A/N: Hi! Well, I'm back. School has started here in the Philippines and man, it's the worst! Whoever thought of studying Chemistry, Physics, Statistics, and a bunch of other subjects in one day! Writing fanfiction is a really good stress buster, though, so it's cool.
Thanks for the reviews, you guys! I love the Randy-Stacy pairing as much as you guys do, and I really felt bad when their storyline was ended. But I do think there's a chance for it to be started again because of the way Randy looked after he gave her the RKO. He was still concerned, right!
Yeah, I know how difficult memorizing lines can be. In our school, we write our own scripts for our plays, and memorizing them can be very hard! Memorizing stuff made by guys like Shakespeare is even harder!
Umm… about the question about whether Randy and Stacy will be together in this fic… well… I love RandyXStacy, and it's a fic about them, so… … … hehehe
I'm using a poem here. It's not mine. It's by Christopher Marlowe, from a long time ago. My OC's here, too.
I guess I'm rambling here, so I'll just give you guys the fic...
Chapter 3
A bunch of days later, in English class…
It was a perfect day for some. Just the right amount of clouds… just enough sun… and a heck of a nice breeze. And the view by the window was just perfect. For some, anyway.
Randy Orton, whose seat was by the window, ignored the view outside. The view inside was much more interesting: Stacy Keibler, just a few seats away.
"Class!" Miss Zemanov called for attention. "Isn't this day just beautiful! Beautiful enough to inspire you to come out with some darling verses, perhaps?"
The class groaned.
The teacher gave out an airy girlish giggle. "Of course I can't make you suffer on a day such as this, can't I?" She handed the people in front stacks of pink specialty paper. "Take on and pass to the back, sweethearts… I figured we'd rather read a simply lovely poem today…"
Randy scanned the piece of paper in his hand: The Passionate Shepherd to his Love by Christopher Marlowe. I should have thought. Love poem. Sheesh. She printed it on that stupid pink paper with the sickly-sweet smell, too.
"Now let's get started…" Miss Zemanov's eyes roamed the class until they fell on a boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and a dimpled chin. She noticed most of her female students usually swooned over him, too. "Mr. Orton, you may have the pleasure of reading the whole poem out loud to the class."
"Huh?" Randy stood up, looking at the shiny pink paper in his hand. Pleasure? Like reading a dorky love poem out loud is any fun…Then he remembered Stacy. Yeah… this might be fun…
He cleared his throat. "Ahem. The Passionate Shepherd…" he gestured towards himself, "To his Love." He looked at Stacy and smiled. "By Christopher Marlowe."
Hoots and snickers fell into the room. Randy held up a hand to silence them.
"Come live with me, and be my love; (he held out an inviting arm in Stacy's direction. She glared at him.)
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields
Woods or steepy mountain yields. (He turned a little and swept his arm theatrically across the view outside.)
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"Oooh... Stacy…" Christy Hemme reached over and poked her friend teasingly.
"Shut up! Can't you see how corny he's being?"
"He just likes you so much!" Christy giggled.
Stacy rolled her eyes.
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"And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals. (Some guys began to chirp in high-pitched voices)
"And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
"A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
"A belt of straw and ivy-buds
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
"The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing (Now the guys began singing with hillbilly accents…)
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love."
Randy finished the poem by extending his arm out to Stacy and sweeping into a low bow.
"Whoo!" several people cheered. "RKO!" The others began teasing Stacy. "She's blushing!" "Don't be shy, Stace..."
"Hey!" Randy shouted above the din. "Get off my love's back!" This made the room even noisier as cheers broke out again.
"RKO! SMK!"
"Class! Class!" the teacher banged on her table with a vase. "Settle down…" and to everybody's delight, she was rather red in the face and tears were in her eyes. "Astounding, Mr. Orton! Bravo!" she sniffled a little. "That poem so charmed me in my youth, but it is your rendition that touches me so!"
She wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. "Now, now, let us talk about that poem. I'm sure none of you had a problem with it…"
"Yeah, right," Stacy thought.
"Oh! Miss Keibler!" Miss Zemanov turned to Stacy happily. "Tell us! What feelings did the poem invoke? After all, he did dedicate the poem to you."
Stacy ignored her."
"Oh, my dear!" the teacher ran to Stacy's desk and began stroking her long blond hair. "No need to be shy! After all, high school is the time –the perfect time! - for young love!"
"My God…" Stacy thought. "Please make me disappear…"
The snickers were on again.
"Silence!" Miss Zemanov called out cheerfully. "Now, let's hear Miss Keibler's reaction, shall we?"
It was the corniest, cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my life. Passionate Shepherd! Him? He doesn't even know how to water a blade of grass to save his own life! Actually he was sort of cute… What! Stacy was amazed at her own thoughts. What was up with that!
"Miss Keibler!"
"Oh!" She'd been spacing out. "Ummm… aahh..."
The bell rang.
"How untimely!" Miss Zemanov looked very disappointed. "Well, sweetheart, let's save it for tomorrow, shall we?"
Stacy grabbed her books and ran out of the room.
End of chapter.
A/N: Well? How did you like Miss Zemanov? I picked her name off a book I'd read, and she's going to be around until the next chappie… I had fun with this chapter 'because this kind of scene is one of my favorites. Having the guy go after the girl is good for stories, because if they do end up together, they've got a reason for staying together, and if you make them break up or something, you've got a whole lot of "memories" to choose from when you want them to feel sad. That, and a whole lot more reasons.
Chapter Four: Stacy goes through the aftermath of Randy's performance, which has spread across campus. And what is she going to say when asked for her reaction in English class! And again, Randy does something for Stacy. Something she didn't expect he'd do, and she doesn't know just what made him do it.
She's more confused, people… that means she'll be seeing the light soon… nyehehehe
So see ya!