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~Lex

Rachel sat alone at the edge of the stage with her brown paper bag hearing the remnants of everyone's laughs and chatter as they left for lunch. Sitting Indian style she took out her soda and sandwich and laid them before her. "Alone again," she muttered.

"You always talk to yourself?" asked a familiar voice.

"Yes, I do actually, Kyle," she replied matter of factly. "Shouldn't you be going to lunch with everyone else."

"Actually, I'm broke and tired of borrowing money from people, so I figured I'd hang around here and annoy you," he said teasingly sitting down next to her.

"How kind of you," she said sarcastically, taking a sip of her drink.

"So, why do you eat alone all the time?"

"Because I don't want to go out with everyone else."

"Why?" he asked.

As much as she didn't want to answer, she suspected something genuine in his voice so she was her blunt honest self. "Because I don't like them. I don't associate with snobby jerks. I'd rather sit by myself all day then go to lunch with them and hear their mindless chatter. They're taking this class because they think it's an easy A when I'm doing it because I love acting. I just don't like pretentious people."

"I'm not a pretentious, snobby jerk."

"I never said you were," she said shyly meeting his gaze before quickly looking away.

He was silent for a little before he sighed and said, "You know, they all think that you're the snob. I mean, you never go to lunch with us and I think they think that you think you're better than everyone."

"You think, they think, I think? That's quite a sentence. Who cares! Let 'em think what they want to. I don't want to be bothered with them."

"So, you don't care what people think about you?"

"I care what some people think, just not those kinds of people," she sighed.

"Do you care what I think?" he asked moving a bit closer.

She paused for a moment after taking another sip of her drink, wishing she could eat her sandwich but not wanting to be rude. "I guess so."

"Well, I feel privileged," he said almost mockingly.

"You should!" she said sarcastically.

"So, do you ever go out to eat?" he questioned.

"Yes, I do. Why?" she laughed.

"Well, I thought maybe you would like to go out with me sometime."

"Um, yea, I'd like that, Kyle," she said shyly.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" he asked.

"No, I'm free."

"How's seven - thirty sound?"

"That'd be great," she said.

"Good," he said as he leaned closer to her and placed his lips gently on hers.

"STOP! STOP!" somebody screamed from the back of the auditorium.

"What now?" he asked breaking away from the kiss.

"There's just something awkward about it," said the director walking towards the stage.

"Of course it's awkward! It's a staged kiss, there isn't exactly a ton of romance here," blurted Rachel.

The director sighed and looked at her watch. "It's late. How about we sleep on it and meet at nine-tomorrow morning to work more on this scene. Meanwhile, you two work on the romance or something!" she said as she collected her things and left.

Rachel rewrapped the sandwich and threw out the drink as Kyle got their coats. They met by the door and exploded with laughter. "Not a lot of romance, my ass!" laughed Kyle as he pulled her close and kissed her.

"What'd ya say we go home and 'work on the romance', hun," said Rachel.

"Sounds good to me," he said as they walked out the door.

~~*~The End~*~~