A/N : Ok, FINE, I'm not making u wait 10 reviews, cuz y??? YOU DON"T
REVIEW!!! feelin' NO LOVE! So anyways, I had SO MUCH FUN writing this
chapter. Hope you have as much fun reading it! PS Very sappy. But cute,
too. I dunno judge for yourself. (
Disclaimer : Mr. Moore is not real *cough. * however, All of Andrew and ect. Ppls lines are HEAVILY BASED on Romeo and Juliet and The Taming of the Shrew by W. Shakespeare. (the balcony scene, act 2 for R&J, Act 2, scene 1 in TOTS) I suggest reading before reading this chapter so you get all the humor. And I just suggest reading Act 2, scene 1 in TOTS cuz it's my fav. I LOVE IT!! The 2nd to last paragraph is based on a paragraph by Gail Carson Levine, in Ella Enchanted I don't own much.
The next day in English, Mr. Moore caught Andrew nearly asleep. In a state of ecstasy, his meter stick slapped on Andrew's desk ½ and inch from Andrew's nose. With all the indifference one can have when being "awaken", Andrew rolled his eyes and told Mr. Moore "it would been much better if I were really asleep." He grinned.
Trying to cover his disappointment, Mr. Moore shot back, "Either way, Mr. Becker, you are in the WRONG play in "Collected Work's Of William Shakespeare." Though "Macbeth" is a good play, the rest of the class is reading "Romeo and Juliet." Please turn to page 651." Mr. Moore directed his attention to Emily McGriander. "You may continue reading you part."
Andrew elbowed his friend next to him in the back of the class. He then slouched back in his chair. Mr. Moore called back to him. "Mr. Becker, don't get too comfortable. Ms. Happy's office. Get out of my class."
A bit disappointed that he would have to suffer Ms. Happy, He grabbed his stuff up and began to leave the class. As he passed by Joey Lovitt's desk, Andrew noticed a doodled-over sheet of paper. ".What light through yonder window breaks- it is the East, and Bianca is the sun."
Andrew laughed and shook his head. "D***, the girl's got you whipped." Embarrassed that someone saw it, Joey shoved the sheet of paper into his backpack. Then he smiled a bit, too. Andrew continued out the door. When he reached Ms. Happy's office, a pathetic idea to end all pathetic ideas came to him.
* * *
That night, Andrew searched around in the grass for a few small stones. The moon and the streetlights did little to help him differentiate the shadows of grass and pebbles. After collecting 3 or 4, Andrew tossed one up at the window above him. When nothing happened, he tossed two at once. A second later, the room lit up. Andrew called, "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Kat's the sun!"
The window opened, and Ella, cocky even in mid-sleep, smiled and rested her elbows on the windowsill. "Wrong room, Romeo."
"Pray tell, whose room this be then? Could'st be Tybalt, King of Cats?" Andrew called back.
Ella smiled at this. "Rroouw." (She made that cat call noise that is hard to type). "Thou hast hit it. Queen of the household, including Kat."
"Thou's ego speaks for itself. Thou must be Tybalt, and hated Capulet."
Ella slitted her eyes and frowned "My only love sprung from my only hate, no?"
"Ah, twist the knife. That I once loved a loathed enemy."
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players- but what's my role? First Tybalt, then Rosaline." Ella loved this.
"Ah, I the fool that removed you hither from your sleep wishes that I could remove you hence. Tell me where Kat lies."
Being the annoying girl that she was and loving it, Ella asked playfully. "To tell or not to tell, that's the question. But for sleeping in class you sure know your quotes and characters." Ella nodded to her left. "Opposite side of the house. Around two corners. Can't miss it."
* * * Andrew once again looked up at a dark window. Someone was sleeping in the room, and he wasn't so happy about waking them up. "If this is Bonko's room, or whatever her name is," he mumbled as he threw, "I'm going home."
The room lit up.
Filled with stupid happiness, Andrew called out, "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Kat is the sun!"
"Oh my God. Andrew?! GO AWAY!" A voice called out.
Andrew smiled to himself. "I got the right room." He thought.
Kat opened the window. The light from the ceiling fan half silhouetted her. Her blonde hair set a ring around her face and down around her. To Andrew, she looked like she was glowing. Like an angel.
"She speaks: 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 wondering 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." Andrew nearly smacked himself. "Get a grip!" He thought. "Angels don't wear XL jersey tops and boxers!"
"Andrew, I don't want to go to the party on Friday. Especially with you." It all started with a party, Kat thought. I hate Joey Donner.
"Are you doing anything better that day?" Andrew sarcastically asked.
"No."
"Then go with me."
"No." She smiled, partially confused with this boy who was so persistent to go to this party with her. She could feel her will giving in.
"Come on, Kat."
Kat sighed. She rolled her eyes. " You never give up, do you?"
Andrew and Kat smiled at this.
"I'll go with you under the condition that you never, ever wake me up at" she looked over at the digital clock beside her bed, "1:30 in the morning."
Andrew, drunk with happiness: the joy of the victory and the joy of a pay check called out " Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.a thousand times goodnight!"
Later in bed, Andrew stayed awake for another hour dreaming of what he would do with the money that Ella was going to pay him for each date. But his last conscious thought was of Kat at her window, radiant like an angel. Her crimped, golden hair flowed over her shoulders. At first her eyes were burned of anger, but later cooled down to humor. He loved when her eyes smiled bright as her face.
