It's Only Acting
By Snapplelinz
"You've got to be kidding me!" Drew complained loudly as he scanned the list in front of him.
He was standing in front of the bulletin board at school looking at the list of students that would be participating in the school play. Every year, the senior class had to put on an end-of-the-year play of their choosing. This year, the students had voted for 'Romeo and Juliet'. The entire school usually got really excited about this because the School Board made some allowances on the annual budget. This meant that money could be spent on the actual play in the way of costumes, decorations and props.
As much as Drew would've liked to skip the play altogether, all of the seniors had to participate. He had read for a minor role during the initial audition. To his dismay, he discovered that he had been cast for a major role. And not just any major role, but the role of 'Romeo' to boot.
"This is some bullshit," Drew cursed grumpily, slamming his fist into a nearby wall.
"Ooh, Drew. They got you. You're gonna be playing Romeo?! Do you know what kind of fag threads the dude playing Romeo has to wear?" Drew's best friend, Michael, laughed uproariously.
"Man, shut up!" Drew yelled venomously and shoved Michael against a locker in his irritation.
"The Principal's going to hear about this," Drew warned venomously and stalked off towards his office.
"What do you mean your hands are tied? Untie them!" Drew shrieked dramatically at Principal Wayne.
"I'm sorry, Drew. But you brought this on yourself by tee-peeing the Drama Department's only piano." Principal Wayne answered frankly.
A wide grin appeared on Drew's face at the memory.
"You think this is funny? Well, Mr. Franklin, I hope you're laughing just as hard on opening night. Both Mr. Kline and I happen to agree that casting you as the role of Romeo is just the fitting punishment for you." Principal Wayne remarked with a callous smirk on his face, sufficiently ending the conversation.
Stacy Davis stood near her locker, examining the script that Mr. Kline had given her. Five minutes ago, she had been elated when she had found out that she would be playing the role of Juliet for the school play. But as she scanned the 'call-backs' list, she had found out to her utter dismay that the role of Romeo would be played by none other than…
"Drew Franklin?! You've got to be kidding me!" Stacy fumed angrily.
She jumped slightly at the sound of her locker door slamming shut to reveal Drew standing just behind it. Stacy rolled her eyes, wondering what new form of torture he had reserved especially for her today.
"Let's get one thing straight, loser. I'm only doing this stupid play because I don't want to get expelled and blow my basketball scholarship to Duke. So don't piss me off and everything will be cool. Got it?" Drew asked tersely, his face inches away from Stacy's.
"Hey!" Stacy yelled as Drew began walking away.
He smirked when Stacy marched over to him, a determined look on her face.
"While you screwed up yet again to get the part of Romeo, I worked my ass off to get the part of Juliet. I've got just as much riding on this as you. So if you blow my shot at getting into Juliard because of your asinine behaviour, your basketball scholarship isn't the only thing that's going to be missing when I'm through with you." Stacy threatened malevolently while shooting a venomous look down at his crotch.
Drew scowled one last time at Stacy before shaking his head and strolling down the long hallway. Stacy went back to her locker and shoved her script into it with a loud bang. How she allowed someone like Drew Franklin to get to her was anyone's guess. He had gone out of his way to make her life miserable ever since grade school. Well, she'd be damned if she let him ruin the one thing that she had been looking forward to all year. Stacy retrieved her Biology textbook and slammed her locker shut.
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The first few weeks of rehearsals were pure torture. Drew kept forgetting his lines and kept mixing up 'stage left' and 'stage right' when it came to his entrance into various scenes of the play. After weeks of incessant yelling at Drew and other students who ruined the rehearsals, Mr. Kline had to resort to writing instructions on a writing pad when he got laryngitis. During each rehearsal, Stacy said a silent prayer that somehow Drew would get hit by a bus and his understudy, a cute guy named Mark, whom she shared a language elective with, would get to play the part of Romeo.
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Drew stood backstage just beyond the curtain a month later, his head lolling on his neck while he struggled to stay awake. It was close to 6pm and they had already been rehearsing for the past 3 hours since school had finished for the day. He had already been forced to bail out on yet another pick-up basketball game with the guys for the third time. While Drew was inwardly berating Mr. Kline for not appreciating the humour behind tee-peeing a piano, he pricked up his ears at the sound of someone performing a monologue on stage.
