Disclaimer: I do not own CoTT, its characters etc...Oh and dreams don't count, you can't sue me for that!

A/N: Well, based on the poll results, I decided (after a very long time! I know!) to make a short-ish story out of it. Thank you SOOOOOO much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, without your encouragement I wouldnt't be continuing this. Also, thank you UBER much to Ruby, my wonderful beta/friend/writing partner! You, my dear, are AWESOME!

Enjoy! Reviewers will be loved!

"Now. Repeat. After. Me." Atlanta ordered, with a sharp staccato enunciation.

She turned to the purple haired adolescent standing in front of her, his eyebrows were brushstrokes of disbelief, while his mouth seemed set in a permanent smirk. In order to avoid the rest of the student body discovering their rehearsals, the two were in Gods' library. Luckily, none of their group seemed present to witness their dramatic attempts at Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". Archie leant against a shelf, his arms crossed, eyes rolling. The library was relatively dim, but Atlanta did not miss his demonstration of carelessness.

Atlanta glared at him, the red spikes of her hair seemed to flicker like flames.

"I DON'T want to fail this, Archie…or should I say, Archibald?"

"Never call me that again. Ever." Archie whispered, his voice dark and measured. Jumping out of his blasé position, he began circling one of the tables, his eyes cast towards the ground. Slumping into one of the random chairs around the table, he rubbed his eyes with one hand, and gestured for Atlanta to continue with the other.

Walking forward, Atlanta nodded and turned her gaze back to the script. Scanning the page, she zoomed towards him once she was triumphant in locating the correct line. With a miniature sense of victory, she jumped, virtually landing into one of the seats.

"Ok," she began "This is the line, are you ready?"

Archie stared at her for a split second. He examined the intensity that seemed to burn inside her irises. He saw the frantic success she experienced locating lines on the script. Why is SHE so into this? He wondered, twisting his mouth in thought.

"Archie, pay attention! And what are you looking at?" Atlanta questioned, interrupting his mental daze. The male teenager barely registered what she had said. He did, however, register the well-thrown punch into his arm, where his muscles received a relatively unexpected twinge of pain.

"Seriously, Atlanta, what was that for?" he asked, rubbing his arm.

"Honestly, Archie…I'm over this! I don't want to fail, but if you're just going to be an idiot about the whole thing, I think I may just have to ask Mrs. Lawrence for a new partner!" she shrieked rather girlishly. She paused for a moment, her eyes wide as she very nearly covered her mouth. Of course, any shame was avoided by crossing her arms, and standing rigidly in front of him, counteracting the femininity of the argument she'd just presented.

"A'right, jeez! Ok, ok…let's rehearse." Archie agreed quickly, his voice dulling gradually. She searched his face for any signs of insincerity, but all she noticed was him scratching his head in puzzlement, as he stared her disarmingly.

"Good!" Atlanta concluded, her heart thumping like the earth during a stampede.

Archie nodded, exhaling heavily. He still maintained Shakespeare was stupid, in spite of the fact that it meant he spent extra time with Atlanta. The other day, he had been watching Theresa and Jay rehearsing their play, for their English class. They were doing Oscar Wilde's "The Importance of Being Earnest"…Why couldn't he have been as lucky. Now that was a good play, one with clever dialogue, witty plotline and excellent characters.

"Ok, Arch, here's your line," Atlanta began, her strong voice interrupting the mental montage of Jay attempting speak like an aristocratic Brit, that had been running through Archie's head. He did so enjoy watching their rehearsals. Just as well that they weren't there for his…

"Right," Archie replied, genuinely attempting to pay attention.

Atlanta's gaze darted around the library, avoiding Archie's eyes, as she cleared her throat. Holding the script up, in a shield-like manner, she read.

"Oh! What light through yonder window breaks!"

Glancing at him with raised eyebrows, she threw him a miniature nod, signaling for him to read the line. Groaning inwardly, Archie began, imitating her very tones:

"Oh! What a load of—"

"ARCHIE."

"Sorry! Sorry!" he answered, his grin betraying him.

"I've had just about enough…just because you won't learn your lines, doesn't mean I can't learn mine! Why am I wasting my time hand-holding you with yours? ARGGHH, That's it, I'm asking Odie to help me!"

Drama Queen moment to the MAX! Archie thought, as he watched Atlanta try to storm out of the library, a feat which was ruined by the fact that she dropped the pages of the script, and thus had to scramble to collect them all, before she resumed her 'storming'.

Either she's been spending too much time with Theresa…or Shakespeare's gone to her head, he mentally decided. Crossing his arms and placing his feet on the edge of the table, Archie sat in the silence of the library for several minutes.

"Oh honey, you're no clearly no Romeo…why don't you just let her find another partner? It would make it SO much easier on both of you." chimed a musical voice. Archie swung his legs from the table, and sat up, his eyes searching the library. Reaching into his pocket, he gripped his whip.

"Who are you and…uh…where are you?" Archie yelled, his voice echoing in the library.

There was no response. Clinging cautiously to his whip, Archie changed his stance, solidifying his position into one of attack. "I'm serious…this is not a game, so you know, show…Show yourself!" he ordered, hoping his vocals weren't as shaky as they felt. Had everyone else been present, he would have felt differently, but being alone in a library while a mystery voice, albeit a very pretty one, spoke to you, was a little bit 'Gaston Leroux's "Phantom of the Opera"'. Another great title, Archie thought, mid-attack plan.

"Oh calm down, sweetie!" the voice rang again "If you're so eager to see me, you'll have to try a little harder than that!"

Archie's jaw tightened. He let go of his whip, having determined no real threat. Swallowing the accumulation of spit that had somehow built up in his mouth, unbeknownst to him, he stared at the ceiling. It was a natural instinct, whenever one hears mysterious voices that do not appear, staring at the ceiling in hope of finding them felt somewhat normal.

"Oh, darling…don't be discouraged! It's nothing against you, really, but seeing as you cannot stand Shakespeare and you're standing in her way, it would be much simpler for you to step down, no?" the voice rang again. It was a beautiful voice, feminine and lilting. For a moment all Archie could do was count the echoes as they faded. Shaking his head in realization, agitation reentered his hands. Forming clenched fists, Archie jumped on to the table.

"I mean it…show yourself." He commanded. The voice sighed, resounding beautifully even with the library's poor acoustics.

"Alright," she said, her voice soothing and melodious "I will."

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