A/N; once again just a quick reminder that I don't own the play Romeo and
Juliet
"Has Twister said anything to you Reg?" Carla asked chewing on one of her braids as she lay on her bed talking to Reggie over her cordless phone.
"Like what?" Reggie asked rubbing her hair dry with a towel.
"Like anything, he's just been really jumpy and quiet since his audition today. I was surprised he wasn't happier; I mean he did get the lead male part." Carla sighed rolling over.
"He hasn't said anything to me. What are you doing in your first rehearsal?" Reggie asked raking a comb through her hair.
"Love scene between me and Twist which is gonna be so weird." Carla replied.
"Maybe that's why Twister's acting odd." Reggie mused.
"What because he doesn't want to do a love scene with me?" Carla asked
"No, maybe he's acting odd because he likes the idea." Reggie replied thoughtfully.
"Reggie! Have you lost your mind? Twister's, like, my best friend he doesn't see me like that!" Carla laughed.
"And it's so obvious that it bugs you!" Reggie laughed remembering a previous conversation involving Twister.
"Shut up!" Carla laughed.
Outside in the hallway Twister sighed quietly, he had only heard Carla's side of the conversation and from that he knew that Carla didn't have a thing for him.
A/N: go over just Carla's side of the conversation, it'll be easier to understand that way.
Twister ran over the script one more time, the director wanted to see if Carla and Twister had "magic" Twister shook his head the director was strange. He knew his lines off by heart but he had only rehearsed his part before he hadn't worked up the courage to ask Carla to rehearse with him.
"Juliet! No eating in the theatre!" The director shouted at the other end of the theatre.
"It's Carla!" Carla's voice shouted back, Twister laughed quietly; she hated her name.
"Well then Carla would you mind, you and twister have a scene to do." The director ordered pointing a finger at the stage; Twister sighed and walked up to the stage watching Carla do the same on the other side of the room. It was a high stage; it came up to his shoulders. Twister couldn't be bothered to use the steps and just pulled himself up onto the stage at waist level and swung the rest of himself onto the stage.
Carla blushed as she climbed up the steps, she watched as Twister athletically pulled himself up onto the stage his biceps bulging slightly; it seemed to take no effort at all. Carla felt her face flushing slightly as she walked to centre stage.
"Show off, I could do that you know." Otto bragged to Reggie at the back of the theatre.
"As if, your head wouldn't even reach the stage midget!" Reggie laughed quietly.
Twister took a breath and touched Carla's hand as it said in the script and began his lines.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentler sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Twister said quietly, but loud enough for the whole audience to hear; his words rang in Carla's ears, he had been practising. The heat from his hand on hers sent a shiver down Carla's spine. Carla turned her hand in his touch so her palm was touching his during her lines.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong you hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this. For Saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
Twister frowned slightly, he understood Carla's line now, she was turning him down. He stepped closer to her and said his next line.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?"
Carla pressed a finger on Twister's lips; this was getting too real. Either he was a brilliant actor, or Reggie might have been onto something; the thought made her blush.
"Ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O then, dear Saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant through prayer's sake."
Twister took a breath, this was his line, and after this then he would kiss her.
"Then move not while my prayers effect I take."
Twister kissed her. Fireworks exploded in his head, she tasted of strawberries, that must have been what she was told off for eating earlier. Twister suddenly loved strawberries. His arm slipped around her back, he felt Carla's eyelashes tickle his cheeks as she closed her eyes. Twister broke away and uttered his line.
"And thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged."
Carla smiled at him, she was glad that they had another kiss coming up.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
Twister kissed her again and he felt Carla wrap her arms around his neck and play with his red hair that had grown longer since he was eleven.
"Bravo! Bravo! You two have magic, chemistry, call it what you will; the audience is going to love this! This is going to be the best showing of Romeo and Juliet ever!" The director laughed, Carla and Twister stopped kissing and looked at the director.
"You two were amazing!" Otto congratulated them.