Having spent hours on deciphering Shakespearean dialect, Drew was finally beginning to understand what was being said on the stage. The voice was so ethereal, yet so captivating all at once as it spoke with passionate declarations of love and inner turmoil. It took Drew several seconds to realise that it was Stacy reciting her monologue as Juliet. Before he had realised it was her, he had imagined for a split second that he would rush onto the stage and reciprocate her love or comfort her. That's when Drew realised that it was just a play and that it was just Stacy Davis reciting some lines that meant nothing to him when it came down to it.
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Several weeks later saw a contrast to the former feeling of mutiny between Mr. Kline and the students involved in the play. It happened to be one of those days where everyone was messing up their lines and doing all kinds of silly things on stage and no one cared in the least, especially Mr. Kline. During a particularly romantic scene between Romeo and Juliet, Drew had gotten hold of a spray gun and begun chasing Stacy around the stage.
Everyone else watched in fascination or just simply laughed at their antics as Stacy emitted numerous girlish screams as she tried to ward off Drew's attacks. When he finally got hold of her, Drew kept a firm grasp on Stacy's waist while she kicked and screamed with laughter. When Drew finally let go of Stacy, he was still smiling broadly at her as if to reassure her that he was only joking and hadn't meant any harm. For once, Stacy actually believed him, and that unnerved her a great deal. She had no business finding Drew Franklin playful or endearing. With that thought in mind, Stacy went back to running through her lines while trying to forget about the feel of Drew's hands on her body.
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Drew approached the large stately mansion with a deep sense of trepidation, his script clutched tightly in his hands. After rehearsals a few days ago, Mr. Kline had spoken at length with him and Stacy in his office behind closed doors about Romeo and Juliet's pending kiss and the possibility of a G-rated love scene. Though neither would ever openly admit it, Drew and Stacy were becoming increasingly nervous about both. Drew had been surprised when Stacy had stopped by his locker the previous day to ask him if maybe he wanted to come over to her house and run lines with her and practise the kiss scene.
Drew made his way slowly across the cobbled walkway towards the imposing wooden doors. He had no idea why he was so nervous. It was just Stacy's house, the girl that he'd spent every waking moment torturing since grade school. And they just happened to be running lines for a school play with an overt romantic theme. Ain't no thang right? He engaged in a 5-second long staring contest with the lion shaped brass door clasp before grasping it in his hand and knocking it against the wooden panel.
Stacy, who had been looking over her general appearance in the hallway, gasped slightly when she heard the sound of someone at the front door. She had applied a light layer of make-up on her face and her favourite cherry-flavoured lip gloss for the occasion, although she wasn't quite sure as to the reason behind it. It was only Drew, the resident jerk and jack-ass of her high school. And he just happened to be here to run lines with her for 'Romeo and Juliet', only the most romantic play ever written for the stage. No biggie right? With one last deep breath, Stacy tore her eyes away from the hallway mirror and moved lightly across the tiled floor to open the door.
Drew stood in front of her, wearing his Varsity jacket, blue jeans and Timbaland sneakers. It wasn't that she hasn't noticed before that Drew looked good in almost anything. But for some reason or another, the school colours on his jacket accentuated his coppery skin and bulky frame, what little she could see of it.
"Hey," Stacy greeted breathlessly, taking all of him in for a few seconds.
"Hey." Drew greeted slowly, his eyes lingering on her for what seemed like a long while.
Stacy was wearing a simple white knee-high dress with a small black top which covered her chest and shoulders and silver pumps on her dainty feet. Drew noticed that while it was simple attire, Stacy still managed to look breathtaking in it. Momentary digression made him curious as to how the dress looked by itself.
"Come in," Stacy offered gently, stepping aside to let him pass.
Drew swept past Stacy as she closed the front door softly.
"Would you like something to drink before we get started?" Stacy asked delicately.
"Sure," Drew replied quickly.
