Six One Shots Requests Open

Despair

We

Are

SIX........................................................

~Parlyn~

Look

it's not romantic.

I just don't know how to act around her. Ya it's a bit of a kick to the pride, when I make a fool out of myself, and I start to sweat, then I ramble. A lot .But I'm not falling for her.

Cathreene Parr and I have an acward moment where she pins me too a wall, kisses me and walks away. But it's one part. Didn't think Shakespeare would be into two girls kissing.

Or would it be two guys because only men on stage at the time.

"Anne- hey, your up." Anne looked up at the well lit stage. And back down at her tacky vest and boots that were so off for the time period the play was set in.

Anne walks on with her brother George dancing and singing Shakespearerein nonsense.

"Save thee, friend, and thy music. Dost thou live
by thy tabor?"

"No, sir, I live by the church."

"Art thou a churchman?"

"No such matter, sir. I do live by the church, for I
do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the
church."

"So thou mayst say the king lies by a beggar if a
beggar dwell near him, or the church stands by thy
tabor if thy tabor stand by the church."

"You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is
but a chev'ril glove to a good wit. How quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!"

"Nay, that's certain. They that dally nicely with
words may quickly make them wanton.
I would therefore my sister had had no name,
sir."

"Why, man?"

"Why, sir, her name's a word, and to dally with
that word might make my sister wanton. But,
indeed, words are very rascals since bonds disgraced
them."

*insert more of act 3 of Twelfth Night*

"I will answer you with gait and entrance—but
we are prevented."

There she is. Anne thought,

"Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain
odors on you!"

Anne said in a dased voice that had a slow delivery but still fell out of her mouth with the hints of truth. 

Thomas and Henry Percy say there lines but Anne is still dazed starting at Catherine Parr.

"Give me your hand sir."
Anne snapped out of her trance and realized she was- infact- on stage and in front of people.

"My duty, madam, and most humble service."

Cathy Parr was taken aback by Anne's demener.

"What is your name?"

To all else Catherine's words were normal. But to Anne poetry, music, and lust.

"Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess." Anne shot up from where she was 'sitting' and took Cathy's hands.

"My servant, sir? 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth."

Everything went smoothly. Anne composed herself, and the scene went on. But then the part the two never properly practiced came.

"Would it be better, madam, than I am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool."

Cathy sat at the bench that was plased just off center stage.

"O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is
noon.—"

Cathy held for dear life on to Anne the side of Anne's face. The looked echother in the eyes. They had an understanding of sorts. It was unspoken and was only ever remembered at this moment.

We Are acting. This is a play and we do not have any actual feelings for echother.

But it was pointless now. The original agreement was disregard and an new one put in it's place.

I'm acting but the feelings I have for you are real.

Cathy pulled Anne in to a tight and awkward kiss that, under other circumstances, Anne would graciously expect.

"Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honor, truth, and everything,
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better"

And now Anne had to pretend to brake Cathy's heart and reject her.

"By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has, nor never none
Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
And so adieu, good madam. Nevermore
Will I my master's tears to you deplore."

Anne and Cathy run off the stage in opposite directions.

Both go out the stage doors. They look at echother for a moment. Anne begins to chuckle. She walks half way and sits herself agents the lockers Cathy dose the same.

"So." Cathy says. "That was awkward." Anne nodds and looks at Cathy. "Ya. But I wouldn't mind kissing you again."

Cathy looked at the clock on the other side above the lockers. "Well... we've got 20 minutes till either of us go back up."