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When I woke up I could hardly contain my happiness. It was Friday, I was going to a music club and I was going to see my friends! I went downstairs and made waffles with ham and creamy sauce. It was delicious! Grandpa came and we had a quiet breakfast. I was squirming in my seat to get the day pass sooner and the evening come faster. He only chuckled at my excitement and left for work. Gediminas was typing something in the living room so I went to the bathroom.
When I got out I opened my wardrobe. I was in my best mood and I thought it was enough of an occasion for me to put on the clothes I rarely took out. They were the ones my Mom loved. First of all I found my white silk shirt with a round neckline and button closure. It was stretched with short puffed sleeves and had a bow at my collar which was ruffle trimmed. Then I shuffled through the rest of my attire for my skirt. It was light pink, mostly made of cotton, with high waist. The waist was belted with square logo embossed buckle. There were cascading pleats on front and back of the skirt. It ended at my knees. For my shoes I took my beige patent leather pumps with open toe, metal bow on vamp, where Prada logo was engraved, and covered geometric heel. I paired everything with a white beautiful handbag. Needless to say everything was of Prada make.
"Somebody is in a good mood today." My brother laughed at me when I was at his side but I didn't care. Mounting my beauty I felt even luckier because my skirt was wide enough to ride my motorcycle without any problems or inconveniences.
It was heavily cloudy so the ride was chilly but nothing could ruin my day today, I smiled to myself. When we entered the parking lot we once again drew the attention of all the present public. I didn't care and walked to Maths with Angie. We were both excited about the upcoming concert tonight.
Despite some staring people my lessons till lunch flew taintless. I liked the day and I was having a good time even though I was at school. It was nothing different when the lunch came. I entered the lunchroom and I didn't know why it was important for me but I noticed that today all the tables were taken. I made my way to Angie.
"Hello!" I was so emotional.
"Hello…" She was surprised to see me like this.
"No changes in plans for tonight?" I was smiling.
"I am sure there are none in yours." She chuckled at my enthusiasm. "I will be waiting for you in my place."
"And no problems whatsoever?" I slowly and slightly shook my head.
"As long as Gediminas comes with us my parents have no problems with me going out. My sister will stay at home alone." She laughed at my squirming.
As everything today the next class came slowly but it did come. It was English literature and I was sitting with it. Once again we both decided to ignore each other. It was the easiest and least painful way. Today we were going to say dialogues from Romeo and Juliet. I was the lucky one because I had been excused from this assignment and wouldn't have to embarrass myself in front of everybody else.
The lesson was someway a bit irritating. Was it really so difficult for my classmates to learn a few lines and say them loudly without making a ton of mistakes?! Then, for the first time that I could remember, the teacher addressed it.
"And now we will listen to a part of the dialogue between Romeo and Juliet in the balcony scene that we have already analyzed. Mr. Cullen?" The teacher had left this part for it and some girl because she wanted the best performance of the scene. It just glanced over the room looking for the girl that it was supposed to act with. I sighed in a little amusement and irritation because of course it couldn't find her. Apparently she was not in the class. "Edward Cullen, are you ready?" It looked back at the teacher and tensed up. "Miss Everson has been sick for more than a week and you didn't manage to find a new partner for this performance?" Looks like the teacher had been waiting for quite some time to get her hands on it… "I have excepted a lot of projects for all those times you didn't feel up to acting and this was the first time you were supposed to perform in front of the class. And now you are telling me that you are not ready? If you will not show me the scene now then I hope that detention today after lessons will help you learn some responsibility." It felt hopeless. Looks like it was supposed to leave with most of its family for hunting just after this class. I was in such a good mood before this and I didn't like the way the teacher was acting. It was as if she had been waiting all along to yell and embarrass it in front of the others and show everybody that she was the best and knew everything better than anyone else. I didn't like it. I guess I will never understand why I did what I did next… Maybe it was an instinct or something my Mom had put in my blood during the years of my childhood..? "So, are you ready or not?" She asked impatiently, clearly expecting a negative answer.
"We are ready." I said loudly in a determined way and instantly got everybody's eyes on myself.
"We are?" It said in more of a question than a statement like manner.
Naturally, only then I understood what I had done but I had no way to retreat. There was just one way and it was leading forward. I took a deep breath and looked at it. Now we were together in this game. It liked the idea and got up offering me a hand. I ignored it and made my way to the front of the room.