Drew followed Stacy into the lavish kitchen and watched as she rummaged in her refrigerator. She closed the metal doors with a click as she handed Drew a bottle of Snapple, which he took gratefully. Feeling suddenly thirsty, Drew downed his Apple-flavoured Snapple in just under a minute while Stacy only took a few leisurely sips from her Pink Lemonade flavoured Snapple before placing it on the marble kitchen counter top.
"So…where are we practising? Your room?" Drew asked as delicately as possible in a way that wouldn't offend Stacy.
"No, there's a great spot in the garden where we'll be more comfortable." Stacy replied with a mysterious twinkle in her eye that Drew couldn't quite fathom as she grabbed her script which had been resting atop the kitchen counter.
Drew nodded in response and placed his empty Snapple bottle into the metal trashcan in the corner of the kitchen before following Stacy out of the backdoor. He didn't expect the garden to be as big as it was, with an array of plants and flowers that he either didn't know the names of or had never seen before in his life. Stacy in turn shot Drew furtive looks out of the corner of her eye and smiled inwardly at his obvious awe of their surroundings as they walked along the garden pathway.
"This is a nice place you have here," Drew noted after a few seconds.
"Thanks. But it's no where near as nice as the Tipton Hotel." Stacy mused pensively.
"You've stayed there before?" Drew asked quizzically as his hand trailed across the stem of a plant in front of him.
"Yeah, I had my birthday slumber party in London Tipton's suite. Cody Martin set it up for me because he sort've had a crush on me at the time. But we're just good friends now." Stacy explained hastily, silently wondering why it was important to tell Drew that.
"You're actually friends with him?" Drew asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why?" Stacy demanded defensively, not liking Drew's tone one bit.
"Nothing, it's just that I met him and his brother, Zack, years ago when they invited me and my crew to the Tipton to chill with them for the day. Let's just say that we didn't exactly hit it off." Drew explained quickly, silently wondering why it was suddenly important not to offend Stacy in any way.
"Oh," Stacy remarked, unsure of what to say in response.
"So, London Tipton's suite huh? That must've been tight," Drew commented as a way of covering up the awkward silence.
"Yeah it was…until London Tipton waltzed in from a trip to Scotland and had no idea that we were having a slumber party in her suite. Cody forgot to mention it to her." Stacy replied sardonically, causing Drew to guffaw loudly.
"That's hilarious." Drew replied lightly with a smile curling on his face.
"Okay, here we are." Stacy announced, coming to stand in front of a large building in the garden.
The smile vanished from Drew's face as he stared ahead at the massive green house in front of them with wide glass panes that covered every inch of its structure.
"We're practising in a green house?" Drew asked incredulously.
"Yes. What's the problem?" Stacy asked evenly.
"First of all, the problem is that it's a green house. Won't we be, I don't know…disturbing the flowers or something?" Drew asked facetiously.
"Flowers don't get disturbed that easily," Stacy answered with a patronising smile on her face.
"Okay, but isn't a little too…out in the open?" Drew asked tentatively while staring suspiciously at the glass panes.
"Oh trust me, we'd get more privacy out here than back in the house. Now come on, we're losing daylight." Stacy stated impatiently and literally dragged Drew by the hand inside the green house.
Drew couldn't stop himself from staring at the vast space in front of him, no matter how he tried. Along each glass-paned wall were rows and rows of flowers and pot plants of every size, shape and colour. The aroma of the green house itself was a rich blend of earth and the tantalizing scent of flora, which hung in the air. Drew's eye travelled to the centre of the room where a king-size bed was situated.
"You have a bed in here?!" Drew demanded in amazement, moving towards it.
"My mom's a botanist and she likes to grow her own plants for our garden. Some days, she gets really into her work and ends up staying in the green house overnight. She says it's so she can keep an eye on her plants, but I think she just really likes the tranquillity in here." Stacy explained nonchalantly.
"And your dad doesn't mind?" Drew asked curiously.
"I doubt it. He's a criminal lawyer and he also gets really wrapped up in his work too. He spends most of his nights in the study. So in a way, I guess it kinda works out for both of them." Stacy continued with a shrug.
Drew nodded in response while he continued gazing around him.
"Shall we get started?" Stacy asked tentatively.
"Sure. Just let me get more comfortable." Drew replied casually and removed his Varsity jacket.
