Ryan had a strange feeling that he'd walked into some disturbing version of Romeo and Juliet.
Orange County had beaches and dark, dank pool halls, maybe even a castle or two. Ryan wouldn't be surprised if Leonardo Dicaprio popped in out of the blue.
Seth, of course, was Romeo.
He had the lovestruck countenance and the dopey grin. Maybe he hadn't even spoken to his Juliet yet, but his bumbling attempts were so sweet that anyone could see he really loved her.
Summer.
His eyebrows had met with his hairline when he'd first saw her, and both agreed that Summer didn't quite fit the angelic, virginal profile. Sure, she was attractive in a plastic sort of way, but her long, dark hair and pretty, brown eyes were too common to really stand out.
However Seth had already cast her as Juliet, and there really wasn't anything Ryan could do about that.
He could only step into the role he'd been given.
Mercutio.
Ryan didn't exactly fit the desired description either. He hadn't know Seth for all that long, and he didn't think he'd die for him. At least, not yet.
So when Seth chattered on and on about Summer, Ryan nodded, pretended interest, and wondered what the other boy's mouth would taste like.
Ryan didn't think that Mercutio was supposed to want to fuck Romeo.
But.....on the other hand, maybe he was.