This was god, laughing his ass off at me.-Lezlie Welsh

At times such as the one presented before me, I really wished I had a hammer so I could just hit myself in the head repeatedly until I passed out from blood-loss. What such situation would have me rather cause physical pain to myself then to go through it? Usually any conflict that has to do with a certain guy by the name of Cillin Whitten who for the past couple days has been strangely distant which is just all good news to me but I should have known better than to get my hopes up that he was actually be somewhat mature and moving on. I should have known that he was just making evil schemes, lulling me into a sense of false comfort then right when all my defenses are down- BAM! Sucker punch right to the gut.

"Why why why would you do this to me? Why? I thought we were friends! Don't you love me anymore?" I asked, whining and flailing about like an overdramatic actor. I was just about to lie down on the stage floor and start pounding with my hands and feet in a completely immature, childish way but a certain wise-ass genius interrupted.

"Lezlie, you are how old again?" Ace inquired and I stuck my tongue out at him, proving that I could be just about any darn age I wanted to be! "Benvy is doing what is best for the production not for your own personal animosity for the other lead." Benny looked up at Ace then quickly away, her face turning a shade pinker as I resisted from making faces.

"Shut up, no one was talking to you." Was the only comeback that I could come up with because Ace was right, no matter how horrid the current circumstance was I just had to grin and bear it- or kill off Cillin, which just seemed like a better idea in whole. I suppose some look of a nefarious nature slipped onto my face because they both suddenly looked very worried.

"Lee-Lee no hurting Cillin, promise?" I twitched at the little nickname Benny was using and wanted to throw myself into the pit (a/n for those of you who don't know, a pit is where the band plays, it's like a dugout but a lot deeper and you can really hurt yourself from falling in… it's like 7 or 8 feet deep) and take my chances with a broken leg. "He's the best guy for the role; you should have seen him yesterday! And I promise if he starts in on you I'll set him straight." Benny was not an intimidating person, there's no way she would be able to stand up to Cillin and have him take her serious.

"Dido for me." Ace on the other hand, while being unnaturally skinny, was a very intimidating person. I mulled it over for a second before sighing and hanging my head in shame. The next three months were going to be pure torture. Torture I tell you, torture!

"Oh thank you thank you thank you Lezlie! You're the best!" Benny jumped for joy, literally, before hugging me as I groaned and moaned, adding a fake sob here and there just for the effect. Yet all I could actually think of is that I had to kiss him. I, Lezlie Welsh sworn enemy of the evil, crooked Cillin Whitten, had to kiss him and not throw-up or gag or attempt to put a stake through his heart, that is if he had one.

"Am I losing my girlfriend?" A familiar voice said from behind me and not even his deep, slightly raspy voice could get me out of this funk. Nothing could get me out of it. "I brought pizza." Well a sexy guy and some delicious pizza could possible help.

"Yes, pizza!" I turned around, smiling happy but then frowned as I noticed who was standing to the left of my sexy pizza guy. Oh just guess who it is! I'll give you one chance, and it's not Satan though they have a likeness about them. You got it, Cillin Whitten.

"I guess we're going to be staring together in this play." Cillin stated with a large, fake friendly grin. Would taking a hammer and beating it repeatedly into my head go against the agreement with Benny to not harm Cillin?


"No touchy." I whispered between gritted teeth as Cillin moved annoyingly close. I knew this was supposed to be a love story but couldn't it turn out to be a murder mystery? Though I suppose it wouldn't really be a mystery if I just stabbed him right here and now in front of all these people.

"Why do you feel that way?" Cillin asked, not missing a beat as he leaned foreword on the squeaky chair, looking deep into my eyes and making me want to do something indescribably mean and painful. I glanced down at my script before looking up again.

"I don't know-" Lean back in chair to get away from Cillin but make it seem like it's, suppose to be there. "-lately I just feel like… like I'm- you know." Glance away, acting nervous as I try to retain from puking.

"Going crazy?" Nod. "Well it's actually quite normal to feel this way." He leaned foreword and I could feel my hands balling into fists as my teeth gritted together. Hasn't this guy heard of a little thing us average people call PERSONAL SPACE? It's like this invisible bubble that spans out in accordance to each individuals preference. Usually my bubble is literally nonexistent since I really don't mind getting up close and personal, that is with people I like. If you haven't gotten that Cillin isn't under my 'like list' then there is no hope for you.

"GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OFF OF ME!" I yelled pushing his hand away as he placed it on my knee. His eyebrows shot up before he glanced down at the script. I also looked down then sheepishly laughed as my eyes glanced over 'place hand on her knee'. "Whoosp." Cillin could hardly contain his smirk as embarrassment took over me and I had at least three dozen set of eyes on me.