He placed it gently on the edge of the bed. He was wearing a white wife beater underneath, which didn't leave anything to the imagination. Stacy found herself staring hard at his rippling arm muscles and defined chest, which she could see through his vest, which was practically see-through when she had time to think about it. She in turn removed her little black top and placed it carefully on the bed next to Drew's jacket. Drew watched in awe as her pale shoulders and supple neckline finally came into view. He became confused when she bent down and removed her shoes as well.
"What are you doing?" he asked quizzically.
"I'm getting comfortable. You can take your shoes off too if you want." Stacy offered pleasantly.
With some reluctance, Drew kicked off his shoes and took his socks off and placed them in his shoes at the foot of the bed. He was surprised to find that the cement floor was strangely warm underneath his exposed feet.
"Okay, where do you wanna start reading from?" Drew asked curiously of Stacy.
"Um, I was thinking we could go over the party scene in Act 1 where Romeo and Juliet first meet." Stacy suggested rapidly.
Drew nodded and grabbed his script as he took up a position in front of Stacy as they began running through their lines. They ended up rehearsing through several more scenes in addition to the party scene, including the wedding scene and the final death scene, all the while trying to delay practising their very first off-stage kiss. But eventually, Drew decided that it was time to just suck it up and get it over with.
"I really think we should try and practise kissing now." Drew announced abashedly while placing his script on the bed.
"Oh…okay." Stacy replied nervously while blushing ever so slightly as she placed her script next to his.
"Okay," Drew responded awkwardly as he moved to put his hands on Stacy's arms to steady himself.
Stacy was all too aware of the scent of Drew's cologne as it wafted through her nose and went straight to her brain in a hazy spiral as he bent his head towards her.
"Maybe you should say Romeo's line right before he kisses Juliet," Stacy suggested quickly before Drew could kiss her.
"Oh, right." Drew replied sheepishly and grabbed his script from the bed.
He glanced down at the allotted page before him and delivered Romeo's lines with surprising ease in spite of his thumping heart. He tossed the script back down onto the bed and placed his hands onto Stacy's arms once more. Stacy's heart was racing in her chest the closer Drew leant towards her, the hazel colour of his eyes becoming more defined with each passing second. Finally, he closed the gap between them and kissed her, his lips moving hurriedly across hers with fervour and desperation. Stacy stood completely still, allowing Drew to assault her lips with swift strokes. When Drew finally pulled away from Stacy, she had an unfathomable expression on her face.
"How was that?" Drew asked nervously.
"It was good, very good. But I think that for Romeo and Juliet's first kiss, it should be a bit more gentle and chaste, not as hurried." Stacy answered delicately, hoping that she hadn't offended him.
"Fine, let's try again. Feel free to jump in any time you want; I can't do all the work." Drew teased lightly with a smirk on his face.
Stacy rolled her eyes and placed her small hands on Drew's shoulder blades as she gazed into his eyes. When Drew leant in once more, her head bent forward to meet his at the same time as their lips brushed tentatively against one another's. They were being cautious and not using their tongues to venture into one another's mouths just yet, content to move from upper lip to lower lip in short unhurried sequences. Stacy used the opportunity to cup Drew's face on either side as his hands moved down towards her petite waist and pulled her closely to his body. When they eventually broke apart, they were panting slightly.
"How was that?" Stacy asked nervously.
"Good, much better." Drew answered stoically, trying to rid himself of the sordid images of Stacy that were currently invading his brain.
"Maybe we should practise the 'love scene'." Stacy suggested in a breathy murmur after they had engaged in a slightly more heated version of Drew's first kiss.
"Really? Are you sure?" Drew asked anxiously.
"Yes I'm sure, it'll be fine. Let's sit down on the bed." Stacy commanded quickly to rid herself of the tingling sensation in her stomach.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and Drew sat down next to her. He tilted his head so that he was facing her and cupped her neck with his hand. He leant in and began kissing her once more. Stacy tilted her head ever so slightly to get better access to Drew's mouth as their lips crashed together every millisecond. Drew used his free hand to gently push Stacy backwards till her head hit the pillows, which she offered no resistance to as she continued kissing him. Drew's knees rested on either side of Stacy's body as he steadied himself. Then he lowered himself gently onto her and brushed his lips against hers. Stacy took the opportunity to run her fingers across Drew's short corn rows as she became more aroused by the kiss. She realised a few seconds later that she wasn't the only one aroused by what they were doing when she felt something stiff and hard poking against her stomach. Stacy's eyes widened and Drew pulled away from her lips as he gazed downwards in horror.
