Overnight," May grinned.
"As if." Kenny smirked.
The glare that May sent him will forever haunt his dreams.
