Title: Just Maybe

Author: Dana.

Information: Fiction -

Summary: Love at first sight didn't exist, surely. But it is possible to fall in love with the person you liked at first glance. Right?

Notes: Ridiculous, stupid, non-plotted story. / Sorry it's probably gonna suck. But I was looking at my Mercutio-top from a skit I did and thought of this. Sorry, again.

Begins.

"O, than Queen Mab hath been with you," a flamboyantly dress boy receited whole-heartedly. His eyes were alight with mischief and amusement; his words directed to an invisible soul. He moved with such a fluid moment that demanded the attention of the audience. All eyes were on him as he continued his monologue, words riding on an emotional roller coaster, rising and falling with the deepest of tones and clearest of moods. It was sensational.

"This is she--" he came to the conclusion of his audition piece, dropped his character and smiled brilliantly. The audience, catching the change and realizing the monologue ended, clapped passionately. The director smiled in return, scribbling furiously on her clipbard before waving him off.

"Good job, Lyle," she smiled, "Damen Winchester up! Lindsay Brennett on deck!" Her booming voice projected. Her bright red hair bounced on her slim shoulders, hard brown eyes calculating the next boy's entrance. The clipboard was clutched in her left hand, her right holding her pen. A comfortable smile etched at her lips, trying to ease the boy of his obvious stage-freight.

He started his piece, frightened and nervous, "The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night..."

As he spoke, a hidden male adjusted his attention to the beaming Lyle. He was crowded by his friends, smiling and silently laughing, obviously being congratulated and complimented. Men and women alike were smiling at him, snatching his attention, going on and on about great he had done. Little to no ears were catching the words Damen spoke, but, after realizing this, he grew bolder and bolder. His speech claimed for recognition, for someone to listen carefully as the passionate words fell from his mouth. But if anyone had turned, his meek demeanor would've returned.

The man hidden in the shadows noticed this, impressed by the shy boy's courage. But still his eyes on the flamboyantly dressed Mercutio did not waver. The dark brown hair, curled at the tips, so sleek and shiny claimed his attention. Soft, smiling features, pearly white teeth all lined in a row, red-stained cheeks, and brilliant blue eyes made it impossible for him to turn away. And even in the most ridiculous clothing, his slim figure, average height, and feathery grace was still complemented. It was his first time gazing at such a beauty, and he knew love at first sight didn't exist, but he was quite mesmerized. Quite captured, enraptured, intrigued, and infatuated. If only for this moment at hand.

"Hey, who's that?" One of the girls surrounding Lyle jerked a finger in the shaddow-hidden man's direction, having caught his stalking eyes. "He's looking at you." He caught her words, still staring indiscreetly, he chanced a glance at the boy on stage before presenting Lyle with his attention once again.

"Who?" Lyle's soft whisper was surprised and puzzled, head whipping to the direction motioned and saw the outline of a man. "Oh, him? I don't know him." But after he said that, a friendly smile was stolen from his lips, a small wave commandeering his hand. He savored the shocked look from the other party, dark eyes wide and sharp features disbelieving. His hand jerked toward his group, inviting this strange shadow-hidden man to join them.

But he couldn't. He looked over the flamboyantly dressed Mercutio one more time, which would never be one too many it seemed, along with his confused friends, before adverting his gaze. Damen's powerful voice had finally stopped, and suddenly shadow-man's face overtook a look of shame. As the booming voice of the director called the next auditioner, Damen's broad smile infected this man hidden in the shadows. When the hopeful want-to-be-desperately Friar Lawerence climbed down the stairs, step light-hearted and soul happily dancing, he was stopped by Lyle.

"Great job," was his first words, a congratulating smile on his ever-changing lips.

"I thought you were gonna suck," one of the men by his side said offhandedly, which, at hearing the clear voice, made the shadow-man stride away from the shadows and toward the group. They were only on the other side of the middle section of seats; a small amount of straining and he could hear their words clearly in this deafening silence. Another chance glance at the stage, and her actions seemed to speak louder than words, which only leveled a mere whisper.

