Disclaimer- I only own the plot, which disappointingly enough I am not making any money off of.
A/N- Forgive me if I accidentally butcher Shakespeare. I mean no harm.
A/N- A special thank you to imakeladrygirl, who pointed out a glitch with the names. It has been fixed.
"God speed fair Helena! whither away?" Vivian's nasally voice flowed across the theatre.
"Call you me fair? that fair again loves your fair: O happy fair!Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet airMore tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds is catching: O, were favour so,Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet the world mine, Demetrius being bated,The rest I'd give to be to you translated.O, teach me how you look, and with what artYou sway the motion of Demetrius' heart." I answered in fake despair.
"I frown upon him, yet he loves me still." she answered.
"O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!" I turned away from her to look into the audience.
"I give him curses, yet he gives me love."
Ricky was standing in the left wing of the stage, grinning at me. I rolled my eyes at him. Vivian and I had been reading lines for twenty minutes with the rest of the crew watching us with slightly bored expressions.
I must say, Helena was one pitiful little puppy. Most of her lines are spent fawning over Demetrius, who won't give her the time of day. Here she is, now, talking to Hermia about how Demetrius loves her instead. The girl just couldn't take a clue.
I don't see how anyone could think it was worth it, this whole love thing. Look what it made this girl do. She ends up traipsing about the forest following a man who hates her and loves her friend. I don't see the appeal.
"Enough! Good! Get off the stage." Mr. Guyner called out, and replaced us with three other actors.
Ricky followed me off the stage and over to my bag while Vivian traipsed off to find Kit.
"Not bad for a new-be." Ricky said, leaning against the wall and smirking at me.
"Gee, thanks" I turned my back on him and gulped down the contents of my water bottle. Running lines for twenty minutes straight can leave a girl parched.
I looked over to the other side of the theatre where Vivian had found Kit and was now standing annoyingly close to him and repeatedly swinging her hair around. I can see why there were rumors of her being easy.
"Listen, a bunch of us are going out to dinner on Friday. You in?" Ricky came around to stand in front of me again, giving me no choose but to look at him.
There was something about the mischievous look on his face that made me a bit suspicious. I hadn't heard of any outing between the cast and crew members.
"Who exactly, does a 'bunch of us' consist of?" I asked in my best 'tell the truth' tone.
"You and me, of course." he said with a grin, "The only people who matter."
I snorted, "Yeah, I don't think so but thanks."
"Why not?" he persisted, "It'll be fun. We can go to that new French restaurant and see a movie or something."
I opened my mouth to deny the offer and maybe offer some sort of excuse for why I simply couldn't go (something along the lines of 'sorry, but I have to wash my hair) when a loud shriek sounded directly behind my left ear.
Oh, lord. I think my ears may be bleeding. Lets hope I listened more out of the right one any way, cause I'm pretty sure the left one's a goner.
"That sounds like such fun!" an annoyingly familiar voice sounded from behind me.
I turned around to face Vivian, with a grimace I hope I covered well enough. Either which way I don't think anybody noticed.
Vivian was fluttering her hands excitedly, giving her an appearance remarkably akin to that of a small bird attempting flight. Kit was standing behind her, shooting a pretty hostile look towards Ricky. Hmmm, maybe he thinks he's after Vivian.
"We should all go together!" Vivian's voice cut into my musings.
"Wait, what?" I voiced, but nobody could hear me over her.
"It'll be like a double date! Nita and Ricky, and me and Kit." she said excitedly, "Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Kit was looking like somebody had just hit him over the head with a brick, Ricky was looking smug (He obviously thought he had me in a position I couldn't say no to. He's about to be sorely disappointed), Vivian was looking as if she had just discovered the cure for cancer, and if I looked at all like how I felt than I'm sure I wore a confused and aghast expression.
There was no way at all that was going top happen. I would rather have tea with the lone power than spend an evening being hit on by the prom king and having to listen to Vivian prattle on about the new cheerleading uniform in her high pitched, nasally voice.
I opened my mouth to refuse the offer of a date for the third time in ten minutes when Kit sent me a message via mind touch (A/N I have no clue as to what they actually call it.).
Say yes.
Kit must have been breathing in the glue from art class if he thought that I was going to do this. I'm already in this damn play because of him, what more does he want from me?
I told him this, No way! I'm already doing this stupid play for you, how you get Vivian to go on a date with you is your own issue from here on out.
Please, he begged, She'll never agree to go out with me any other way. This is perfect.
Get your own dates!!! I have no desire to go on a date with Ricky and I certainly have no desire to spend the evening with your little girlfriend.
It won't be a real date, he argued, It'll be more like a group outing.
No! Sorry, but I won't do this.
I turned back towards Ricky and Vivian who were watching us with bemused expressions on their faces, I guess we had been silent for a little to long, and waiting for some sort of response.
I started my let down, "I'm sorry guys, but…"
"We'd love to." Kit interrupted, stepping smoothly in front of me (a pretty easy feat considering I was frozen in shock), "Why don't we meet at the French restaurant at nine?"
I stood behind him, glaring daggers into the back of his skull. Kit was so going down.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucks, I'm kind of suffering from a bad case of writers block at the moment. Anyway, I may be busy with the holidays so don't expect an update too soon.
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