A rose by any other name

Author's note: Sorry I'm taking so long with the updates in my stories but my computer shut down and I had to start from scratch. Sorry for the inconvenience

Ryanna; 18, Trunks; 18, Kankton; 17 almost 18, Pan; 17 almost 18, Goten; 18

Chapter 7: Simple flirt

"Okay everybody listen up, I want to run the Verona streets scene with Mercutio, Tybalt, and Romeo. Ladies you can take a seat or run your lines if you please." The director looks back stage as some of the actors and actresses were getting fitted into their costumes. "Where's my Juliet?" "She's in Humiliation City." a few giggles erupted as Ryanna's voice came from behind a stage platform. "Well she needs to get out of it and over here so I can see her costume."

Ryanna's head stuck out wearing a frown. "Why couldn't Juliet be a simple tomboy and not wear dresses period." The director rolled his eyes. "It's set in historic Italy. Women didn't wear pants." "I know that I was being sarcastic. Sheesh." Trunks looked up from his area to see Ryanna. "He smirked at her. "Don't be so shy babe. Come on out." Ryanna glared at Trunks. "Shut your trap Romeo or you'll be drinking that poison ahead of schedule." Trunks just smiled at her.

The head costume director pushed Ryanna from behind making her appear in front of everyone. She wore a scarlet fitting renaissance dress. It was embroidered with gold trimmings all around the vest area and was made of cheap velvet. "I look ridiculous." She said folding her arms. The top half was snuggly fit and made her breasts perk out. Crossing her arms only made it worse. Trunks smirked at her. "It looks fine to me." He said smirking. "Then why don't you wear it?" Trunks shook his head. "It would ruin my figure. Besides it suits you so."

Julie Gibbons {*cough*miss bitch*cough*} smirked as well. "You could always quit and give the part to me." Ryanna glared at her. "I'm not that desperate. *sigh* Fine I'll wear it." She looks at the director. "Where do you want me?" "Just relax for right now. Trunks, Josh, Brandon, get up here." The three boys came up and took their plastic swords. Meanwhile Ryanna sat down next to Pan who had already been fitted into her dress. Hers was a green version of Ryanna's, with had red embroidery. "Chill Riley, things are cool." "I know but this just isn't my type of style. Maybe if it was black I'd prefer it."

Pan chuckled and watched as Trunks {Romeo} chased after Brandon {Tybalt} and began sword fighting. Ryanna leaned in her ear. "Told you so." She received a giggle from Pan.

TRUNKS

I do protest, I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

BRANDON

O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
Alla stoccata carries it away.

Draws

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

BRANDON

What wouldst thou have with me?

JOSH

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

BRANDON

I am for you.

Drawing

TRUNKS

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

JOSH

Come, sir, your passado.

They fight

TRUNKS

Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

BRANDON under Romeo's arm stabs JOSH, and flies with his followers

Ryanna and Pan crack up as Josh over acts and falls off the stage. "Shit that was funny!" Ryanna held her sides. Josh turns on his side and grins cheekily. "How's that for acting?" Everyone in the theatre gave off some sort of chuckle. Trunks shook his head and adjusted the sleeves on his loose fitting shirt. The director sighed. "Okay, um Ryanna why don't you and Trunks do a scene?" Ryanna shrugged and got on stage with her long dress. Both of them climbed up the staircase to Juliet's window. The director gave them the go ahead and they began the scene.

RYANNA

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

TRUNKS

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

RYANNA

Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.

TRUNKS

Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;

Trunks runs a hand through Ryanna's silk-like hair.

Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

RYANNA

Blushes slightly from Trunks' contact.

It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us:
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O, now I would they had changed voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

TRUNKS

More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

Gives Ryanna a slight kiss on the cheek and departures down the balcony.

Everybody claps except for Julie {DUH!}. Ryanna stands there a little dazed after the kiss. She looks at Trunks who winks at her. The frown returned to her face.

Sorry that took a little longer than expected. I hope you're enjoying so far! R&R!