"Is that what I think it is?" Stacy asked in amazement as her eyes followed the trail down to his crotch.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." Drew apologised abashedly as he made to move off Stacy, but she stopped him and held his arm in place.
Drew couldn't read her expression. But he found out a second later that he didn't have to as he felt her hand move slowly over his denim-covered groin.
"What are you doing?" Drew asked with a shudder in his throat.
"This is because of me?" Stacy asked gently, her hand still touching his obvious erection.
Drew looked down at her hand, then back up at her and nodded slowly.
Stacy chuckled softly and brought his head forward with her free hand and kissed him sensually, allowing her tongue to roam inside his mouth. Drew moaned into the kiss from the sensation of Stacy's tongue and her hand that was stroking his erection with gentle touches. His hand in turn wandered underneath her white dress as he gripped her inner thigh tightly as his tongue too battled with hers for dominance. Stacy gasped slightly when Drew removed his mouth from hers and began kissing her neck and collarbone roughly, his teeth grazing against the supple skin. While his right hand kneaded Stacy's thigh, his left hand moved upwards and cupped her right breast, kneading and stroking the taut nipple that was hardened beneath its cotton confine. Stacy emitted a sharp moan from Drew's ministrations and began rubbing his crotch with harder and faster strokes. Drew heard a loud clicking noise and realised that Stacy was trying to unfasten the loops on his belt.
"Stacy, wait." Drew mumbled quickly as he moved slightly away from her.
"What's wrong?" Stacy asked breathlessly, her hair dishevelled from lying on the pillow beneath her.
"I don't want to go too far." Drew answered reasonably, though his lower body said otherwise.
"It's okay, I want to." Stacy replied rapidly.
"Are you sure?" Drew questioned, searching for any uncertainty in her eyes and finding none.
Stacy nodded hurriedly, wanting to feel Drew's hands on her breasts and everywhere else on her body. He grinned slightly as he leant in to kiss her once more. Stacy brought her body forward till she was sitting on the bed once more as she wrapped her arms around Drew's neck.
"Do you…have…protection?" Stacy asked tentatively in-between lowering her head and kissing Drew's neck.
"My wallet," Drew responded hurriedly as he bent his head and kissed her hard on the lips.
He put a shaky hand into the front pocket on his jeans and retrieved his wallet. He opened up the coin compartment and brought out a foil wrapper. He leant past Stacy and placed it on the pillow on the right side of the bed. Then he pushed Stacy down onto her back and he covered his body with hers. His left hand moved towards her left breast and began kneading it slowly and torturously, causing her core to pool with liquid desire. His right hand moved up Stacy's dress and began dragging her underwear down until she kicked them off her legs with her feet. Once that obstruction was null, he used his fingers to gently massage her clit, causing her to mewl loudly.
Once more, Stacy's hand moved down towards Drew's groin and tried to unbuckle his belt. He stopped his ministrations on her heated core to remove the belt from the loops on his belt. He stood up and removed his jeans, stepping out of them quickly and kicking them off to the side. Stacy sat up and helped him remove his wife beater and toss it haphazardly onto the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. Stacy began stroking his taut nipples with her fingertips before replacing them with her mouth. Drew closed his eyes and growled softly, loving the feel of her mouth on his body. Every touch and kiss was going straight to his groin, making the need to be inside her even more unbearable with each passing second.
"I want you," Drew growled huskily as his eyes locked on Stacy's.
"I want you too," Stacy murmured back, her hands going towards the straps of her dress.
Drew's hands closed around hers and stopped her movement.
"Leave your dress on," Drew suggested gently.
"Hmm, kinky." Stacy remarked demurely with a sly grin on his face.
"That's the general idea." Drew teased lightly as he hiked her dress up around her waist and pushed her back down onto the bed.