"Yeah, very realistic." Reggie smiled at Carla who turned slightly red again.
"Has Twister said anything to you Reg?" Carla asked chewing on one of her braids as she lay on her bed talking to Reggie over her cordless phone.
"Like what?" Reggie asked rubbing her hair dry with a towel.
"Like anything, he's just been really jumpy and quiet since his audition today. I was surprised he wasn't happier; I mean he did get the lead male part." Carla sighed rolling over.
"He hasn't said anything to me. What are you doing in your first rehearsal?" Reggie asked raking a comb through her hair.
"Love scene between me and Twist which is gonna be so weird." Carla replied.
"Maybe that's why Twister's acting odd." Reggie mused.
"What because he doesn't want to do a love scene with me?" Carla asked
"No, maybe he's acting odd because he likes the idea." Reggie replied thoughtfully.
"Reggie! Have you lost your mind? Twister's, like, my best friend he doesn't see me like that!" Carla laughed.
"And it's so obvious that it bugs you!" Reggie laughed remembering a previous conversation involving Twister.
"Shut up!" Carla laughed.
Outside in the hallway Twister sighed quietly, he had only heard Carla's side of the conversation and from that he knew that Carla didn't have a thing for him.
A/N: go over just Carla's side of the conversation, it'll be easier to understand that way.
Twister ran over the script one more time, the director wanted to see if Carla and Twister had "magic" Twister shook his head the director was strange. He knew his lines off by heart but he had only rehearsed his part before he hadn't worked up the courage to ask Carla to rehearse with him.
"Juliet! No eating in the theatre!" The director shouted at the other end of the theatre.
"It's Carla!" Carla's voice shouted back, Twister laughed quietly; she hated her name.
"Well then Carla would you mind, you and twister have a scene to do." The director ordered pointing a finger at the stage; Twister sighed and walked up to the stage watching Carla do the same on the other side of the room. It was a high stage; it came up to his shoulders. Twister couldn't be bothered to use the steps and just pulled himself up onto the stage at waist level and swung the rest of himself onto the stage.
Carla blushed as she climbed up the steps, she watched as Twister athletically pulled himself up onto the stage his biceps bulging slightly; it seemed to take no effort at all. Carla felt her face flushing slightly as she walked to centre stage.
"Show off, I could do that you know." Otto bragged to Reggie at the back of the theatre.
"As if, your head wouldn't even reach the stage midget!" Reggie laughed quietly.
Twister took a breath and touched Carla's hand as it said in the script and began his lines.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentler sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Twister said quietly, but loud enough for the whole audience to hear; his words rang in Carla's ears, he had been practising. The heat from his hand on hers sent a shiver down Carla's spine. Carla turned her hand in his touch so her palm was touching his during her lines.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong you hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this. For Saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
Twister frowned slightly, he understood Carla's line now, she was turning him down. He stepped closer to her and said his next line.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?"
Carla pressed a finger on Twister's lips; this was getting too real. Either he was a brilliant actor, or Reggie might have been onto something; the thought made her blush.
"Ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O then, dear Saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant through prayer's sake."
Twister took a breath, this was his line, and after this then he would kiss her.
"Then move not while my prayers effect I take."
Twister kissed her. Fireworks exploded in his head, she tasted of strawberries, that must have been what she was told off for eating earlier. Twister suddenly loved strawberries. His arm slipped around her back, he felt Carla's eyelashes tickle his cheeks as she closed her eyes. Twister broke away and uttered his line.
"And thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged."
Carla smiled at him, she was glad that they had another kiss coming up.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
Twister kissed her again and he felt Carla wrap her arms around his neck and play with his red hair that had grown longer since he was eleven.
"Bravo! Bravo! You two have magic, chemistry, call it what you will; the audience is going to love this! This is going to be the best showing of Romeo and Juliet ever!" The director laughed, Carla and Twister stopped kissing and looked at the director.
"You two were amazing!" Otto congratulated them.
"Yeah, very realistic." Reggie smiled at Carla who turned slightly red again.