So, I actually did update twice tonight, and relatively on time too.
Hope you enjoy guys, see you tomorrow!
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His wig was itchy and his skirts were hot but Lawrence Bluewer was a Prefect of this school and he was going to make this play work goddamn it!
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious."
Edward stepped onto the stage, talking, his voice was soft, but clear and carried across the room, unlike Bluewer who felt ridiculous playing Juliet, Edward looked fantastic as Romeo, the practice was going smoothly, everything was going well...
There was a huge crash offstage and they both heard Cheslock's voice yell "my bad!"
Bluewer and Edward both sighed, "let's pack up for the day, we're not going to get anything else done here," said Bluewer.
Edward nodded and Lawrence turned to get off the fake balcony they'd constructed only to remember that Greenhill and Redmond had already begun taking it apart, his way down was now blocked.
Seeing the issue, Edward motioned to him, "jump."
Without a second's hesitation Bluewer jumped off the balcony and Edward caught him, bridal-style, Edward would always catch him when he fell, Lawrence knew.
After Edward set him back on his feet Bluewer brushed a lock of hair off his face with an impatient hand.
Edward reached out and trailed his fingers over his boyfriend's cheekbone, "O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!" He quoted softly.
Lawrence smiled at him, his boyfriend knew all the lines to Romeo and Juliet before they even started that stupid play, he'd never admit it but Edward Midford was a hopeless romantic.
As they walked off together, the backs of their hands subtly brushing, Bluewer knew their story wouldn't be anything like Romeo and Juliet's.
Their story would have a happy ending.
Done! Hope you liked it guys!