Romeo And Juliet Play Script Novels & Stories

I whispered. “What’s in a name?” he quoted, mysteriously avoiding my question. I cringed, recognising the line from Romeo and Juliet. “Arg! I hate that play! They fall in love and then they become all over dramatic on us.” “I quite like it.” he laid his head on my stomach as he lay down beside me. “Their love is doomed to failure and yet they still try to make it work, and when one dies, the other follows shortly after – not able to live life without their love.”

A cry that filled me with guilt. I opened my eyes to see Rosaline beside me crying her eyes out. Her face was puffy with tears stains as fresh was kept falling down like an overflowing waterfall. "Rose," I don't want that. A gasp left her and she snapped her head towards me. Her bloodshot eyes widened as her jaw dropped. "ALEXEI!" she cried and engulfed me in a hug. I hissed lowly when I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized and pulled away.

"Cast list went up an hour ago. You got Juliet." Something in my chest lifted anyway. Stupid, considering everything else sitting on top of me right then, but it lifted all the same. I'd auditioned back before things fell apart with Gray. Before any of this. Some small, dumb part of me had hoped we'd both land the leads and get to stand on a stage together again, the way we used to as kids doing elementary school plays with paper crowns and bedsheet togas. "Who got Romeo?" I asked, already bracing for a name I barely knew. Some junior. Somebody from drama club I'd exchanged maybe six words with in three years.

My mouth waters when she opens a bowl, I inhale the strong aroma. “Drama club?” she says. Mischief colours her voice but Ben misses it. He nods. “Tell me about it.” There is a shift in the atmosphere at her question. Ben relaxes in his seat as he dives into full details about the school play. Sweat breaks out on my temples, I bunch the hem of my gown and bite my lip. He is talking about us with so much fondness but Daddy is looking at him with anything but that. “So yeah. I’m her Romeo,” he says this part with a smile, “and she’s my Juliet. She’s very good at it.”

She heard Maria swallow; clearly, she was too nervous to ask him. “Okay class!” Mr. Sparrow yelled out. “Boys, you of course are Romeo and girls, Juliet. In this scene, Romeo and Juliet are in a lavish costume ball. They see each other for the first time. It is love at first sight. And although they don’t know each other, in their first words, they express their undying love for one another. Clearly, we are not going to re-enact the dance in this room.” The class erupted into a giggle.