Damen's face was crestfallen, eyes flooded with hurt; the speaker smiled reassuringly. "But you actually did really good." At the turnaround, Damen's face brightened considerably, the other man who had stepped away from the shadows was already by his side. He gave a relieved sigh at hearing those words. Even one bad critique and it would take quite a while to lighten Damen's mood.

"What did you think?" Lyle's kind voice asked the new member of the group. He refused to look at the Mercutio auditioner and instead smiled warmly at his friend.

"He did brilliantly." He loved the look in Damen's eyes as he smiled back. "Only, we need to work on that shyness of yours!" It was said as a joke and, having been said many a time before, Damen gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Just make sure you're in the front row, Clyde," he laughed like a child, eyes squinted and hand covering his gaping mouth. It seemed the group had vanished on them, and for that Clyde was glad, both for Damen and himself. Lyle, the bewitching beauty, was nothing for him to gawk at now, not when his friend was giddy with the approval and praise of his peers.

"Clyde?" Another male from the group asked, taking his attention from his giggling friend. "Clyde Rivers, right?" A nod from Clyde and a hand was thrust his way. "I'm Ross Shawl."

Lyle threw his companion a confused look, a dazzle of amusement twinkling in his eyes. "How do you know Clyde, Ross?"

A blush stained his cheeks, and the same hand that had cluthced Clyde's a moment ago was scratching the back of his neck. He gave an embarrassed chuckle, eyes shut as to avoid anyone's gaze. "I think I'd rather not say."

"Oh!" It was as if the most obvious thing was discovered in Damen's mind. His deer-like eyes and meek demeanor were provoked when everyone's eyes were upon him. But his need to explain this obvious truth overcame his shyness. "You're the one that walked in on Clyde, aren't you?"

"Walked in on him doing what?" Lyle's voice still held a bit of confusion. The same confusion that was etched on the other group member's faces. Clyde glanced at the Mercutio-esque boy, his voice having an edge of that ever-clear amusement, and questioned the innuendo of that statement with his eyes.

Clyde quickly adverted his gaze, taking this moment to look over Ross. The man had the same build as Lyle, slim and lacking fat, with average height. His hair was a dusty blonde, dark highlights claiming the strands' purity. The green irises were dull and misleading, seeming to change colors at whatever moment. His features were soft and girlish, but his demeanor and stance demanded respect while, at the same time, screamed friendliness. This man was very familiar. And, thinking about the same man quite some time back that walked in on a very personal moment for him, they were quite alike. Maybe it was the same person.

"I was singing," Clyde explained simply, three words that, he thought, could justify this entire puzzlement, but only left the people more confused.

"You sing?" Lyle asked, his gorgeous blue eyes shining with curiosity that Clyde felt he couldn't satisfy. More and more wonderment sprung his fleeting infatuation for the boy, yet claimed his attention be wavered and leave this actor be, for nothing was to be wondered.

"He has a beautiful voice." Ross had such a warm voice, as though he were reliving the moment he opened the door to that small classroom and caught sight of the singing Clyde. The boy oblivious to the world arund him, staring out the window longingly, voice smoothly floating around the room. His voice had been so soft and gentle, the lyric-free song catching his soul more than any words ever could. The sad gaze in his eyes, the miserable slouch of his shoulders, the desperate mood in his voice all drew Ross in. Reeled him in; demanded his utmost attention.

It was his first time gazing at such a beauty, and though he knew love at first sight didn't exist, he was quite mesmerized. Quite captured, enraptured, intrigued, and infatuated. But no matter how he viewed it, wished it, or protested it, this was no fleeting infatuation. Even now, staring at that same face from before, albeit adorning a comfortable smile, light blue eyes, and proper posture this time. His voice had remained smooth and gentle; Ross was once again captured by it.

"Thank you," Clyde said simply, gratitude clear in his eyes but hidden in his voice. He turned his attention to his friend. "How long do you have to stay here?"

Damen smiled, "We can leave whenever. My audition's over," he gave a shrug, a signature move that he really didn't care one way or another.

