Romeo and Julie - chapter 24

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Notes - Please read the athours note after the shout outs, because I have an important question to ask you.

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" 'Many a morning hath he here been seen, with tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; but all so soon as the now cheering sun should in the furthurest east begin to draw the shady curtains from Aurora's bed, away from the light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself, shuts up his window, locks far daylight out and makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, unless good counsel may the cause remove.' " Fulton recited as he exited the bathroom, buttoning his shirt and adjusting it on his shoulders. He turned to Beck, who was reclined on her bed, and asked. "Like this one?"

"What else you got" he asked, looking up from over the book she was holding. Fulton disappeared back into the bathroom and she stood, following him to stand in the doorway. "And you were right, by the way"

Fulton looked up from his pile of shirts that he was sorting through on the counter. He had no idea what he was right about. It hardly ever happened, so he had to smile. "Right about what?"

"The line, you got it perfect" Beck informed him, clearing a spot on the bathroom counter and sitting on it, reclining against the mirror and watching as Fulton took his shirt off. Her jaw dropped. Fulton just got so much hotter in her book. It was distracting, and she knew that she had to keep talking to stop staring. "Mr. Reed, have you been practicing?"

"Only to impress you, Miss Roman" a still shirtless Fulton asked, holding up a red shirt. "This one?"

"Umm…" Beck had to look away from his chest to see which shirt he was even talking about. Beck shrugged and indicated to a blue shirt that was on the counter beside her. "Try this one"

"Are you?" Fulton asked as he pulled the shirt over his head.

Am I what? Rebecca stopped. Had he been talking when she was staring at his chest. Damn it was a distraction. I nice distraction, but a distraction all the same. "What?"

"Impressed?" he asked.

Beck smirked at him. "With your acting or with your chest?"

"All of the above" Fulton smiled at her. Beck shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, you acting is amazing." She admitted. Now it was time for a little teasing. "The chest…Well, could use a little work"

"Gee, tell me what you really think" Fulton exclaimed, hurt. When Rebecca laughed, he turned away and muttered. "I think your chest is impressive"

"What?" Beck asked.

"Nothing" he had hoped that she had not heard that. But knowing his luck, of course she did.

Rebecca jumped off of the bench, her hands on her hips. Although she was a foot shorter then him, she had this amazingly scary look about her. "You you commented on my chest, what did you say"

"Nothing" he repeated. What happened next was a blur to him because it happened so fast, but when he came back to himself, he was being pinned to the bench, and Beck had her fingers digging in his side, tickling him. "Ah, stop, no, don't"

She paused and looked up at him. "Tell me what you said"

"You have an impressive chest" Fulton blushed. He had expected to be hit for the comment, but was amazed when she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"I sware, if you weren't so sweet I would kill you for that comment" she mumbled into his chest. Fulton grinned and stepped her back a little so that he could ask about the shirt.

"Opinions?" He asked.

"I like it." Beck smiled, running her hands down from his shoulders to his waist, feeling the muscles underneath. "Wow, you look really sexy in that shirt"

"Really?" he asked.

Rebecca smirked. "Yeah, it covers your chest" she saw that he was going to try to tickle her this time, so she turned, and ran back out into the room. Fulton shook his head.

As he followed her into the bedroom, he bumbled the corner of the desk beside the door, making an envelope fall to the floor. He picked it up. "Hey, what's this?"

Beck, who was again laying on her bed, looked up at him and the white envelope that he was holding. It was the information pack that Julliard school had sent her. It had only arrived earlier that day, and she was yet to have a good look through it. "Oh. It is just a college I want to go to"

"Julliard school of Dance, Drama and Music" he read from the logo in the corner of the envelope, and then opened the back and pulled out the sheets of paper. "Looks impressive"

Beck sat up. Fulton had told her he would support her, but it didn't stop her from being worried about things. Like if she would even get into the school in the first place. She had wanted to keep it all a secret, but she knew that Fulton would believe in her. "It is, it is one of the best music schools in the world. It is really exclusive. Acceptance after audition and interview only. And well, I want to give it a try"

"You do?" He looked up from the information that he was reading and smiled brightly at her. "You will make it, I know you will. Where is this school?"