Even now the teacher couldn't believe her eyes but at least she walked to the back of the class giving us our space. She was sure one of us was going to make a mistake and then she will have her own way with it. How wrong she was. I was back in my today's mood and stood a little aside because it was not for me to start the scene.
"Scene II. Capulet's orchard." The teacher stated aloud. "Let's see what you can do with it." I swear I could hear her whisper the last sentence.
Edward was standing in front of the class a bit to the right from the middle.
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound."
I walked to the middle of the class's front.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" He continued.
"It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
"Ay me!" It was my turn to speak. Even if it was only a word.
"She speaks." He went on with his lines.
"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air." I could feel him shining with love he still felt for Mom. Now it was my turn.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet." Why did I get myself into this mess..?
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" It was still standing a few steps aside.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy." I continued.
"Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself." I tried imagining saying these words to the one who was the friend of my soul but somehow it didn't fit…
"I take thee at thy word." It was its turn to move.
"Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
"What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?"
"By a name" its words were full of love and it felt wrong calling him a creature.
"I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word." I could feel his pain and I didn't like that I had caused some of it. After all I didn't want to be like him.
"My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"
"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike." He felt sorry for all that he had done wrong to Mom.
"How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here."
"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls;" He was determined.
"For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."
"If they do see thee, they will murther thee." I had to concentrate on my lines not to make a mistake.
"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye" He paid his attention to the lines as well and I felt grateful for it. I was only half a vampire after all.
"Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity."
"I would not for the world they saw thee here." Because my family might kill me for seeing you, I thought playing with the lines.
"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;" He didn't like my thoughts and I dropped them.
"And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love." Oh, and he could be trusted with his words, I almost snorted.
"By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"
"By love, that first did prompt me to enquire." Could he love at all?
"He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes." Of course you lent him eyes. You have no heart.
"I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far" he concentrated on his love for Mom and the feeling flooded me.
"As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea," Alright..! I knew he could feel that…
"I would adventure for such merchandise." But it still didn't give him a right to act the way he did towards Mom. He winced ever so slightly that it went unnoticed by the others but not by me.
"Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form- fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me, I know thou wilt say 'Ay';
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered." My words were sickeningly sweet to me.
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear," He felt like chuckling at my thoughts.
"That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-"
"O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable." My words almost made me sick now.
"What shall I swear by?" he was amused. Just great!
"Do not swear at all;" You cannot keep your word anyway.
"Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self," Which wouldn't be a pain to loose.
"Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee." Did I just actually say these words to him?
"If my heart's dear love-" He could hardly suppress his smile.
"Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee," There is no use of it because you do not follow it.
"I have no joy of this contract to-night.
It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!" Only then I remembered we were not alone in here. My male audience's lust overwhelmed me and for the first time since I met him I liked his response as he quietly growled at all those disgusting thoughts though I wasn't his to protect and that was not going to change.
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" Unsatisfied? What else did he want? Oh, right. Those were his lines… And what were mine?
"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" He relaxed. I wasn't that hopeless!
"Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." Once again I felt his love for Mom flood me.
"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
And yet I would it were to give again."
"Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?"
"But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite." I was doing my best to mute all the thoughts and feelings around me.
"I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again." I ended as if I was making a promise.
The dialogue was finally finished and we turned for our audience. Everybody applauded and cheered while we walked back to our table. The teacher was astonished.
"And yet you left." I said quietly just for him to hear. He winced at this.
"There is more than meets the eye." He answered under his breath. Now he got me confused.
"Not bad at all…" The teacher started making comments on our acting and what we should improve. Not that I cared. I was more interested in what I felt.
I always liked helping the others. It made me feel better, happier. And it wasn't something new. But his feelings were confusing. I could understand gratefulness. I did save him from detention after all. But surprise and that little disbelief I felt in him insulted me. I was half a human! How could he think that I would not help the one who was in need when it was so easily done?!
When the bell rang the lesson was over. I was glad about that. I spent entire P.E. thinking about the friends I was going to see again. That improved my mood considerably. When I finally got home I had an evening to get ready for!
Thank you for reading. Sorry for the layout of the dialogue from Romeo and Juliet, I couldn't make it look normal.
Just to make sure, don't let yourselves be fooled into thinking that a few sunrays through thick clouds mean a sunny day. Adrian and Gediminas are teenagers so usually things are only black or white for them. And things especially like these don't change over a night.
Tell me what you liked and what you didn't. I have the main plot but I could easily put in some short scenes if you want something specific. Just let me know.