Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters. If I did,
why would I need to write a fan fic about them? (o.k., I can think of a few
reasons, but you get my point!) And I don't own any of Romeo & Juliet. That
work belongs to a departed genius by the name of William Shakespeare.
A/N: Tristan decided to stay for the play, so we now move on to the play itself.
They were almost at the end of their act, and Tristan was a wonderful actor. He made it seem more like a serious production than a class project. Rory wrenched herself from her thoughts as Tristan kneeled next to her and gently placed a hand on her stomach to deliver his next lines. "Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?" His next words were spoken in a combination of a chuckle and a choked back sob. "Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in the dark to be his paramour?" Rory was surprised at the affection in his voice as he neared the end of his part. But she was more surprised at what he did next. "And, lips, O, you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death." As he leaned in to kiss her, he placed two fingers over her lips and brushed his lips across his fingertips. A stage kiss! Rory didn't understand this. He had to know that she wouldn't object to kissing him after what had just happened in the hallway. *Is the thought of kissing me that bad?* Rory thought. *He didn't have a problem with it earlier. Am I just another conquest? I've seen how he acts with them and he's never treated me like that.* Rory was thoroughly confused as Tristan "died" next to her. Friar Lawrence entered and cued her to wake up from her death-like slumber. She ordered the good friar out and just looked at Tristan for a second, feigning tears. He was so handsome that, despite her confusion at his behavior, it was easy to think of him as Romeo. She acted like she was just discovering the cup of poison in his hand and got on with her part. "What's here? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end." Rory slapped his arm childishly as she spoke her next line. "O churl, drunk all and left no friendly drop To help me after! I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative." As she leaned down to kiss him, she saw a flash of dark, floppy hair out of the corner of her eye. Dean. She repeated Tristan's earlier stage kiss with a new idea of why he might have done it. She threw out her next line with an air of surprise. "Thy lips are warm!" *and perfect* she added mentally. The sound of voices in the background cued her to continue. "Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O, happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die." She pretended to stab herself with the fake dagger. As she fell, an arm draped itself across Tristan's chest, but she dare not move, because she was supposed to be dead already, and weren't the star-crossed lovers supposed to die in each other's arms anyways? She blocked out the main reason she didn't move her arm, which was she simply didn't want to. The curtain closed then (director Paris had seen no point in continuing the scene past this part). The applause was tumultuous. Rory and Tristan helped each other up, each one trying not to look in the other's eyes. They joined hands with the rest of the cast for a quick bow, then joined their entire class for a last curtain call. They had to hold hands for this, and Tristan held Rory's hand for a second longer than was necessary. She tried to figure out why she cared, and why she felt so bad when he let it go.
That's all for this chapter. I have the next one sitting here in my notebook; review and I just might post it.
A/N: Tristan decided to stay for the play, so we now move on to the play itself.
They were almost at the end of their act, and Tristan was a wonderful actor. He made it seem more like a serious production than a class project. Rory wrenched herself from her thoughts as Tristan kneeled next to her and gently placed a hand on her stomach to deliver his next lines. "Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?" His next words were spoken in a combination of a chuckle and a choked back sob. "Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in the dark to be his paramour?" Rory was surprised at the affection in his voice as he neared the end of his part. But she was more surprised at what he did next. "And, lips, O, you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death." As he leaned in to kiss her, he placed two fingers over her lips and brushed his lips across his fingertips. A stage kiss! Rory didn't understand this. He had to know that she wouldn't object to kissing him after what had just happened in the hallway. *Is the thought of kissing me that bad?* Rory thought. *He didn't have a problem with it earlier. Am I just another conquest? I've seen how he acts with them and he's never treated me like that.* Rory was thoroughly confused as Tristan "died" next to her. Friar Lawrence entered and cued her to wake up from her death-like slumber. She ordered the good friar out and just looked at Tristan for a second, feigning tears. He was so handsome that, despite her confusion at his behavior, it was easy to think of him as Romeo. She acted like she was just discovering the cup of poison in his hand and got on with her part. "What's here? A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end." Rory slapped his arm childishly as she spoke her next line. "O churl, drunk all and left no friendly drop To help me after! I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative." As she leaned down to kiss him, she saw a flash of dark, floppy hair out of the corner of her eye. Dean. She repeated Tristan's earlier stage kiss with a new idea of why he might have done it. She threw out her next line with an air of surprise. "Thy lips are warm!" *and perfect* she added mentally. The sound of voices in the background cued her to continue. "Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O, happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die." She pretended to stab herself with the fake dagger. As she fell, an arm draped itself across Tristan's chest, but she dare not move, because she was supposed to be dead already, and weren't the star-crossed lovers supposed to die in each other's arms anyways? She blocked out the main reason she didn't move her arm, which was she simply didn't want to. The curtain closed then (director Paris had seen no point in continuing the scene past this part). The applause was tumultuous. Rory and Tristan helped each other up, each one trying not to look in the other's eyes. They joined hands with the rest of the cast for a quick bow, then joined their entire class for a last curtain call. They had to hold hands for this, and Tristan held Rory's hand for a second longer than was necessary. She tried to figure out why she cared, and why she felt so bad when he let it go.
That's all for this chapter. I have the next one sitting here in my notebook; review and I just might post it.