Whitney: So you thought you could get rid of me, did you?
Erk: NO! LET ME DIE!
Whitney: Bwahahaha! This is my last (I promise) installment of Twelfth Night.
Nino/Serra: ::crying::
Erk: YES!
Whitney: -Before starting a Midsummer Night's Dream.
Nino/Serra: YES!
Erk: ::crying::
Review Replies (or whatever)
Wandering Cat: I'm so glad you liked it! I was hoping people might. Even better, it surprised you! w00t! Yes, they really have supports, but apparently (I've been informed), they don't get married. But thrydid in my fic. And everyone mocks poor Shakespear.
And since you've been around so long... ::hands over one of Rath's bandana::
nightwaler: ...
Regulus: Well, I might, but it's kinda over... :P
firefan: ::salutes:: Yes ma'am!
flamefirefox: Well, er um... I would love to respond to that, but I'm not sure how So I'll jsut respond by saying "thank you for reading my story!"
K-Girl: Looks like you're still around... (read below). I am planning on a sequel (see above). But I don't think I'm going to do the one you asked for because A) I haven't read it, and B) My friends tell me it's not a good story. Plus, it might be too long...? Thank you for reviewing!
K-Girl (again): Too late to buy a ticket, I've already put you in! (but you don't get to see the show, sorry :P)
katelynn: Yes, Legault and Isadora get married in my fic. Or rather, they get engaged. Maybe I'll have the wedding in the next story. I'm glad you liked it
TrisRika: ::runs around with wallet:: Bwahahah! See, I did write more. But this is the (final) end of this play. For now. bwaha
Bloody Mary: I hope very much that you are a Goth or like them. And I hope you Guy and Rath even more. Precioussss...
Aeros Fujita: That's my secret that shall never be revealed! ... ok, I was going to get him to ask her to marry him, but I'd already had one proposal scene and didn't want overload. So chances are it won't come up until the next play or something.
Thank you for following my story : )
bobby joe: thank you.
Nikoli: ... thanks. I think : P
Pant Burner: Why do you think I switched it around? I'm evil! And being evil is such fun! Bwahah
And while I glad you liked it, I'm not sure why you wanted it to be over... which is why I've done an epilogue! BWAHAHAHA
Fury: Here you go. Cast party just for you.
elven-girl10: Oops about the ticket thing, oh well, you got in for free! ("...it's like a free ride when you've already paid...") Thank you for being such a long-standing reviewer, and I shall return in sequel! woo-hoo! (ain't nobody gonna stoppa my stride...) ignore my cheesy song implants
WildfireDreams: Thanky!
TOKAM: LOL, I'm glad you found it that way. It's always nice to be found entertaining, especially when you're entertainment-challenged : P I'm glad I got your characters personality right - she seems like someone I'd be very good at writing about. We're so alike : P Be afraid... : )
chaosrougerabbit: keep reading...
The Winged Wolf: Look! An epilogue before the sequel! Yaay!
I'm still debating if it's a good thing or a bad thing the play was so messed up from your review... :S oh well ;)
Firelien: LOL, I'm so glad it makes up for the long delay. I hope this makes up for the even longer delay.eh-heh. Unfortunately, you were not one of the one's chasing Lloyd and Linus, you were too busy oogling the hotness onstage, something I'm pretty sure you wouldn't object too :P
Ha, that's great that Fury's your brother. Maybe I should have had him break down the door with his head...? Or is that not mean enough ;) (j/k)
And here's the cast party, just for you! (sort of). I'm glad I've got a PxH supporter, and I'm glad I've helped you expand your borders to include LxI. Too bad they don't get a good ending, but thank you for telling me. I just love spoilers :D
And if you're REALLY good, and ask me too, I'll work on drawing you some pictures of those two scenes you mentioned... I'm not that bad an artist. At least, I think I'm good :P
And yeah, I worked harder on this chapter because I realized there was a decline and I was like "I can do better..." I hope this holds up to the former level. Booyah, next chapter: BRING IT ON!
Stan loved his job at the Pizza Place. He was determined to be the best, brightest, most-loved Pizza guy ever! He had only one more delivery to complete before his shift was over, a large order for the nearby high school. If he got this over with quickly, he would be free to go early, and could spend the rest of the night as he wanted. Maybe he could take his girlfriend to the movies… well, if he HAD a girlfriend, maybe.
The school parking lot was now almost empty, with a few dejected-looking teachers cars near the doors and the new, prettier cars of the students interspaced all over the lot. Pulling perfectly into the space right outside the back door, he opened the gleaming white car door and smoothed his ever-so-slightly creased blue-and-white uniform. Bending as little as possible he opened the back door and removed the thirty-odd pizza boxes and six-packs of pop, performing a dazzling balancing act as he marched to the back door. He was about to knock when he heard a distance screaming noise that was quickly growing louder. Turning to see who – or what – it was, Stan the immaculate pizza man was run over by the fleeing Lloyd and Linus and the pursuing K-Girl and A-Sis.
