Boys will be boys

I love play rehersal

re·hears·al

rəˈhərsəl/

noun

noun: rehearsal; plural noun: rehearsals

a practice or trial performance of a play or other work for later public performance.

"rehearsals for the opera season"

synonyms:practice, practice session, trial performance, read-through, run-through, walk-through;More

the action or process of rehearsing.

"I've had two weeks in rehearsal"

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Fast forward to around a day or so later, afternoon time. School was over, and Jeremy made his way to the band room for play rehearsal, praying with all his heart (Y/N) would be there. It would be fine if she didn't talk to him, he just wanted to look at her face.

After aimless wandering for a little more then five minutes, he finally arrived at the band room, and took a deep breath. If he didn't do this, it'd be fine, but Micheal would totally mock him forever if he didn't.

"Come on.. go." He said to himself, pumping his motivation up.

He walked through the doors, his eyes spotting (Y/N) sitting next to Christine.

"Y-yo." He said, his gaze at the floor.

"Yo." The girls replied in unison, looking at Jeremy with faint smiles on their faces. They looked as if they had been talking, because their bodies were angled towards eachother.

"I-is this where you meet for the play?" He asked, looking up.

"No, this is where you meet for swim team." (Y/N) said, her voice completely monotone. Jeremy had a mild freak out, but was snapped out of it by himself.

"Shes kidding, of course," Christing reassured him. "This is where you meet for play rehearsal."

(Y/N) noticed that he was standing in place, not saying anything.

"Are you okay?" (Y/N) budded in, her eyebrow raised in a curious manner.

Jeremy made a sound that was between a choking goose noise and a gasp, leaving the girls confused as ever.

"You seem really nervous." (Y/N) said in reply to his noise.

"N-No, I always," Jeremy started, realizing how stupid he was going to sound. No, he had to go through with this or he'd sound even dumber. "I always sweat this much.." He finished, twiddling his thumbs.

"I get it," Christine said, smoothing out her skirt, which was pleated over red tights. "You're a virgin! Just like (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) elbowed Christine in the side, her face beet red as Jeremy's.

"You know, first play rehearsal!"

The two sighed with relief and (Y/N) let out a nervous chuckle that encouraged Jeremy to speak.

"Y-you think I'm nervous about play rehearsal?" Jeremy replied, slightly baffled but still embarrassed.

"Why else would you be shaking?" Christine said, not meaning for the question to be answered.

"A lot, too." (Y/N) added, completely recovered from Christine's 'virgin' comment.

Jeremy nervously chuckled, then gave his response.

"Oh-yeah! I'm totally freaked, and all!" He exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic but giving off the vibe of a dying whale.

"Its understandable," Christine began, not noticing his anxiety filling the room. "I'm actually kinda jealous.. you never forget your first.. Play rehearsal! Coming here is the highlight.."

"Of your day?" Jeremy asked, still weary of (Y/N) in the room.

"Of her life." (Y/N) joked, to which Jeremy and Christine chuckled.

Christine then got up and started talking about how much she adored play rehearsal while (Y/N) and Jeremy watched.

Soon, though, Christine was interrupted when all of the more 'popular' kids came in, to which Mr Rais expressed gratitude.

"Oh thank goodness, the popular kids are here!" He exclaimed, obviously relieved.

He then went on to explain that he was replacing Shakespeare's work with a play about zombies and gore, which made Christine rather upset.

Still, despite all this, (Y/N) stayed the same. Her face was monotone, looking around blankly. Jeremy couldn't stop looking at her.

"And now, I will take a hot pocket break. We rejoin in five!" He said, then exited with Christine at his heels, trying to get him to change the show back to a midsummer's night.

The populars left, except for one boy with particularly fantastic arms who Jeremy recognized as Jake Dillinger.

To make matters worse, he was talking to (Y/N).

"Hey, you were in the play last year. You were the chick that died!" He said, his features moving as he smiled.

(Y/N) sighed and folded her hands on her lap.

"No, I wasn't. That was Christine, and she played Juliet. Because that was the play, Romeo and Juliet. She's probably off bugging Mr Rais- you know what, ill just go get her-" (Y/N) said back to him, standing from her seat.

"No, wait. I'm, uh, I'm sure you did a good job and stuff with that." He replied, scratching the back of his neck. "This is gonna sound dumb, but, I actually thought she was dead. But then, she came on for her victory dance-"

"Bow." (Y/N) interrupted, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Uh, right. Victory bow, and I was all like 'woah, I cant believe she isn't dead.' Stupid, right?"

"That.. didn't sound stupid at all. That was, er, really sweet." (Y/N) replied, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Cool!" He enthusiastically replied. "Hey, a bunch of us are going out after practice today. You should totally come!"

(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't see why not. Can I bring Christine?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Of course! 'Parting is such sweet..'" He began, not knowing the rest.

"Sorrow?" (Y/N) said back, not exactly sure for herself.

"Yeah, whatever." He looked over to Jeremy, who panicked. "Dude, someone wrote BOYF on your backpack."

Jake then walked off, leaving Jeremy to try and restart his conversation with (Y/N).

"Hey, so I heard this thing about how humanity stopped evolving-" He started, stealing a line from Micheal.

"I'm sorry, did you say something..?" (Y/N) asked, not knowing his name.

Jeremy then, out of the corner of his eye, caught sight of Jake winking at (Y/N) from across the room. He looked to (Y/N) again, who was smiling at Jake.

"Forget it." He muttered, walking off.

His phone then buzzed, and looked to see Micheal calling. Was it already the end of rehearsal? Man, he had lost track of time.

He picked up the phone.

"Howd it go?" Micheal asked, the sound of his video games audible in the back round.

"Once again, another take-down. But hey, I guess it could have gone worse. At least I didn't have a breakdown!"

"Or you would've had to go to the nurse." Micheal said, his concerned mom(tm) personality seeping through.

"Uh, yeah. You know.. I don't wanna be special. Don't even wanna survive!"

Jeremy looked over to (Y/N), who was aimlessly looking at her phone, probably texting.

"I just want (Y/N) to know.. that I'm alive."