"Ah, well," the warm voice, not matching the creepy attitude from long before, started again. "I'll go get our stuff. Be right back." And in a moment, his feet were carrying him away from the small group, head thrown back to look at the air above him rather than looking ahead or below. His hands crept behind his neck, elbows sticking out on either end, and he walked casually toward the exit with a fleeting step.

The group watched him go before Damen smiled sweetly and spoke to Ross, "You're pretty lucky, you know. Clyde never lets anyone hear him sing, not even his family or closest friends." Damen's sugary smile had not faded at the curious gazes from the new acquaintances and the happy look on Ross'. "He hated the thought of anyone hearing him - too embarrassing for him, I guess?" He laughed, ignoring the questioning looks he kept getting. "For a long time, I was the only one that had ever heard him sing. But when he told me you walked in on him singing, he didn't seem bothered by it at all. Which is strange, considering he was all flustered when I heard him."

"Really?" Ross said, as if he had to say something rather than stay silent like he wished to do. Stay silent and relive the words like he wished to do. But he opted to speak, and in turn, rolled the words continuously in his mind, savoring the feel of that information. The fact that Clyde had been okay with him hearing that sad melody.

"Mhm," Damen hummed before turning to Lyle and flushing dramatically. "I wanted to tell you before, but I was on deck," his words were rushed and embarrassed, his nervous state causing his speech to slur and become rather quiet. All of Lyle's friends recognized this behavior and either raised an eyebrow curiously or waited for the comment. "You did really, really well. You have such talent, Lyle."

Lyle smiled, a small laugh escaping his throat. "Thanks a lot. That's really sweet, Damen." Anther heated blush and Damen was smiling broadly.

This reminded Ross of Lyle's affect on people. It was hard not to like the boy. He didn't normally do anything to get himself noticed, besides acting, and either people let him slip past or clung to him and adored him. But the man was quite a looker. He had quite a lot of female admirers, and even some men would get embarrassed in his presence. Not always because they liked him, but because he was admirable, and jealousy was also a common factor in these boys.

Clyde was probably just like those other boys. If the staring from before was anything to go off of.

"Are you ready, Damen?" Clyde interjected, a bag secured in each hand. He took one look at the embarrassed Damen and the smiling Lyle looking at each other and raised an eyebrow before laughing a little.

"I know you don't believe in it, but.." Damen trailed off, just vague enough that no one really had any idea what he was talking about. But Clyde seemed to understand exactly and his expression darkened ever so slightly. Ross was surprised by this, not the only one that seemed to catch the change, and curious as to what they could be referring to.

"Don't be an idiot," he said simply, warm voice shattered and replaced by a harsh, strict tone. From being friends for quite some time, Ross could tell Lyle cringed at that tone. He hated harsh tones, angry eyes, and violent behaviors. Thus why he was always smiling and friendly. This attitude had even rubbed off on Ross, but he knew better. He didn't flinch at the tone.

Damen deflated, it seemed, and swept his eyes over the group. "I'm going to leave now, good luck," he said before taking the bag held out to him and leaving alongside Clyde. Such impulsive behavior, Ross knew, but his hand stretched in an instant to grasp at what could've very likely been a figment of his imagination. But luckily it was Damen's sleeve, and the second the meek boy turned around, Ross requested to join them.

The auditioner glanced to his partner. Clyde glanced between Ross and his companions before shrugging, "Sure, but you might want to explain to your friends."

Ross turned to see his friends' bewildered expressions and smiled earnestly at them. "We're done anyways, aren't we? I'll see you guys tomorrow; I just wanna see these guys off." As soon as Lyle shrugged with a smile on his face, it seemed everyone had come upon the same decision. He waved at them and walked with the other two.

"So what was with that thing before?" Ross asked once they were out of the auditorium. He had grabbed his bag along the way to the exit, slinging it over his shoulder and trying to get any words out of the two beside him.

