Kiss Me-Chapter Nine
Title: Kiss Me
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen. No money.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends. They don't even know each other. But when they both get roped into the boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
The first meeting of the drama club was held that next afternoon in the auditorium. Bam sank down low in a seat in the middle row to sulk. He wanted to be outside, wanted to be skateboarding with the rest of the guys. Why in the world had he ever agreed to do this?
The rest of the boys came trickling in, no more than thirty five in all. And none of them, none of them were friends of Bam. He barely even knew most of them, though he was sure that they knew who he was. He sank lower in the seat, hoping to blend in to the cheap upholstery.
The counselor came meandering in about five minutes after everyone else. Most likely he wanted to make a theatrical entrance, Bam decided. He ignored the crowd of boys sitting in the seats and walked up the steps to stand in the middle of the stage.
He gazed at them all for a few minutes before going to sit on the edge of the stage.
“So, this is drama club.” He said, voice echoing slightly. “I’m really glad you all decided to join. My name is Harvey DeWitt and besides being your drama club faculty advisor, I am also the guidance counselor. So trust me, I know all about drama.”
There was weak laughter. He seemed pleased enough with this. Bam groaned. Great, now he was going to crack jokes. This just got better and better, didn’t it? Suddenly, he felt eyes on him.
“Bam? Bam, why don’t you come down here and join the rest of us?” he sat up and realized he was the only one in the middle. The rest of them had crowded around down the front.
Blushing and grumbling, he gathered his things and sat in a chair on the very end of the second row. Now it at least looked like he was participating a little bit. It was something of an effort.
“Now, here’s the thing, guys.” DeWitt leaned back on his palms, trying to look very companionable, like he belonged there with a bunch of high school aged kids. He was trying way too hard.
“The good plays, the entertaining ones? They all have roles best suited to females.”
“Does that mean we’re going to go to the girls’ school in the next town and invite them in?” someone asked eagerly. Bam had to confess that he was rather interested in that idea.
Maybe… Maybe that’s where the green eyed girl when to school.
“No!” DeWitt laughed a little. “Do you know that a long time ago, women weren’t allowed to be actors?”
“So how did they have women?” someone asked.
“Pretty men played women. And that’s what we’re going to do. I’m so sick of seeing such strict gender roles in the world, anyway.”
“Isn’t that sort of…gay?” a boy mumbled. Bam had agreed with him. Men playing women. It just didn’t seem natural.
“Now that’s a stereotype, and we don’t do that here.” DeWitt shook his finger. Everyone fell silent. It was easy to see that no one much cared to do this, really. No one wanted anyone else to think they were gay.
“And, I’ve already picked out our first play.”
“What?” a deep, soft voice asked. Bam looked around for the owner of that voice. When he heard it, something vibrated deep in his chest. There was something, something in it that he needed more of.
But Bam could not see a face.
“We’ll be performing the classic; Romeo and Juliet!” DeWitt looked thrilled. Everyone else went silent. And stayed that way.
Rating: PG/NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen. No money.
Summary: Ville and Bam go to school together. They're not friends. They don't even know each other. But when they both get roped into the boys' school production of Romeo and Juliet, sparks fly!
The first meeting of the drama club was held that next afternoon in the auditorium. Bam sank down low in a seat in the middle row to sulk. He wanted to be outside, wanted to be skateboarding with the rest of the guys. Why in the world had he ever agreed to do this?
The rest of the boys came trickling in, no more than thirty five in all. And none of them, none of them were friends of Bam. He barely even knew most of them, though he was sure that they knew who he was. He sank lower in the seat, hoping to blend in to the cheap upholstery.
The counselor came meandering in about five minutes after everyone else. Most likely he wanted to make a theatrical entrance, Bam decided. He ignored the crowd of boys sitting in the seats and walked up the steps to stand in the middle of the stage.
He gazed at them all for a few minutes before going to sit on the edge of the stage.
“So, this is drama club.” He said, voice echoing slightly. “I’m really glad you all decided to join. My name is Harvey DeWitt and besides being your drama club faculty advisor, I am also the guidance counselor. So trust me, I know all about drama.”
There was weak laughter. He seemed pleased enough with this. Bam groaned. Great, now he was going to crack jokes. This just got better and better, didn’t it? Suddenly, he felt eyes on him.
“Bam? Bam, why don’t you come down here and join the rest of us?” he sat up and realized he was the only one in the middle. The rest of them had crowded around down the front.
Blushing and grumbling, he gathered his things and sat in a chair on the very end of the second row. Now it at least looked like he was participating a little bit. It was something of an effort.
“Now, here’s the thing, guys.” DeWitt leaned back on his palms, trying to look very companionable, like he belonged there with a bunch of high school aged kids. He was trying way too hard.
“The good plays, the entertaining ones? They all have roles best suited to females.”
“Does that mean we’re going to go to the girls’ school in the next town and invite them in?” someone asked eagerly. Bam had to confess that he was rather interested in that idea.
Maybe… Maybe that’s where the green eyed girl when to school.
“No!” DeWitt laughed a little. “Do you know that a long time ago, women weren’t allowed to be actors?”
“So how did they have women?” someone asked.
“Pretty men played women. And that’s what we’re going to do. I’m so sick of seeing such strict gender roles in the world, anyway.”
“Isn’t that sort of…gay?” a boy mumbled. Bam had agreed with him. Men playing women. It just didn’t seem natural.
“Now that’s a stereotype, and we don’t do that here.” DeWitt shook his finger. Everyone fell silent. It was easy to see that no one much cared to do this, really. No one wanted anyone else to think they were gay.
“And, I’ve already picked out our first play.”
“What?” a deep, soft voice asked. Bam looked around for the owner of that voice. When he heard it, something vibrated deep in his chest. There was something, something in it that he needed more of.
But Bam could not see a face.
“We’ll be performing the classic; Romeo and Juliet!” DeWitt looked thrilled. Everyone else went silent. And stayed that way.