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Love Story by Cara Mascara
Act I: Scene II
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd and say hello.
Little did I know
Most people would be completely engrossed in the firefly lights surrounding the trees, the ribbons and expensive floral arrangements decorating the pavilion. Or how about the Gucci dresses and Armani tuxedos? But no, typical me is instead gushing over a group of rowdy teenage boys who definitely don't belong here.
Two looked around my age, two looked a bit older. And how lucky, they were all pretty good looking! Not that I'm even allowed to have a boyfriend, but it's nice to pretend. I know, I just turned sixteen and I'm still not allowed to have a boyfriend. How pathetic. But my father's always enjoyed running my life for me, so why should my relationship status be any exception?
"Hey, they're looking over here. Oh, they're kinda cute," Tina pointed out, discretely peeking through a sheet of her hair. I peered over my shoulder and giggled, quickly turning around when I saw what she'd said was indeed true. The two older looking ones, both brunettes, one with green frosted in his hair, were whispering to each other, or what looked like it anyway, and gesturing in our direction.
I heard a bark of laughter and peeked over again, finding the brunette without the green making his way closer to the ground beneath the balcony we were on.
He was good looking. Particularly good looking actually. He had dark eyes and hair, pulled into a surprisingly neat, wavy ponytail. He looked fit and on the taller side, around six feet maybe. He was underdressed for the formal occasion, but he looked appealing still, much more so than these name-brand whores in attendance. He looked real.
As he got closer, I got a better look at his face. A bit of facial hair framed his jaw and his nose reminded me of a little ski-slope. How cute! But what captivated me was his smile; dimpled and at first glance, innocent, but upon closer inspection, there was a hidden smirk of mischief in there tucked away in the corner.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." His three friends laughed openly, but he tried not to, poorly. The smile crept onto his face again in seconds and he put his fist to his mouth to stifle his laughter before one of the blondes shoved him.
I spun around and whispered to Tina excitedly. "How does she know my name?!" She shook her head and flicked the back of my blonde covered scalp.
"You really are blonde, eh? He only said it cause you're on a balcony." My cheeks heated a little and I laughed awkwardly. I knew that.
"Hey, what's your name?" my Romeo yelled from below, cupping his hands around his mouth to ensure he was louder than the nearby music. I grinned and leaned back over the balcony.
"What's yours?" I mimicked, a sly smile curling onto my lips.
"Nah, I asked first!" I pursed my lips and turned to Tina, silently asking if she thought I should give this stranger my name. A simple hand gesture and a nod of her head was all the reassurance I needed.
"It's Juliet!" I laughed down at him, seeing to two blondes and the green-tipped brunette shamelessly trying to pick up some girls who I doubt would ever give them the time of day.
"Liar," he called me out, shaking his head.
"I'm not. I swear it is! Ask her," I replied, pointing at Tina. She just nodded down with a smirk on her face and the brunette raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Well hell. Good guess, right?" I nodded eagerly.
"Your turn." He opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by one of the blondes.
"Matt!" my Romeo turned to look at his friend. So his name is Matt. "We gotta get outta here. That girl called security or the cops or somethin'," the blonde continued, pointing over to a group of the unhappy looking snobs I knew by name. Upon closer inspection, I saw he had faded streaks of orange in his hair. Interesting. I really hope they didn't think they were blending in here...
"What'd you guys do?" Matt asked, a serious tone overcoming his voice.
"Shan got grabby," the one with green in his hair commented, jutting his finger to the blonde, who hadn't joined into this hurried conversation, with thick black lowlights in his hair. Matt looked up at me, a disappointed look on his face.
"Quick, give him your number," Tina hissed, shoving an old receipt and pen into my hands. I quickly scribbled the seven digits down and crumpled the receipt into a ball.
"Let's go man," one of them urged before I looked back over the balcony.
"Hey Matt!" I called, making him turn and bring his full attention back to me. I liked the way he looked at me. "Here." I tossed the ball of paper down and he managed to dart towards it in time and catch it between his palms.
He unfolded the crumpled paper and his eyes scanned over it before casting back up towards me. "This better be real." He offered me another dimpled grin and then ran off after his friends.