Check yes Juliet
title: Check yes Juliet
characters: Pete,Patrick,Greta (possibly future Peterick)
pov: 3rd
rating: PG-13 (for a couple of bad words)
summary: Patrick gets forced into playing Juliet in the school play because 1.) none of the girls wanted to and Patrick was the only guy who could pass for a girl, and 2.) because Greta is very persistent. Pete is Romeo.
words: 1390
disclaimer: people belong to themselves, Romeo and Juliet belongs to the four centuries dead Shakespeare
A/N: for an anon_lovefest prompt: I'm not completely satisfied with it,there's not as much rehearsal awkwardness as I wanted and I almost focused more on Greta than on Peterick, but whatevs. Title from a We The Kings song that couldn't be more fitting :)
When Greta Salpeter glares at you with her hands on her hips and a foot tapping rhythmically in impatience, you don’t have much choice: either you do what she says, or you do what she says.
Patrick knows it all too well, if the long dress he has been forced to wear is any indication.
“Greta, there’re ten girls in this class, I don’t understand why I have to--” the boy repeats tentatively for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“Because nobody wants to, and somebody had to be forced playing Juliet,” Greta reiterates firmly, checking her clipboard.
“Then why not forcing somebody else? Or better, one of the girls? Why me???” Patrick finally loses his patience.
“Patrick,” her voice is murderously calm, “you’re going to play Juliet because people like Bob and Joe definitely can’t pass as girls, and most importantly because I say so. Suck it up and don’t trip in the gown.” With that, she walks away to check on the boys painting the sceneries.
Patrick mechanically stretches and pulls the clingy fabric, and leans against the wall with a huff, script in hand to check his lines.
“Pretty bossy, isn’t she?”
Patrick turns towards the guy who whispered in his ear and is currently fiddling with a puffy hat (with long feather nonetheless). Taking in his blue attire he must be ‘Romeo’, originally known as Pete.
“You can say that,” Patrick sighed, “I’m-”
“Patrick, I know,” Pete beams, “I think you won’t be able to wear your hat, during the play,” he observes out of the blue.
“Don’t make me think about it,” Patrick cringes, “but if they make me wear a wig I should be fine.”
“Why so?”
“Erm…Long story…Sorry but I gotta go,” Patrick makes for walking away, but Pete grabs the other boy’s wrist and gets on his knee.
“Oh Juliet, Juliet, where art thou going, Juliet?” Pete declares with passion, attracting the attention of everybody in the school’s theater and causing a few giggles here and there. Patrick, on the other hand, is blushing to the tip of his hair and eventually forces his wrist out of Pete’s grasp, noticing Greta looking at the two of them with an unreadable expression.
“To the bathroom,” Patrick hisses, picking the sides of his dress up to walk more easily. He stubbornly looks ahead, refusing to look back at Pete who is indeed holding back from laughing out loud.
#
After Patrick has convinced himself to return, rehearsals can continue under Greta’s sharp supervision.
“Scene of the balcony! Move the bushes more on the right, push the fake building on stage!” she’s a perfectionist who enjoys shouting orders when she has to.
“Couldn’t we just rehearse without wearing the scene clothes like every normal school company?” Patrick asks: a frustrated Patrick is an annoying Patrick.
“Do you want to continue contesting me for a long time?” Greta sighs, a ghost of a headache concentrating in her forehead.
“We risk to crease them,” he adds sheepishly, hoping to bribe Greta somehow.
Greta looks at him studiously, “You aren’t fooling me, Patrick Stump, we need to know how comfortable you are moving with these clothes. Suffer in silence.”
She takes a seat in the middle of the audience, “Everybody ready? Alright, action!”
“We aren’t on a movie set,” Patrick rolls his eyes from his spot on the balcony. On stage, Pete is hiding his chuckle pretending to fix his hat.
“Action,” Greta growls.
“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
‘Couldn’t we talk in modern English?’ Patrick thinks bitterly: he’s so enthusiastic to be part of this play that he’s physically on stage and talking on auto-pilot, but he’s mentally elsewhere. He’s is startled by Pete’s fervent acting, who agilely reaches the balcony and continues his speech, “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; henceforth I never will be Romeo.”
Patrick finds himself surprised by the vicinity of a passionate Pete. He only exchanged a few words with him when the characters had been assigned; he’s simply seen Pete around school and can’t define himself a friend of his, neither has he noticed how pretty his eyes are from this close. This train of thoughts gets Patrick, who can only blush prettily and open his mouth like a fish.
“Patrick?” Pete hisses and jerks his head in Greta’s general direction, “She’s gonna eat you if you don’t say your lines.”
Patrick blinks stupidly and backs away, “’m sorry, give me five minutes and I’m gonna be fine,” he pleads and quickly runs behind the scenes, followed by Greta’s voice remembering him he’s not a diva.