Beck smiled back. "New York"

Fulton lost his smile momentarily, but then plastered another on into its place. It was a little less natural, but he was sure that Beck would believe it. "As in, East coast of the country New York"

But Beck had seen the way his face had changed. He was not longer happy, there was something else. "Yeah"

"You want to move to New York for college?" he asked the papers before him, not looking up at her.

"Fulton…" Beck began. She was still on her bed and he was still in the doorway. She wished that he would come and sit with her on the bed, so that she could hold his hand as they spoke. There was obviously something wrong, and the physical distance between them was making it all so much more painful. Fulton looked as though he was closing down. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah" He looked up at her, and smiled. It was a painful smile though. "I am fine…"

Beck realised what was bothering him. "New York isn't that far away"

"I know…" he muttered. Rebecca stood and crossed the room to him. She was shocked to see tears in his eyes. He was not crying, but the tears were there. Fulton wrapped his arms around her. "I will miss you"

Beck took a deep breath, buried her head in his chest and said "Then come with me"

"What?" Fulton held her at arm length and stared at her, amazed.

Beck let the excitement take over. "Come with me. Come live in New York with me. There are heaps of good architecture schools in New York. Columbia University and Cornell University have architecture programmes… and there are so many others as well…"

Fulton sighed. "You just want me to come with you, just like that?"

He pushed away from her gently and crossed the room to sit of Julie's bed. Beck followed him with her eyes. "Fult"

"I have family here, I cant just leave" he snapped. "I mean, My dad lives here… and his new wife."

Beck crossed to his side. "It was only a suggestion Fult"

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have snapped, its just…" Fulton looked at his hands. "I want to live with you, it is just not that simple." he sighed, then whispered. "I probably wouldn't even get into any of those places anyway"

Beck's heart practically broke. She had no idea who told Fulton that he couldn't achieve what he wanted, but she knew she hated them. She hugged him and said "Fulton, don't say that. You are really smart, and you are going to be accepted anywhere you apply"

He held up his hand to stop her from going on. He was in a self pity mood, and he just wanted to continue with that. "Beck, we should just face it, I am not good at anything"

"That is not true" she told him again, standing in front of him so that she towered over him. Fulton looked up at her. She was intimidating when she stood like that. "I hate it when you say things like that Fulton, because it is not true"

He sighed. "Then what am I good at?"

Beck bit her lip as she ran a hand through his hair. There was one thing she was sure that he was good at, put she just had to prove it to him. Sitting on his lap, she smiled and pressed her lips softly onto his. Fulton smiled, and let himself be kissed by Beck. It was an amazing kiss.

When Beck pulled away, she rested her head against his forehead. "You are a bloody good kisser"

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Dean was upside down. Well, at least he was to Julie, who was laying across Fulton's bed, her feet resting on the wall, and her head hanging over the side of the bed. Dean, on the other hand, was pacing the space between the beds, waving his hands dramatically as they recited their lines. Julie actually found him quite amusing when he practiced like that, but with all the blood running to her head, she couldn't be bothered laughing.

Dean looked down at her. "Lets take a break. I cant work on this anymore"

Julie flipped her feet over her head and landed gracefully in the floor. Dean laughed at her. She was nimble…like a cat. Huh, maybe that is why they call her the cat, he smiled. "That is the smartest thing you have said all night"

Julie watched as Dean began digging through the draws in Fulton's desk. "What are you doing?"

Dean looked up at her, smiling. "Looking for Fulton's stash"

"Stash?" Julie asked, confused. Stash usually meant drugs…was Fulton…? No! not Fulton.

"Jackpot" Dean smiled and pulled open the bottom draw. He took out the bottom of the draw and emptied out the contents onto the floor. "Tricky wood shop boys and their activities" Dean muttered as he replaced the false bottom of the draw and picked up the two bags of M&M's that had fallen to the floor. He handed one bag to a very relived looking Julie. "Fulton eats these things like every bag is the last one on earth"

She took the bag and opened it quickly, taking a handful. "M&M's, I love M&M's"

"Wait" Dean stopped her as she brought the handful of chocolates of her mouth. "you don't sort them by colour do you?"

