"What languages do you speak anyway?" Tyler asks.
"Spanish, French, German, and Italian." I shrug.
"Why so many languages?" Ryder asks.
"Spanish because it's a useful language, German and Italian because of my heritage, French because somebody that I used to know frequently spoke French to confuse me so I learned the language, and it became like our thing, since none of our other friends really spoke it."
"SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW!" Valentino sings loudly.
"What do you mean by that anyway?" Ryder asks.
"By what?"
"By-"
"SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW!" Valentino interrupts Ryder by singing it again.
"Yeah by that." Ryder points to Valentino.
"It means I don't talk to them anymore." I shrug.
"This lasagna es muy bueno chica. Te gusta mucho." Valentino says. 'This lasagna is very good. I really like it.'
"Te gustaria mas?" I ask him. 'Would you like some more?'
"I'm so lost." Tyler says.
"Si por favor." Valentino nods. 'Yes please'
"Anyone else want more?" I ask.
"Sure." Ryder shrugs.
"Yeah." Tyler says. I get them all another piece of lasagna and put my own plate in the sink before giving them theirs.
"I don't appreciate my best friend using a language he knows I don't completely understand." Ryder grumbles.
"You're mom speaks fluent Spanish man, just pick it up at home." Valentino laughs. It isn't until now that I realize all the Blacks have an accent. Even little Melody has the slightest accent.
"She doesn't speak it around the house, except talking to her friends." Ryder rolls his eyes.
"It isn't hard to learn." I shrug.
"Can we please just read the play now?" Ryder huffs.
"Okay I'll be right back." I say picking up their plates.
"Where are you going?" Tyler asks.
"To put these in the sink and then grab my play." I say before walking into the kitchen to put the plates in the sink. I go up to my room to get my play and go back to the living room.
"So how is this going to work?" Tyler asks.
"Well I guess we could start by just reading our lines and then we'll go on to actually acting out later." I shrug.
"Works for me." Ryder shrugs.
"Okay so where do we start again?" Valentino asks.
"Act 1 scene 5 about halfway through it is where we start." I say.
"This, by his voice, should be a Montague.—
Fetch me my rapier, boy.—
What, dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin." Tyler reads.
"Why, how now, kinsman? Wherefore storm you so?" Valentino reads.
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Dancing In The Rain
Teen FictionLife isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain. *** First chapter is the proper description This story will receive sporadic updates whenever I see fit. Not my main story, and is not edited.