Damen chose to respond, seeing as Clyde was walking in front of them without sparing a glance backward. "He's upset, if you're wondering," he dodged the question, but at the openly puzzled eyes, he sighed. "I was talking about love at first sight back there. He hates that saying. With a passion. But I'm the type that likes someone easily and quickly, so I'm used to thinking it exists." He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. "Clyde calls me shallow when I say I believe in it though."

Ross nodded and had to hold the overwhelming need to smile inside. Someone who so vehemently hated that love-at-first-sight bullocks wasn't extremely difficult to find, but it definitely wasn't a walk in the park. Not that he'd been searching to begin with. But it was a plus, and somehow he felt that bubbling feeling in the pit of his abdomen grow stronger. He really did like this guy.

"I'd have to agree with him, though," Ross replied honestly, looking at Damen but feeling Clyde's curious gaze. "At first glance, you can't see their soul. All you can see is their outer shell, what ever their most dominant mask is, their appearance. So when you're falling in love at that instant, it's their front, or their looks, that you're falling for. Not their person. Which isn't really love at all. It's a lot different than liking someone easily and quickly. But, if you were capable of seeing someone's soul, their good points and bad points, their likes and dislikes, their worries, pain, fears, and memories all in one glance, I'd be impressed and let you love at first glance. But I've yet to meet someone like that." His smile was impish as Damen's face turned from understanding to surprised to something Ross couldn't quite put a name on.

"What is it?" He asked after a moment of simply looking at each other, yet masterly navigating toward the car.

"You sound just like him," Damen said softly, looking to Clyde's back and smiling. "The speech was almost the exact same."

"Really? That's funny." Ross laughed whole-heartedly before skidding to a stop. "Is this your car?" he motioned to the blue sports car in front of them. Damen nodded.

"Did you need a ride?"

Ross shook his head, "I only wanted to see you off. You'll be safe?"

Clyde replied, his voice seemingly imposing on this conversation as it had not been used once. "We'll be safe, no need to worry."

The two climbed into their seats, after Damen had childishly hugged the new friend. He was blushing and nervous as he did so, but Ross had only ruffled his hair and held onto him a little tighter. As the possibly future Friar Lawerence buckled himself in, Ross slammed the car door and walked around the front of the vehicle to the other side. His dim emerald eyes watched as Clyde buckled himself in as well, his hand grasping the handle of the door as Ross grabbed the top of it. He swung around, making sure the car door was unable to close before lowering his head to look directly into Clyde's eyes.

"I know you're interested in Lyle," he paused to glance at Damen, "you both are, but can I kiss you?" Clyde looked shocked by the request, baffled and embarrassed. His cheeks drunk in the color of red; his eyes stared bravely back into Ross'. His lips were pursed in what could be considered contemplation. Damen beside him seemed bubbly at the question, giggling and watching intently.

"Why?" The voice was smooth and careful, tredding on shells.

But Ross had been anticipating this question, and replied honestly. "I like you, obviously. Since I first walked in on you singing. Some amazing luck let me meet you again; I figured I shouldn't let this change go." One of his hands gripped tighter on the car door while the other nestled in his pocket.

"There's no such thing as luck," Clyde retorted with a huff, but his small indication of acceptance - his barely noticeable jerk of the chin - didn't go unnoticed by Ross. He leaned in instantly and placed his lips over Clyde's. A mere second and the pressure was gone, Ross was standing back up straight, and Clyde was wondering how such a small touch, barely anything to remember or care about, made tingles fly down his spine.

"Be safe," he said, smiling, before closing the car door and waving. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" A numb nod from Clyde and an enthusiastic one from Damen, and the engined revved. Ross still stood there standing as the car backed out and left the parking lot. He nestled both of his hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet back toward the entrance of the auditorium.

It was his second time - he remembered the look on Clyde's face as he leaned in - gazing at such a beauty, and he knew love at first sight didn't exist, but he was quite mesmerized. Quite captured, enraptured, intrigued, and infatuated. And maybe, even though love at first glance didn't exist, someone you liked at first glance could become someone you love. Just maybe.

Ends.

Notes: Don't ask. I have no flipping idea. / I hate not plotting, it never turns out like I want it to. :( Review?