After lying in a trampled heap for a few moments, Stan twitched a few limbs and finally got to his feet again. After making everything perfect once more – except for the wrinkles he couldn't smooth out of his peaked cap and the few footprints and gum stains now embedded on his shirt – he rapped on the door again. "Pizza!" he yelled, hoping someone would hear him. Someone had, apparently, as the backdoor creaked open.
"P-p-pizzaaa…" The door opened to reveal a terribly rumpled and gaunt women with scraggly brown hair that fell into wide-open blue eyes that had bags under them that wouldn't qualify as carry-on luggage at the airport.
"SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEK!" Stan the random pizza man screamed like a girl. "A GHOST!" And with that Stan dropped the pizza and pop – a few of which exploded on impact – fled back to his car and pulled out of that cursed school, never to return again.
Ms. Spencer stared at the pizza on the ground, and the space where the pizza man had been. She then shrugged her shoulders and walked back into the building, leaving the pizzas where they had fallen, their half-open cardboard lids fluttering dejectedly in the wind.
Disclaimer (which I always forget): I don't own FE. Obvious, right? Good.
Backstage was pandemonium. Everyone – with a few exceptions – was there celebrating the end of the project from hell.
"You know," Hector remarked with a tragic sigh, "Now that it's over, I almost miss it."
Eliwood looked at the floor gloomily, his arm around Ninian. "All my parts got cut out of the final production. No one will ever know what kind of hero I am!"
Hector and Lyn exchanged eye glances that meant "fruitcake" then shook their heads as Ninian tried to cheer up her boyfriend.
"Oh, come on Eliwood – I heard there were summer programme plays, so you can try and get into one this summer!"
"Really?" Eliwood's head came up, his blue eyes almost overflowing with tears. Hector got a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Yay! Maybe they'll be doing Hamlet – I'd make a great tragic Prince, I know it!"
"No, I really don't think you would Eliwood," Lyn said, looking across the room. "Heath, though – he might."
"Why Heath?" Eliwood asked.
"Because Raven just caught him kissing with Priscilla and is now beating the crap out of him," Lyn reported. "Everyone knows you can't be tragic until you've suffered enough."
"Oh. I guess you're right." Eliwood sighed and slumped his shoulders again. Hector and Lyn sighed and rolled their eyes upward as once again Ninian was left to the task of trying to cheer up her easily depressed lover.
"This is getting boring," Matthew grumbled as he joined the group. "I thought someone ordered pizza?"
"Sain was, I think," Lyn told him. "But knowing Sain, it never got ordered."
"SAIN!" Hector bellowed, spotting the man (?) in question.
"Ah, my good lord!" Sain greeted them as he wandered over. "And what wonder of beauty and delight do we have here? My lady, please allow me the pleasure of gazing upon your face, of comparing you to the moon – "
"Sain?" Lyn interrupted in a pleasant voice.
"Yes my lady?"
"Shut up."
"You wound me, my lady!" Sain exclaimed, overly dramatic, clutching both hands over his heart – if his heart was located on the right side of his body. Lyn groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Sain," Hector asked, pulling the mega-flirt's attention away from Lyn, "Did you order the pizzas?"
"Of course!" Sain said, the very picture of innocence. "I called them 45 minutes ago, before the play even ended!"
"Then where ARE they?" Matthew complained. "I'm hungry!"
"I thought I heard something by the back door earlier," Rebecca said, joining them. "It sounded like someone shrieking."
"Ms. Spencer's been doing that all night," Hector shrugged.
"W-ell, that is true," Rebecca conceded. "But you never know, right?"
Hector was about to protest when Lyn gave him the evil eye. With a sigh he turned and trudged for the back door, to see if someone had been there. He was surprised to see it open, and dozens of pizza boxes lying on the ground.
"Well, at least she was right," he said, then yelled over his shoulder, "PIZZAS HERE!"
The ensuing stampede was immediate.
After around twenty minutes of squabbling, arguing, and downright fighting over the pizzas and who got to eat what, the pizza was set out along the tables. The tables were quickly swarmed by the guys, and Serra, who stood behind Erk screeching at him to get her the biggest piece of pizza possible, and then beat him up when he lost the slice to Legault.
"Poor Erk," Hector commented as he happily munched away at his very own pizza. Lyn didn't answer, just glared at him, "What?" He asked her. She glared at him for a few more seconds, the growled and flounced away towards the tables where Fiora had gotten into a fight with Sain and was beating him senseless with an empty pizza box.
Legault and Isadora – who by now was wearing the pretty engagement ring Legault had bought her – were sitting on chairs together in the corner, surrounded by people who were happily chatting away.
Rebecca was having a hard time trying to get the guys to leave her alone, for as soon as she chased Wil away, Lowen would walk, literally, into her – probably totally by accident – and then try to strike up a conversation. Rebecca ended up spending half the night hiding in the darkest corner she could find, all to keep the guys away.
