You and I

You take my hand

Leaving me breathless

Take a look in these big blue eyes

And you'll understand

You know why we whisper

In the hallways -

"I'll be with you always"

Running together,

Forever you and I

~*.*~

"Hey hey hey," I nudged his head off my shoulder. "Don't fall asleep on me, we're only up to Act 2 Scene 2!"

"This play is boooring, and I'm sleepy," he mumbled, falling back onto my shoulder.

"Romeo and Juliet is boring?" I exclaimed, whipping up and causing him to fall onto the couch. "You know what, relationship over."

He jerked up quickly. "Wait, what?"

"I'm kidding," I said, smirking and sitting back down. "Come on; 'Her eyes in heaven would though the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it is not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.' Okay, now you be Juliet."

"Why do I have to be Juliet?"

"Because I'm Romeo. You only have one line."

Sam squinted his eyes close to the page and recited "Ay me" in his best monotonous voice.

"'Oh speak again, bright angel,'" I continued. "'For thou art as glorious to this night, bring o'er my head, as a wingéd messenger of heaven unto the white upturnéd wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of that air.'"

"...what does that even mean?"

"Well, he's in love with her," I explain. "He's watching her at her windowsill and admiring her beauty."

"That's kind of creepy," he said chuckling.

"Your line, Juliet."

He sighed. "O Romeo Romeo where...fore art thoo - thou Romeo? Deny the - I mean thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou will - I mean wilt - Is that even a word?"

"Just keep going."

"If thou wilt not, but be sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

"Good job," I told him, as he placed the play on the coffee table and lay down on my lap.

"I'm going to sleep now," he announced. "I think you should sleep with me."

"Good God, Sam," I said, stroking his hair rhythmically. "Just two weeks ago, my dad caught me rounding second base with you. He nearly had another heart attack. Imagine what would happen if he caught us in sleeping together."

"It's not like we'd be doing anything but sleeping," he said, turning over to face me. "It'll just be an innocent nap. I'll go home before dinner. I'm just really tired, I had a hard day."

I sighed. How could I ever say no to him? "Fine. But we're sleeping in my bed. There's now way we're gonna share this couch."

He smiled. God, I love it when he smiles.

We cuddled under the covers, clothes and all. He was out in a matter of seconds, so I just lay there in his arms, listening to him breathe and enjoying the warmth of his body. It was the perfect way to spend a cold February evening - reading Romeo and Juliet and cuddling with my boyfriend. I sighed contently, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek then shutting my eyes. Soon, I was asleep as well, dreaming the sweetest of dreams.

Thanks for sticking with me this week! You guys have been the coolest. More stories to come in the future, I promise :)

Song: "You and I" from Bare: A Pop Opera

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