He took a moment to remove his boxers, standing stark naked in front of Stacy. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at his size. She was no virgin, but she had never seen anyone so well endowed as Drew. He grabbed the foil wrapper next to her head and placed it on his penis. Then he began climbing up her body till their chests were lined up. He took hold of her left thigh and elevated it slightly to give him better access. He began kissing the tips of her knee caps and her inner thigh sensually as he prepared to enter her.
He guided his penis into her opening bit by bit until he was fully sheathed into her. Stacy had been holding her breath the entire time, loving the feeling of him filling her up completely. When he was finally inside all the way, she emitted a throaty moan which accurately summed up just how turned on she was. Stacy's feet moved around Drew's calf muscles like shackles, drawing him into her even more as he began to move slowly and assuredly. The muscles in Drew's posterior clenched and unclenched themselves as he began thrusting at a steady pace. He rested his cheek on Stacy's shoulder blade as his muscular chest rose up and down during his ministrations.
"You feel so good," Drew mumbled in ecstasy to Stacy while he watched their connected bodies move together.
Stacy's hips began moving in time with Drew's as their pelvic bones crashed together in a sensual rhythm as he rocked her core. Her hands moved around his back and brought him even closer as she kissed him passionately. The bed seemed to concur with their movements as it ebbed and flowed along with them likes ocean waves cascading into orgasmic salty spray. Drew had been with several girls before this, but none of them made him feel as incredible as Stacy did in that moment. All he knew was that he wanted to make the experience last for as long as possible.
"Drew, stop teasing me. I want you to go faster." Stacy pleaded impatiently when Drew continued with his stubbornly slow pace.
"All in good time, baby. Just relax and…enjoy the ride. You'll thank me later for making this last longer." Drew persisted with a rough grunt as he rotated his hips and hit her G-spot at a different angle.
Stacy did thank him later as they moved together slowly and timeously when their orgasms hit them simultaneously 30 minutes later. Stacy's walls tightened around Drew's shaft painstakingly as she milked him into oblivion. Drew continued ramming into Stacy's core until he had filled her up with every last drop of his seed. He collapsed against her stomach as he tried to catch his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. Drew finally lifted himself off of her and rolled onto his side. Stacy mimicked him so that they were facing one another.
"That was amazing," Stacy murmured contentedly, a dozy smile on her face.
"I told you," Drew stated knowingly with a smirk on his face.
"What does this mean?" Stacy asked seriously, the smile vanishing from her face.
"I guess it means that we don't hate each other anymore. The rest is up to us." Drew answered slowly as he leant forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Drew's neck and rolled on top of him to a straddling position.
"In that case, we might as well christen our new found respect for each other with a few more 'positions'." Stacy smirked deviously as her hand grasped Drew's penis.
Drew matched her smirk and reached over to the pillow next to her to retrieve his wallet.
"I couldn't agree more. We can't disappoint Mr. Kline with a poor performance on stage. So I think we should practise as much as possible." Drew responded eagerly as he handed Stacy another condom.
"I like the sound of that," Stacy murmured huskily as she ripped open the foil wrapper, placed the condom over his penis and began riding him.
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When opening night of the play occurred, the audience and Mr. Kline were amazed by the obvious chemistry between Stacy and Drew on stage during their various kisses and the 'mock love scene', which didn't seem contrived in the least. After all, it was only acting at the end of the day.
The End.
Notes on the pairing:
Drew (played by Jascha Washington) made his appearance SLOZAC in the season 1 episode, 'Hotel Hangout' as the leader of the cool crowd ("The Drew Crew") at Zack and Cody's new school. In this episode, Drew and his cronies end up overrunning the Tipton Hotel and making a mess for the twins and their two new friends, Max and Tapeworm, to clean up. I made up Drew's last name.
Stacy (played by the lovely Meaghan Jette Martin, most renowned for her role as Tess Tyler in the Disney film "Camp Rock") made her appearance in SLOZAC in the season 3 episode, 'Sleepover Suite'. In this episode, Cody has a crush on her and tells her that she can have her birthday slumber party in London's suite while she's out of town, with comical results. I made up Stacy's last name too.