Andrew fell asleep with a grin.
Disclaimer : Mr. Moore is not real *cough. * however, All of Andrew and ect. Ppls lines are HEAVILY BASED on Romeo and Juliet and The Taming of the Shrew by W. Shakespeare. (the balcony scene, act 2 for R&J, Act 2, scene 1 in TOTS) I suggest reading before reading this chapter so you get all the humor. And I just suggest reading Act 2, scene 1 in TOTS cuz it's my fav. I LOVE IT!! The 2nd to last paragraph is based on a paragraph by Gail Carson Levine, in Ella Enchanted I don't own much.
The next day in English, Mr. Moore caught Andrew nearly asleep. In a state of ecstasy, his meter stick slapped on Andrew's desk ½ and inch from Andrew's nose. With all the indifference one can have when being "awaken", Andrew rolled his eyes and told Mr. Moore "it would been much better if I were really asleep." He grinned.
Trying to cover his disappointment, Mr. Moore shot back, "Either way, Mr. Becker, you are in the WRONG play in "Collected Work's Of William Shakespeare." Though "Macbeth" is a good play, the rest of the class is reading "Romeo and Juliet." Please turn to page 651." Mr. Moore directed his attention to Emily McGriander. "You may continue reading you part."
Andrew elbowed his friend next to him in the back of the class. He then slouched back in his chair. Mr. Moore called back to him. "Mr. Becker, don't get too comfortable. Ms. Happy's office. Get out of my class."
A bit disappointed that he would have to suffer Ms. Happy, He grabbed his stuff up and began to leave the class. As he passed by Joey Lovitt's desk, Andrew noticed a doodled-over sheet of paper. ".What light through yonder window breaks- it is the East, and Bianca is the sun."
Andrew laughed and shook his head. "D***, the girl's got you whipped." Embarrassed that someone saw it, Joey shoved the sheet of paper into his backpack. Then he smiled a bit, too. Andrew continued out the door. When he reached Ms. Happy's office, a pathetic idea to end all pathetic ideas came to him.
* * *
That night, Andrew searched around in the grass for a few small stones. The moon and the streetlights did little to help him differentiate the shadows of grass and pebbles. After collecting 3 or 4, Andrew tossed one up at the window above him. When nothing happened, he tossed two at once. A second later, the room lit up. Andrew called, "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Kat's the sun!"
The window opened, and Ella, cocky even in mid-sleep, smiled and rested her elbows on the windowsill. "Wrong room, Romeo."
"Pray tell, whose room this be then? Could'st be Tybalt, King of Cats?" Andrew called back.
Ella smiled at this. "Rroouw." (She made that cat call noise that is hard to type). "Thou hast hit it. Queen of the household, including Kat."
"Thou's ego speaks for itself. Thou must be Tybalt, and hated Capulet."
Ella slitted her eyes and frowned "My only love sprung from my only hate, no?"
"Ah, twist the knife. That I once loved a loathed enemy."
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players- but what's my role? First Tybalt, then Rosaline." Ella loved this.
"Ah, I the fool that removed you hither from your sleep wishes that I could remove you hence. Tell me where Kat lies."
Being the annoying girl that she was and loving it, Ella asked playfully. "To tell or not to tell, that's the question. But for sleeping in class you sure know your quotes and characters." Ella nodded to her left. "Opposite side of the house. Around two corners. Can't miss it."
* * * Andrew once again looked up at a dark window. Someone was sleeping in the room, and he wasn't so happy about waking them up. "If this is Bonko's room, or whatever her name is," he mumbled as he threw, "I'm going home."
The room lit up.
Filled with stupid happiness, Andrew called out, "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Kat is the sun!"
"Oh my God. Andrew?! GO AWAY!" A voice called out.
Andrew smiled to himself. "I got the right room." He thought.
Kat opened the window. The light from the ceiling fan half silhouetted her. Her blonde hair set a ring around her face and down around her. To Andrew, she looked like she was glowing. Like an angel.
"She speaks: 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 wondering 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." Andrew nearly smacked himself. "Get a grip!" He thought. "Angels don't wear XL jersey tops and boxers!"
"Andrew, I don't want to go to the party on Friday. Especially with you." It all started with a party, Kat thought. I hate Joey Donner.
"Are you doing anything better that day?" Andrew sarcastically asked.
"No."
"Then go with me."
"No." She smiled, partially confused with this boy who was so persistent to go to this party with her. She could feel her will giving in.
"Come on, Kat."
Kat sighed. She rolled her eyes. " You never give up, do you?"
Andrew and Kat smiled at this.
"I'll go with you under the condition that you never, ever wake me up at" she looked over at the digital clock beside her bed, "1:30 in the morning."
Andrew, drunk with happiness: the joy of the victory and the joy of a pay check called out " Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.a thousand times goodnight!"
Later in bed, Andrew stayed awake for another hour dreaming of what he would do with the money that Ella was going to pay him for each date. But his last conscious thought was of Kat at her window, radiant like an angel. Her crimped, golden hair flowed over her shoulders. At first her eyes were burned of anger, but later cooled down to humor. He loved when her eyes smiled bright as her face.
Andrew fell asleep with a grin.