"No, I am not that obsessive" Julie replied, she bit into the candies and smiled brightly. "Beck does though"

Dean opened his bag of M&M's and rested one on the beck of his thumb. With one quick manoeuvre, he flicked the small candy into the air and then caught it in his mouth. Julie smiled at him. "Nice one"

"Here, open your mouth" Dean told her, ready to take aim. Julie laughed, opened her mouth, and Dean threw it to her. It bounced off of her bottom lip and onto the carpet. Julie laughed.

"Try again" He smiled, picking up another chocolate. He threw it and it missed completely. "Damn"

Julie laughed at him. "Hey, I am a goalie, I am not meant to let things get to their goal"

"You have to keep things away from their goal?" he questioned playfully.

"Yeah, I know, I failed" Julie muttered, and he looked at her, surprised. "I tried to keep you away from me"

"With Matt" he asked.

"Yeah" Julie shrugged.

Julie leant back against Fulton's bed, resting her head on it comfortably so that she could look at Dean. It was amazing how comfortable they were together, just talking. "But you were harder then I thought. You were coming in from each side, cleaning up the trash. Even when I thought that you had had enough, you were thinking about the goal"

Dean smiled at her. "Jules, stop it with the hockey analogies"

"As much as I pushed you away, you just kept on coming." Julie told him. Dean looked at the carpet and smiled.

"What can I say, I am a persistent guy" Dean shrugged, taking a handful of M&M's and preparing to throw them into her mouth again. He moved a little closer to her, shifting her legs so that they were sitting close together yet still comfortably. "For example, you are not leaving this room without catching one of these in your mouth."

Dean laughed as he missed, again. Julie smiled. "We may need more then one pack of M&M's"

Dean chuckled and picked up a red one, moving a little closer and once again adjusting Julie's legs so that they were comfortable. Julie smiled at him, held open her mouth, and he threw it. They both laughed at the chocolate bounced off of her nose and onto the floor.

Again when he went to pick up one of the chocolates, Julie prepared to move closer. But this time, Dean wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Julie smiled at him and he threw the M&M at her, and even at this close range, it was no where near her mouth.

Julie surprised them both when he tried again. He raised his hand, took aim, and Julie stopped him, taking his wrist in her hand, brining his fingers to her mouth. Dean's breath caught as Julie gently bit the small candy from between his fingers. She licked them clean when she was done, leaving a dumbstruck enforcer in her wake.

Had she just… Dean was surprised by her forwardness. Who was this girl and what had she done with Julie. And why was she kissing his neck. Ah, screw it, who cared who she was, she was kissing him. He had dreamed about this.

Turning her in his lap allowed him greater access to her lips as he kissed her, passionate kiss after passionate kiss. Julie's hands ran through his hair and down his back as they kissed. This was amazing.

She had told herself that she was not going to kiss him again, outside of the play, that was, until after she had admitted to him that she was in love. She told herself that she was not going to romantically involve herself with him at all. But as she had sat here, joking with him about the chocolate, all she wanted, really, all Julie needed, was to kiss him. Desire was a bitch when it reared it head.

But from the way he was nibbling her neck at the moment, he obviously had no problems with letting desire win. And truthfully, she didn't care. If giving in to desire felt this good.

Dean pushed all the scattered chocolates to the side and lowered her to the carpet. Julie smiled and pulled him to her, continuing the passion that they shared. Dean was so caught up in what was happening between them that he hardly realised what he was doing. What his hands were doing.

The words were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing more then to tell him that she loved him. Then something occurred to her. Never once, in this whole thing, had had ever said that he loved her. He had admitted it to every one else, but when they had discussed his feelings, he had never even used the words, so why was it such a big deal to him that she use them.

But she wanted him to know, so she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she told him how she felt. The time just had to be perfect. It had to be a time when she felt comfortable with him, a time when they wouldn't be interrupted, a time when…his hands were not trying to undress her.

