"These doors are locked too," Trowa called to Quatre, trying one final time at the side stage doors.
"You'd think that they'd have emergency exits in here. Why in the world would they have doors locked from the inside?" Quatre sighed, slumping into his seat.
"Well, this building has been here for a long time. I guess they just never changed it."
"Well they should. It's a safety hazard."
Trowa took a seat next to Quatre. "And the fact that there aren't any phones in here make even more hazardous."
Quatre sighed again. "What're we gonna do? What if no one finds us?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Quatre. Heero and Duo will notice that we're gone and they'll probably search for us. And Ralph knows that we were here so he'll probably figure that the doors were locked and that we're still here."
The blonde looked up at his friend. "I hope you're right. I'm glad that you're with me even under such crummy circumstances."
Trowa simply chuckled.
The two sat in silence for a good ten minutes before Quatre shot up from his seat, causing Trowa to jump from the sudden movement. The blonde looked at Trowa, a grin forming on his face.
"What?" Trowa asked, curious as to what's running through his friend's mind.
"I've got an idea. Something that'll make the time pass faster."
"And that is..?"
Quatre walked passed the brunette, down the aisle, hopped onto the stage, and disappeared behind the right stage curtain.
"Quatre?" Trowa stood from his seat, about to follow the other.
"Well, while looking over here for an exit or a phone, I spotted this." He appeared from behind the curtain, dragging a huge wooden trunk.
"What is it?" Trowa looked at the trunk with suspicion before hopping on stage.
Quatre threw the lid open, grinning. Inside were many pieces of fabric in many different colors. "Costumes!" Trowa gave Quatre a look of puzzlement. "I figured that to kill time, we could, you know, dress up and act out our favorite scenes out of different movies and junk." The blonde squatted down and began rummaging through the trunk.
"Quatre, I don't think-" But before he could finish his sentence, Quatre had plopped a Robin Hood hat onto his head.
"Come on, Trowa. It's not like anyone's here to make fun of you, other than me, of course." Quatre chuckled.
Trowa sighed in defeat. "Where's my bow and arrow?"
"Yay!" Quatre cheered. He ran off behind the curtain again and came back out with the plastic prop in hand. He gave the prop to "Robin" with a smirk.
"What now?"
"You're missing something."
Figuring out where Quatre's thought led, Trowa shook his head. "No way, Quatre. There's no way."
"But Trowa, you can't be Robin Hood without them."
"I'll put on the hat and I'll dance around like a chicken if you ask it of me but there's no way you're going to get me into tights."
"Wanna bet..?"
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The two friends spent the next two hours putting on different costumes and playing with all sorts of props. Sure, their acting was short of terrible and their memories weren't very sharp on what the lines were but it was all in fun. Quatre eventually did get Trowa into those tights and even got him to wear a dress. But in exchange, Quatre himself had to wear tights as well and a maid's outfit, much to Trowa's hidden delight.
They made spoofs of Robin Hood, Star Wars, Cinderella, Grease, and even Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.
And of course, what night of costume play would be complete without Romeo and Juliet? Both boys were currently dressed in tights once again, Trowa in black, Quatre in blue.
"Dost thou bite your thumb at me, sir?" Quatre said, plastic sword in hand.
"No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, but I do bite my thumb." Trowa smirked.
"Umm…what comes after that?" Quatre asked.
Trowa shrugged. "Just make it up. We've been doing that all night, so you might as well continue on."
"Right. Well then, on guard!" Quatre took a fencing stance, ready to attack his friend.
Trowa responded by following suit and soon, the two friends were fencing. Once or twice, they accidentally smacked each other's hand with sword calling apologies before returning to the fight. But with one final lunge and a blow to the stomach, Trowa came out the victor.
"Gasp! You got me…" Quatre shuffled backwards before collapsing on the stage. "Oh! It hurts. Romeo, my best friend, I was killed under your arm…and stuff…"
Trowa, changing roles, dropped his sword and hurried to "Mercutio's" side. "Oh Mercutio, my very best friend. The fault is mine. How could I let this happen?" Trowa leaned over the dying Quatre who was sprawled on the floor.
"Nay, do not blame thyself." Quatre giggled. "I was clumsy. And stupid."
"Screw Juliet. I'd rather have you by my side…" Trowa trailed off, realizing how real those words were. "Forever…"
Quatre chuckled and looked into Trowa's eyes. "Really?"
"Course…I love you, Mercutio."
"I love you, too…Trowa."
Trowa startled in hearing his name, not expecting it. Then, Quatre slowly took Trowa's face in his hands and brought his lips up to meet the other's. Trowa getting over his initial shock, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.
Time froze and all they could think was 'oh my gosh, is this really happening? Please tell me this isn't a dream…' But soon, all thoughts drifted away and all they knew was each other.
Because of the lack of oxygen, Quatre pulled back, inhaling deeply, and stared intently into Trowa's eyes searching for the answer to the unspoken question.
Trowa bent down and gently kissed Quatre again, briefly. "I love you, Quatre."
Quatre sighed and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck. "I love you, too, Trowa. I tried to tell you last night, right before that noise came from Heero and Duo's room."
"I tried to tell you at the coffee shop, but then that baby…" Trowa sighed, and began to nuzzle Quatre's cheek. "I'm glad you know now."
Quatre sighed in content. "Me too."
Their lips met again in a gentle kiss. Relief and happiness surged through their bodies as love swept over their hearts.
Suddenly, the sound of applause, cheering and whistling broke the newly formed couple up. They both looked up at the balcony to see Heero, Duo, Wufei, Sally, Relena, Dorothy, Ralph, and Hilde smiling down at them.
"Show us some skin!" Duo called.
Quatre blushed as Trowa stood and helped the blonde up.
"That was so sweet, I think I'm gonna cry." Relena said, swiping her eyes.
"We already are!" Dorothy and Hilde smiled.
"You guys planned this?" Trowa called to the group.
"And a wonderful plan it was!" Sally cheered. "You two finally admitted your feelings for each other!"
Trowa looked back at Quatre who was trying to hide behind the taller boy. Trowa took his love into his arms and held him close. "It was a wonderful plan, wasn't it?"
Quatre smiled and wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist and laid his head against the brunette's shoulder. "Yes it was."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters or Romeo or Mercutio or Juliet and stuff.
For all you Romeo and Juliet lovers out there: I'M SORRY!! It was just a spoof. And...oh! I know that this is a short chapter but I'm suffering from the harshness of writer's block and I sat down and dang near forced myself to continue. At last! What you've all been waiting for. You can all return to your shells. That is...unless you wanna know the meaning of the title other than the ring. O_o...kinda makes you think...
Thanks to all readers and all reviewers for putting up with the wait. I'M SORRY!
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Nearly three months, this chapter has been up and it's only now that I realize it was Mercutio that was Romeo's best friend and Tybalt was Juliet's cousin. Hehe.