#
Greta is utterly discouraged, the past three hours of rehearsal have been a huge delusion with Pete and Patrick’s inability to share the stage. The good thing is that it isn’t because of rivalries between the two of them; the bad thing is that it’s because of the sexual tension that could be cut with a machete.
On one hand Patrick can’t pretend to look at Pete adoringly (it’s his part in the play, after all) without becoming redder than the fabric of the audience’s seats; on the other hand, Pete can’t stay serious while talking in ancient English and keeps making his weird faces to make Patrick laugh, succeeding.
“Could we please finish this scene, so we can go home?” Greta asks to nobody in particular, but looks at her main actors. Everybody is silent: if even Greta is so exasperated that she wants to leave, the matter must be serious.
“Sorry,” Pete and Patrick mutter guiltily. Patrick glances at Pete, who’s looking at him with an almost desperate look in his eyes that Patrick cannot understand.
“Let’s get it over with, guys. Action,” Greta sighs.
Pete clears his throat and resumes his speech, “I would I were thy bird.”
“Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow,” Patrick-Juliet returns in her room.
“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell,” Pete-Romeo exits.
A relieved applause erupts in the theater, today’s rehearsals are finally over despite the many inconveniences.
Behind the scenes, Patrick gets the dress off with a lot of relief and throws it on the floor, earning a glare from Hannah, assigned to the costumes.
“We really drove Greta mad, today,” Pete comments guiltily, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.
“Oh, we so did…” Patrick instinctively glances at Greta, who looks far and busy enough she could not hear them.
“Uhm…you up for an ice cream to reward our efforts?” Pete asks shyly, a trait of him that Patrick could have never guessed since he doesn’t know him too well.
“Sure, why not?” Patrick smiles and leads the way to the exit, “Bye Greta!”
She looks busy texting and is possibly still mad at them, so she curtly waves them goodbye. Pete and Patrick had just made it out of the dressing room that Pete’s phone beeped.
I expect you to drive me everywhere I want for the next month as reward for making you talk to Patrick. I didn’t know one of the most popular guys at school could be such a pussy :P
Patrick is almost alarmed by Pete’s suddenly red red face, but the older guy waves it off and types away, blindly following Patrick to the parking lot.
our agreement was only 2 weeks!!!
But you got to hang out with Patrick after hours, two for the price of one. Now stop paying attention to me and focus on that fine guy on your right.
They’re standing in front of Pete’s car. He turns and in the distance sees Greta waving at him in an accomplice manner from the window of the dressing room. He glares and types.
bitch
Greta's reply is quick.
YOU are going to be my bitch for the next four weeks, bitch ;) Have fun.
characters: Pete,Patrick,Greta (possibly future Peterick)
pov: 3rd
rating: PG-13 (for a couple of bad words)
summary: Patrick gets forced into playing Juliet in the school play because 1.) none of the girls wanted to and Patrick was the only guy who could pass for a girl, and 2.) because Greta is very persistent. Pete is Romeo.
words: 1390
disclaimer: people belong to themselves, Romeo and Juliet belongs to the four centuries dead Shakespeare
A/N: for an anon_lovefest prompt: I'm not completely satisfied with it,there's not as much rehearsal awkwardness as I wanted and I almost focused more on Greta than on Peterick, but whatevs. Title from a We The Kings song that couldn't be more fitting :)
When Greta Salpeter glares at you with her hands on her hips and a foot tapping rhythmically in impatience, you don’t have much choice: either you do what she says, or you do what she says.
Patrick knows it all too well, if the long dress he has been forced to wear is any indication.
“Greta, there’re ten girls in this class, I don’t understand why I have to--” the boy repeats tentatively for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“Because nobody wants to, and somebody had to be forced playing Juliet,” Greta reiterates firmly, checking her clipboard.
“Then why not forcing somebody else? Or better, one of the girls? Why me???” Patrick finally loses his patience.
“Patrick,” her voice is murderously calm, “you’re going to play Juliet because people like Bob and Joe definitely can’t pass as girls, and most importantly because I say so. Suck it up and don’t trip in the gown.” With that, she walks away to check on the boys painting the sceneries.
Patrick mechanically stretches and pulls the clingy fabric, and leans against the wall with a huff, script in hand to check his lines.
“Pretty bossy, isn’t she?”
Patrick turns towards the guy who whispered in his ear and is currently fiddling with a puffy hat (with long feather nonetheless). Taking in his blue attire he must be ‘Romeo’, originally known as Pete.
“You can say that,” Patrick sighed, “I’m-”
“Patrick, I know,” Pete beams, “I think you won’t be able to wear your hat, during the play,” he observes out of the blue.
“Don’t make me think about it,” Patrick cringes, “but if they make me wear a wig I should be fine.”
“Why so?”
“Erm…Long story…Sorry but I gotta go,” Patrick makes for walking away, but Pete grabs the other boy’s wrist and gets on his knee.
“Oh Juliet, Juliet, where art thou going, Juliet?” Pete declares with passion, attracting the attention of everybody in the school’s theater and causing a few giggles here and there. Patrick, on the other hand, is blushing to the tip of his hair and eventually forces his wrist out of Pete’s grasp, noticing Greta looking at the two of them with an unreadable expression.
