A/N: Hey guys! I wanna thank every one for the reviews. It might be a long wait for the next update because I have writers block. To help send me ideas about what u want to happen! I might a new charrie.

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Chapter Four

Practice Makes Perfect, Right?

Chris glared at Sean and looked at me. I knew I was hypervenilating. I must be. I must be asleep to. That's it. I feel asleep in class. Any moment now I would get awaken by Mrs. Kwan and forced to read one of my poems.

"Excuse me?" Sean asked.

"Sean you will play Romeo and Emma will play Juliet. And no switching roles. Now I want you to quietly read threw your lines." Mrs. Kwan walked over to her desk and handed out our lines. After she finsished she walked to her desk and started grading papers. I looked over at Sean who was looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around. I smiled at the part was open on my desk. The kiss.

Sean was literally jumping for joy when he left the school. He would be able to kiss Emma again. Tomorrow they had practice in groups. He couldn't wait.

"Mom, I'm home!" Emma shouted walking threw the front door. No answer. "Mom?" Still no answer. She walked over to her fridge where there was a note. Emma- Went to ER with Snake again. Jack with Catlin. -Mom. Emma sighed and put her book bag on the couch and kicked her shoes off. She smiled. She just couldn't stop. "It's wrong though..." she muttered but still didn't care. She jumped up on her couch, turned the stero on and jumped to the beat of "Why Not" by Hilary Duff.

"Sean your group is Emma and Jt. Jt no goofing off either. Just pick up from the death of Paris." Mrs. Kwan said the next day.

"That's not fair. I don't have any lines! I'm dead!" Jt exclaimed. Mrs. Kwan smiled and shook her head. Sean and Emma moved to the table they were assigned too and sat down. They couldn't speak or look at each other.

"Now I want you to practice your lines and motions. Don't be shy!" She started walking around.

"I'll make this easy." Jt said and fell to the floor pretending to be dead. Sean picked up his paper and began to read:

"How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!" He pretended to drink. "O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die." He pretended to die on the floor.

(A/N: Deal with me. I shortened it because I don't want to type it all out)

Emma knealed by Sean. Taking a deep breath she began to read. "What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative." She slowly leaned in. All the class was watching now. Closer and closer.

The bell rang. The kids filed out and Emma pulled back. Chris looked at her and left. "Emma Sean I want you to stay here and practice. I have a meeting but I'll be back in a few mintues." Mrs. Kwan left, closing the door.

"I guess we pick up where we left off?" Emma suggested. Sean nodded and laid back down. Emma kissed him a little but he responded and grabbed her hands. The kiss deepened very much and soon they were making out.