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(Chapter 21)

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because…I…”

I thought back. He was right. After I played that boy, I never really created another character again – I based my actions and personality on him. I never simply…made someone new.

I laughed, banging my head against the wall. I was an idiot. Such an idiot.

“Thank you, Daniel,” I said, smiling. “You’ve really helped me.”

And unthinkingly, I gave him a hug.

About half a second into the hug, I realized what I was doing.

“I’m sorry,” I said, jumping away. “I didn’t…”

There was a silence.

“You better go. Tyler might wonder where you are,” Daniel said, his voice cold. Somehow, his words hurt me.

“Right.”

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╣Daniel╠

Damn.

***

♫Erica♫

I snuck into the room. Tyler was already asleep. I lowered my weight onto the bed, slowly, and pulled the covers over my head.

When I woke up again, I had her.

I’d found Juliet

***

╣Daniel╠

Scott said he wanted to work on Scene Five, where Romeo meets Juliet. It’s a critical moment, and I guess he wanted to practice it.

Eric was looking normal today. Not worried, not excited, not anything. Normal. I’m guessing he would be okay today. I hope so, anyway.

I blanked out, as Scott ordered the actors around.

Erica. After I realized…well, there was nothing I could do, now. She hated me. She thought I was the bastard who kicked her brother out of my room. There was no changing that. Plus…I shouldn’t even be allowed to date. After my brother’s accident, I promised myself not to concentrate on anything but living my brother’s life for him. And that included no dating.

So I shouldn’t even think about it.

I sighed, and rubbed my forehead.

“Daniel? You’re up.”

“Right.”

There was some dialogue between the servants, and then I had to enter, with Eric. I noticed vaguely that Eric was holding himself differently.

“Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago.”

My cue.

“What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?” I asked, facing Jay, who was playing the service man.

“I know not, sir.”

Quite a lot of the next bit was taken out, and replaced with song. Scott fast-forwarded through that bit, and the next dialogue was between me and Eric.

Eric was looking completely calm.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand,” I said, taking his hand, “this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

Eric smiled.

I blinked.

Whoa.

“Good pilgrim,” Eric said, his voice balanced and calm, “you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

There was one, long second of utter silence.

Scott dropped his pen, and the sound echoed through the hall.

“Daniel,” someone muttered, “your line.”

I focused. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

Eric’s smile was genuine, and he tilted his head as he spoke the next line, “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

“Saints do not move,” he replied. His eyes sparkled with wit, “though grant for prayers' sake.”

I knew what was coming – I’d read Shakespeare enough times to know.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

I leaned in, slowly.

“Cut!” Scott yelled, and we jumped apart. “Wow, Eric, that was great! You’ve really captured Juliet’s character!”

Eric flushed. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Though, Daniel, your Romeo was a bit shaky.”

Eric smirked at me.

“Now shall we move on?”

***

“He really surprised me,” Tyler said. We were walking home to the dorm. Eric had something he needed to say to Scott.

“I know,” I muttered. Had Eric really gotten Juliet in a night?

When that guy gets going…he’s amazing.

Maybe it was the fact that Eric looked so much like Erica, but…

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Author's Note: No time to make real authors note. I am very busy. Just know that I love you all. BYE!!!

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