So practice pretty much went like this; Cillin making me uncomfortable the whole time, Ace deciding that the whole set was crap and needed to be completely redone, Benny shaking her head and groaning in distress at everything that was done, and finally Aeric giving me disappointed looks from his seat. Least to say afterwards all I wanted to do was either punch Cillin, which seemed like a really fantastic idea at the time, scare one of the freshmen tech's so bad that I make them cry, another excellent sounding idea, or the least fun of them all, go home and take a long, warm shower. Nevertheless, of course nothing in my life can be easy.

"I think we need to practice a bit more." I looked at Cillin with a 'you've got to be kidding me' appearance but apparently, he has his head so far up his butt that he couldn't even tell the look because he completely ignored it. "Listen, I know you don't like me but I don't want that to ruin the play." Isn't it a coincidence that Cillin grows a heart just when Aeric and Benny walk up?

"He's right Lezlie." Aeric said and I felt another five-year-old tantrum coming on. I didn't want to spend another second with Cillin let alone go over the whole, uncomfortable, irritating and just plan awkward play once again. Yet what was I suppose to say? I didn't have anything planned and I didn't have to work so it wasn't like I could use that as an excuse.

"Fine whatever but just a read-through." I gave him a warning look before following him into the green room, which was surprisingly empty. I plopped down heavily on one of the couch's, purposely propping my feet up so he couldn't sit next to me.

"Grow up, like this is a barrel of fun for me." Cillin growled angrily and I raised an eyebrow in boredom. I knew he'd show his horns as soon as everyone was out of earshot but I didn't really expect him to be logical or grown-up about it. "Personally I have no idea why Benvy chose you, probably just because she's too nice to tell you that you suck at acting." Scratch that, Cillin is just an immature ass.

"No one is holding a gun to your head; you don't have to be here." I stated, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're just doing it to annoy me." A bark of laughter irrupted from his mouth as he looked down at me, since he was still standing and I was sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh yes because I want to be stuck with you for a couple hours everyday after school." He snickered at the very idea of that and I felt my throat tighten up as my stomach plummeted. I wasn't going to let him get to me, not anymore. "I did this because I thought Lily was going to be lead, she should have been picked." I honestly had no idea who Lily was or even if she was a real person but I had a feeling, that Cillin really didn't need to make up people. I didn't buy that she was very good though because Benny would have chosen her instead of me, she knew I wouldn't care and would be just as happy helping paint the set.

"Then quit if you're so upset about this." I said in a monotone voice, hoping against hope that he would actually just yell 'fine!' then walk away but I should have known that wasn't going to happen.

"And give up the chance to have front row seats to watch you make a complete fool of yourself in front of hundreds of people? Not a chance." Cillin smirked and I knew he was going to do everything in his power to make me mess up in front of all those people.

"Whatever you say Whitten-" He cut me off by slamming his arms on either side of me, his face mere centimeters from my own. My heart caught in my throat.

"That's right, whatever I say." He whispered and before fear could grip me completely anger rushed through me. Why did I always let him have control? Why did I always let him win? Well he wasn't going to win this one. As his face moved closer to mine, I slammed my knee into his gut before pushing him off me and standing up.

"Next time I'll aim further south, and you could use some acting lessons yourself." I stuck my tongue out at him before turning to walk out; feeling my heart trying to punch it's way through my rib cage. Either I'm loosing my touch or Cillin has a gut of steal because he had spun me around and pinned up against the wall in a second flat. Aeric did mention he was one of the fastest guys on the team before but I'd never seen it.

"Hello there, my name is Phillus Graham but you can just call me Phil, have a seat and make yourself comfortable." At first, I thought Cillin had completely lost it but then my brain remembered the script. So that's the way he wanted to play it, huh? Well two can do that.

"I don't think it's possible to feel comfortable in a place like this." I said my lines; glad that I had a slightly good memory since today was the first day we got our scripts. I knew Cillin was trying to show me up by remembering more lines then me, especially in this position with his body pressed against mine, but there was no way I was going to let him win. I didn't try to struggle, even though I knew I should, but I knew for a fact he was stronger than me and he made sure there wasn't enough room in between us to get my knee up.

"Yes, I know this might be a bit awkward for you." He grinned at the double meaning and I snickered, rolling my eyes too because that was what the character was suppose to do.

"Just a bit." I emphasized my point by glaring daggers at him.

"I'm sorry Lezlie but I wouldn't ever do that to my best friend so don't try it again." I frowned, wondering why he had wasn't doing the script anymore as he pushed away from me, giving me an angry look then glancing to the right. I looked over and saw Aeric, staring at me with an indescribable look on his face.

"Aeric its not-" I tried to rush out but Aeric cut me off.

"What it looks like?" Aeric's face became devoid of all emotion and I could feel my heart plummet. "I'm not going through this again Lezlie, we're over." With that he turned around and walked out, Cillin closely behind with a satisfied smirk on his face. This was god, laughing his ass off at me.

I heard that last line somewhere but I can't remember and it's driving me insane:sob:

Oh on the bright side, I have a deviantart account now so you should all go check it out! I'll probably put up drawings on how my characters look… sooner or later…

Lezlie: AKA NEVER!

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Cillin: Lazy!

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