Her hands pushed his away in shock. Dean came to himself and realised that he had done. It had been a subconscious thing that his hands had been doing as he had been concentrating on kissing her. But he could tell that by the look in Julie's eyes, she was shocked that he would do something like that. He closed his eyes, rested his head on her chest, trying to gain his breath. Maybe then he could try an apology.

Julie was surprised. Dean had undone her jeans and was trying to pull them off of her. They may have been making out on the floor of his bedroom, but that didn't mean that she wanted to do that. She had thought that Dean was different to that. Sure, he was 'experienced' but if he loved her as much as he eluded to, then he should have known that that was moving to fast. Really, she sighed, she could only blame herself, she was the one who started this.

One thing that comforted her above all was that Dean was as shocked as she was.

Dean's head rested against her chest, his hand running down her side to rest on her stomach, pushing the shirt up to share the head of his hands. He looked up at her, kissed her and whispered. "I love you Julie"

She blinked and looked at him, shocked. There were the words, and she had them for him to. But why was he telling her this now. Did he want something? There was much evidence that he wanted to get into more, and Julie could not help but wonder if he meant it. She had grown up with the warning that men would say anything to get a girl into bed.

Julie paused, embarrassed. How on earth could she think that about Dean. Dean who had spent so long proving his feelings for her. She was shocked at herself. He would never do that. Why couldn't she have replied that she loved him to? Why was she making this so hard on herself. Now there was a strange tension between them, and all she wanted to do was leave. She had to leave. Julie sat up, pushing him to the side.

"Julie?"

"I have to go" she whispered, standing and leaving to room.

Dean watched her go, then collapsed back onto the carpet, taking a deep breath and trying to work out what on earth went wrong.

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Dean looked over his shoulder as he paused at the bay of pay phones. It was well after curfew, so he would have to be extremely careful. Doing this was a risk, but he could not sleep, and he was sure that he would not be able to sleep until he did this.

Lifting the phone from its cradle, he held it between his ear and his shoulder and inserted the coins, trying not to make to much noise. He hit the numbers quickly, and hoped that some one would answer.

After a few rings, the phone was lifted, and a sleepy voice said. "Hello"

Dean was happy. The one person in the house that he wanted to answer, had answered. "Deanie, its Jake"

He could see his sister, in her bed, her phone against her ear surrounded by about a million pillows and blankets, and probably so angry at him. "Jake, it is 1 in the morning, what the hell is your problem"

Dean looked at his watch. He had completely forgotten that the time difference, although it was only small, made it later in Chicago then what it was in Minnesota. "I need your help"

"And I need sleep." Joanna groaned. "I have an exam in the morning"

Dean paused. Maybe calling Deanie had not been the best idea. But she had made him feel better the week before, hopefully she could do it again now.

Joanna spoke up. "Well, what is the problem"

"She ran out" Dean replied.

"Julie?" Joanna yawned.

Dean rolled his eyes at his sister. "Who else?"

"What did she run out of?" Joanna asked him, probably as she got more comfortable in her bed. She was probably doing so to stop herself from falling back to sleep. "Patience, because I can see where that could happen."

Dean groaned. "Joanna, be serious. She ran out of my room"

"Well, how the hell I am suppose to know what she did, last I heard you thought she had slept with that Matt guy." Joanna snapped.

Dean realised it was true. He really should have explained what had happened since they spoke last. "She didn't, and she broke up with him"

"Now she is yours?"

"Almost" Dean smiled. Well, at least he hoped that Julie was almost his. What had happened that night had done nothing more then confuse him more. "The words are there, I just cant get them out"

"So what happened" Joanna asked, yawning again. "Give details"

"We were kissing, and things were escalating, and I told her I loved her, which really wasn't that bad because I have told her that I love her before, I think. Or at least she knows that I love her. I think. Well, she does now, but I told her tonight, and I don't know, I expected her to reply. To tell me that she loved me to. The last few days it had been on the tip of her tongue, I could tell. I just expected her to tell me, but she pushed me off and just left without a word" Dean explained, pausing only when he heard some one snoring in his ear. Joanna had fallen asleep, how rude. "Deanie?"