“To the bathroom,” Patrick hisses, picking the sides of his dress up to walk more easily. He stubbornly looks ahead, refusing to look back at Pete who is indeed holding back from laughing out loud.
#
After Patrick has convinced himself to return, rehearsals can continue under Greta’s sharp supervision.
“Scene of the balcony! Move the bushes more on the right, push the fake building on stage!” she’s a perfectionist who enjoys shouting orders when she has to.
“Couldn’t we just rehearse without wearing the scene clothes like every normal school company?” Patrick asks: a frustrated Patrick is an annoying Patrick.
“Do you want to continue contesting me for a long time?” Greta sighs, a ghost of a headache concentrating in her forehead.
“We risk to crease them,” he adds sheepishly, hoping to bribe Greta somehow.
Greta looks at him studiously, “You aren’t fooling me, Patrick Stump, we need to know how comfortable you are moving with these clothes. Suffer in silence.”
She takes a seat in the middle of the audience, “Everybody ready? Alright, action!”
“We aren’t on a movie set,” Patrick rolls his eyes from his spot on the balcony. On stage, Pete is hiding his chuckle pretending to fix his hat.
“Action,” Greta growls.
“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
‘Couldn’t we talk in modern English?’ Patrick thinks bitterly: he’s so enthusiastic to be part of this play that he’s physically on stage and talking on auto-pilot, but he’s mentally elsewhere. He’s is startled by Pete’s fervent acting, who agilely reaches the balcony and continues his speech, “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; henceforth I never will be Romeo.”
Patrick finds himself surprised by the vicinity of a passionate Pete. He only exchanged a few words with him when the characters had been assigned; he’s simply seen Pete around school and can’t define himself a friend of his, neither has he noticed how pretty his eyes are from this close. This train of thoughts gets Patrick, who can only blush prettily and open his mouth like a fish.
“Patrick?” Pete hisses and jerks his head in Greta’s general direction, “She’s gonna eat you if you don’t say your lines.”
Patrick blinks stupidly and backs away, “’m sorry, give me five minutes and I’m gonna be fine,” he pleads and quickly runs behind the scenes, followed by Greta’s voice remembering him he’s not a diva.
#
Greta is utterly discouraged, the past three hours of rehearsal have been a huge delusion with Pete and Patrick’s inability to share the stage. The good thing is that it isn’t because of rivalries between the two of them; the bad thing is that it’s because of the sexual tension that could be cut with a machete.
On one hand Patrick can’t pretend to look at Pete adoringly (it’s his part in the play, after all) without becoming redder than the fabric of the audience’s seats; on the other hand, Pete can’t stay serious while talking in ancient English and keeps making his weird faces to make Patrick laugh, succeeding.
“Could we please finish this scene, so we can go home?” Greta asks to nobody in particular, but looks at her main actors. Everybody is silent: if even Greta is so exasperated that she wants to leave, the matter must be serious.
“Sorry,” Pete and Patrick mutter guiltily. Patrick glances at Pete, who’s looking at him with an almost desperate look in his eyes that Patrick cannot understand.
“Let’s get it over with, guys. Action,” Greta sighs.
Pete clears his throat and resumes his speech, “I would I were thy bird.”
“Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow,” Patrick-Juliet returns in her room.
“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell,” Pete-Romeo exits.
A relieved applause erupts in the theater, today’s rehearsals are finally over despite the many inconveniences.
Behind the scenes, Patrick gets the dress off with a lot of relief and throws it on the floor, earning a glare from Hannah, assigned to the costumes.
“We really drove Greta mad, today,” Pete comments guiltily, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.
“Oh, we so did…” Patrick instinctively glances at Greta, who looks far and busy enough she could not hear them.
“Uhm…you up for an ice cream to reward our efforts?” Pete asks shyly, a trait of him that Patrick could have never guessed since he doesn’t know him too well.
“Sure, why not?” Patrick smiles and leads the way to the exit, “Bye Greta!”
She looks busy texting and is possibly still mad at them, so she curtly waves them goodbye. Pete and Patrick had just made it out of the dressing room that Pete’s phone beeped.
I expect you to drive me everywhere I want for the next month as reward for making you talk to Patrick. I didn’t know one of the most popular guys at school could be such a pussy :P
Patrick is almost alarmed by Pete’s suddenly red red face, but the older guy waves it off and types away, blindly following Patrick to the parking lot.
our agreement was only 2 weeks!!!
But you got to hang out with Patrick after hours, two for the price of one. Now stop paying attention to me and focus on that fine guy on your right.
They’re standing in front of Pete’s car. He turns and in the distance sees Greta waving at him in an accomplice manner from the window of the dressing room. He glares and types.
bitch
Greta's reply is quick.
YOU are going to be my bitch for the next four weeks, bitch ;) Have fun.