The noise level rose significatly as Lucius brought out the portable television set.
"What's that for?" Priscilla called.
"DUH!!" Lowen said, and was promptly set upon by Raven and Heath. The result was not pretty.
"We're going to watch the play!" Lucius said happily. "Someone was nice enough to tape it for us, so we get to watch it at our cast party!"
There was sudden silence as the reality of what Lucius has just said set in,
"I think my mother wants me home at 9," Erk said nervously. "We'd better be going then," he told Serra and tried to drag her out the door.
"Aw, Erky, I'd wanted to watch the play!" Serra pouted.
"Too bad, we're leaving NOW –"
"I WANT TO STAY AND WATCH IT!" Serra shrieked at the top of her lungs. Erk glared at her, but grumpily stopped and allowed her to skip back into the throng, dragging him with her. The expression on his face clearly read "why me?"
"Poor Erk," Leila said slipping under Matthew's arm. "He's going to be scarred for life."
"Regardless of if he ever gets out of her clutches or not," Matthew added.
Hector shuddered at the thought of someone having to go through life attached to Erk's side. "At least she's dropped the marriage thing for the time being."
"Yeah, but only until they both get out of high school," Matthew said, the others nodding into sympathetic agreement.
"Ok, I think that's got it," Lucius said, finishing setting up the TV. With a flourish he popped the tape in and turned on the television.
Red faced, Lucius almost ripped the tape out of the VCR, replacing it with the CORRECT tape to the laughter of others.
"I wonder how he got a porn tape," Hector said, casting a sideways glance at Matthew and Leila. Matthew whistled while Leila looked as innocent as she could. Hector's face split into a grin and he turned to watch the TV, which was now playing the last version of the play they had done that night. Slowly everyone settled down to watch, whether they wanted to or not.
"Hey, has anyone seen Rath or Guy?" Karla asked suddenly, looking around. There was silence, followed by a couple of hesitant "no…"s
"Yeah, I saw 'em," Matthew said. "They were with this creepy Goth girl, Bloody Mary or something. She kept hanging onto Guy's arm and going "my precccioussssss…" and Rath was just kinda dragged along on a leash. Why?"
Everyone relaxed as they realized there was nothing at all wrong with a crazed fan kidnapping two of their friends. People settled back down to watch the movie as Karla shrugged. "No reason."
"Hey, pass the popcorn," Hector called as everyone laughed at Lowen, once again, walking off the stage.
The temperature outside had dropped sharply from the earlier warmth offered by the sun. Lyn stretched and yawned. "What time is it?"
Matthew and Hector both moved to check their watches. "12:01," Matthew answered for her. Hector looked at his wrist quizzically.
"Where did my watch go?" Hector asked, searching the ground around him. Matthew and Leila traded guilty-looking glances, but said nothing, putting on innocent faces when Hector glared at them.
"Anyway, I think it's time for us to go home," Leila said, tugging lightly on Matthew's arm. "We're going to have to bum a ride from Legault or Erk."
"Let's go see if Legault can give us a ride," Matthew said, guiding her off. "It's a lot easier to deal with those two flirting than it is to put up with Serra shrieking Erk's ear off."
Hector rolled his eyes – something he seemed to do a lot of – as a car driving by him honked it's horn. Hector grinned and waved good-bye to Eliwood as he and Ninian left the parking lot, only to almost collide head-on with Lowen's car. Lyn, standing beside Hector, shook her head. "You'd think Eliwood would be able to drive better than Lowen, for goodness' sake."
Hector grinned. "This is Eliwood we're talking about. He doesn't think, let alone do anything else."
"Be nice, Hector!" Lyn chided, trying to hide a grin. "He's your friend!"
"Which gives me automatic license to mock him," Hector said, unlocking his car and opening the driver's door. "I think we'll go out the back way to try and avoid the idiots who don't know how to drive."
"I think that sounds like a very good idea," Lyn said, looking a little pale as she watched Legault's car pull out with a loud squeal.
Not far from the school was a hill that overlooked the city. At night, with all the buildings lit up from the inside, it was a wonderful view; a city of lights that stretched on forever, untouchable and beautiful. Wind blew across the hill, caressing the long grass and weaving between the two bodies that sat at the top of the hill watching the city lights below.
Jaffar kept very still as Nino lay against him. He was pretty sure she was asleep, but was unwilling to move from the hilltop with the risk of waking her. Gently, without too much movement, he draped his jacket over her to keep the worst of the chill off. She moved a little bit, then snuggled closer to him. He looked down at the top of her head for a while, a gentle look on his face. Tenderly he kissed the top of her head then looked back over the bright lights of the city.
Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning's light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name
Thank you to everyone who has read my story and/or reviewed. You are the reason I am still writing, and I cannot tell you what you're opinion has meant to me. ::bows:: Thank you once again, and see you next show!
:: Song: Anywhere by Evanescence::