"What, I am awake" She mumbled as he woke her up. "She just ran out when you were kissing…she probably felt pressured"

"Pressured?"

"Think about it" She began, fighting back another yawn. Dean would have to pay for calling her in the middle of the night. This was what she called rude. "You are not sure that you told her you loved her, so it is possible you haven't, you are making out with her, and suddenly, you admit it. Seems like you were trying to get her into bed"

"But I wasn't" Dean snapped.

"Does she know that"

"I don't know" he admitted.

"Well, there, that could be your problem" Joanna replied, yawning. "Night"

Dean was shocked when he heard the dial tone in his ear. Putting more money in the phone, he called his sister back. She answered and he snapped "Why did you hang up?"

"Because I thought the conversation was over" she told him.

"It is not"

Joanna rolled her eyes at her annoying brother. "Cant this wait till morning?"

"No" Dean told her. "If I cant sleep, you cant sleep"

"Why" Joanna groaned. As much as she loved Dean, she hated him equally. "We may be close, but not that close"

Dean then realised that he had nothing more to say, and that they could have left the conversation where it was at. "So your suggestion is that I was moving to fast"

"Either that or she doesn't really love you" Joanna replied.

Dean sighed. "I think I like option one better"

"I knew you would." was her reply. "Now, was there anything else"

Dean thought for a few seconds. "No, I don't think so"

"Good, see you in a week" Joanna replied, and once again hung up on him.

Dean went over her last statement a few times before putting a few more quarters into the phone and hitting the right numbers.

This time when she answered the phone, she growled at him. "Dean William Portman, what the fuck did you call back for!"

"You will see me in a week?" he asked. On the other end, she sighed.

"Sure, opening night, front row centre"

Dean cursed. Joanna and the parentals were coming to the play anyway. He had deliberately not told them about the date change in the hope that they wouldn't come. "But how did you know the dates changed?"

"School called" Joanna mumbled. "Can I go back to sleep now"

"Um, ok" Dean smiled. "I love you Deanie"

"Love you to Jake" Deanie told her brother. "But if you ever call me this early again, I will kill you, I sware!"

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Shout outs.

Kayla - I know, people keep interrupting! Shy girl and name. Funny thing was, I was just thinking before I read you review that she needs a name like Amy or something, but I am still not sure, usually when I am writing, the first name that comes to mind is the one I use, so when I am writing shy girl again, I will just spur of the moment on the name I guess. I am glad that you liked the name story thing. I was a little worried about that.

Amy77 - hey, blondes have more fun, so good choice of wig. I hope you like the Fulton and Beck stuff in this chapter.

Melanie - it is so exciting, I hope you keep reading.

HighOnLife - I am glad you like this chapter. You will just have to keep reading to find out.

Linnie22 - It is funny that you said that about a certain item of clothing. It may make an importance appearance somewhere… la de da, cant say any more without giving it away… oh, and you ask about Mendoza's mystery girl, well, without giving to much away, she is in here some more. She is Shy girl that I keep going on about. At the moment, she is nameless.

Pixie13 - You can draw, that would be so cool if you drew some pictures from this fic. I am so jealous of people who can draw, because I cant draw for shit.

Cathryn - Yeah, at least they are getting some where. At least, I think they are. I really don't have any idea how this is going to turn out. (Lying of course, I just cant share)

Cake Eater Girly 99 - I am glad you found it funny, I loved writing it.

Ashcake - Glad you liked it. Hope you like this one.

*Important AN, please read* Don't worry, this is nothing bad. What it is is that I am moving at the end of this week, and I am moving away to University. I can have this fic finished by the time I leave, but what I need your opinion on is Would you like a sequel? I have the best idea, the best, and I really want to write it, for myself as much as for others, but I would just like to know if you would read it. Another thing, if I do post it, it will not updated daily, but probably twice a week because I don't know my internet situation. But anyway. Give me your opinion. Yay or Nay. (Can I just say I adore my idea for the sequel, and it will have all our favourite Ducks as well as OC's from this story. *End of AN, review and tell me*