Juliet is who?
Chapter Two: Feelings
A/N: Yes, yes, second chapter is out! I have decided to do this story in Sharpay AND Gabriella's POV. This should be interesting. Anyways, read, and enjoy!
Gabriella's POV
As soon as Mrs. Darbus said the words, "Romeo and Juliet," I started to get worried. Usually, most people would be ecstatic. They would say how it's a play, a true classic. And I agree. But this play also involves kissing. Which I am a little inexperienced in.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think boys have cooties, or anything, it's just that I'm shy. I also happen to have a crush on the hottest, most popular guy in school. That's right, Troy Bolton.
Nothing really happened between us after that almost-kiss. I am still absolutely seething with anger at Chad for interrupting Troy and I. And the worst part is, I can't even try to communicate to Troy that I like him. Between you and me, I cannot flirt. Who can, after not even having their first kiss? That's right, I, Gabriella Montez, am a kissing virgin at the ripe age of 16. It's not that I don't want to kiss certain boys, but I tend to get shy or get interrupted.
Which is why I'm not sure if I should audition. What if Sharpay and Troy get the leads? Then they would kiss! But if Troy and I got the leads, and we kissed, it would be awkward. What would happen to our friendship? I'm wondering these things as I head to my locker.
"Hey, Gabi, what do you think about the play?" Troy came up to my locker, leaning against the wall (A/N: You know, like how he does it in the movie! LOL!).
"Define think." I said, putting my stuff in my bag.
"I mean, what scene should we do at auditions? Unless," a horrified expression crossed his face, "Unless, you don't want to, which I can totally understand, you know, it's OK if you don't want to-"
I cut Troy off. "Troy, shut-up. Of course I want to audition. It's OK."
Troy relaxed. "Oh, right. Good. So, am I walking you home again?"
I grinned. Troy walked me home every day. "Of course you are. Who else would be muscular enough to carry my bags?" I teased, slightly squeezing his arm. I saw Troy eye's widen slightly at the contact. I know that look. It's the look he gets when a girl is flirting with him-and he likes it. Who knows? Maybe I am good at this flirting thing.
Troy snapped out of his reverie. "Oh, yeah, who else? No one is as buff as me." He said in a macho voice, flexing his muscles. I giggled. Stupid Troy.
"Well, come on, Macho Man, I can't be late today. My mom has to leave me instructions on how to bake the casserole before she goes to work the late shift." I said.
Troy opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, a high-pitched voice shrieked "Oh, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.
"Wow," said Troy, "I've never heard Sharpay scream so loud. I think she beat her old record."
"Yeah," I joked, "What do you think she won? A Tony Award?"
"Nah," said Troy, "Her mom probably just bought her some new shoes."
I laughed. That was probably it. "So, what were you going to say before Sharpay got her new shoes?"
"Oh," Troy replied, "Um, I was going to say… what was it? Oh, yeah! I was going to ask you if I could stay over for supper. I love your mom's casseroles, and we could practice."
I giggled. "Why do you even bother to ask? You know you're welcome to. And," I got an evil glint in my eye, "Even if you were unwelcome, you would probably bust down the door just to get to my mom's casserole!"
"Hey, hey," Troy held up his hands, "That's unfair! I come because you're my friend, too."
My heart lifted, then sank. I still have to remember that we are only friends, not more, which I want us to be, but that doesn't matter. If Troy doesn't like me, then there's o point.
"Yeah," I answered weakly, "You're my friend. But, yeah, I think you can come over, my mom won't mind."
Troy's face broke into a smile. "Great! I'll just tell my mom… my dad would just forget."
I laughed appreciatively. Troy's dad did have a tendency to forget things. "OK. Do you need to use my phone, or do you have yours?"
"I have to use yours, my phone's at home." I sighed. Troy forgot his phone at home at least three times a week.
"Here," I said, handing it to him. "Don't be too long."
Troy rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, I always stay on the phone with my mom for, like, an hour." He dialed the number.
"Hello?" he said into the phone, "Is Emma Bolton there… No, not Ella Bolton, Emma… OK, I'll hold." He put his hand over the mouthpiece. "They put me on hold." He whispered.
"No, really?" I said sarcastically. "I didn't know."
Troy opened his mouth to reply, but I guess his mom got on the phone. "Hi, mom? It's Troy… I know that you know your own son's name; I'm just making sure… Never mind! Can I go to Gabi's house for supper? Yes," he sighed, "Her mom made casserole… I'll stay after to do a bit of practicing for the play our school's doing. OK, I'll be home by nine. Bye!" He rolled his eyes. "I love you too, mom. Bye!" He pressed the off button, and handed me back my phone.
"So, I gather you can come?" I said, stowing my phone away in my purse.
"Yep, but I have to be home by nine. So let's get cracking!" He said, grabbing my backpack, and rolling it on the ground.
"Hey, wait for me! We are going to my house!" I said, running after him.
ILOVERYAN-ILOVERYAN-ILOVERYAN
After my mom's delicious casserole, we decided to start practicing.
"OK," I said when we got to my room, "What scene should we do?"
"I don't know," said Troy, "Darbus might want us to do a popular scene, just to see all of our acting talents compared to each other."
I thought about it. "True. In that case, how about we do the scene on the balcony? You can climb down my balcony again, and I'll talk to you from up here."
Troy grimaced. "That sounds like a good idea, except for the part where I go down to the ground. How about we practice it in your room for now?"
I grinned. "OK, I guess so. If we have to."
"Perfect. Now, where are the scripts? Ah," Troy said, rummaging in my bag, "Here they are!"
As Troy and I started to practice, I felt myself slowly becoming Juliet. And in that part of me, Troy was my lover. But, in real life, Troy is my friend. Man, I am so confused and frustrated!
I know that I have the ability to play Juliet, but I don't know if my feelings can hold out much more.
A/N: Yes, my second chapter is done! Finally! Remember, I love reviews! Please leave one!
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