Jason wasn't sure what he was expecting when he auditioned for the play. Maybe he could be cast as some side character, and get to enjoy the work of Shakespeare from the background - or he could have been rejected, and just have a bit of fun reciting the lines he held so dear.

He wasn't expecting to be cast as the main lead, or to be where he is right now: holding the cute girl from his lit class in his arms, her doe eyes blinking up at him.

Sweat drips down his forehead, ones not caused by the heat of the bright stage lamps.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." She voices out, emotion wracking the words.

"T-then move not, while my- my prayer's effect I take." He stumbles over his lines, knowing that he's supposed to share a kiss with you right after. He swallows nervously, feeling his throat dry and close up.

You looked radiant in the light, messy whisps of hair framing your face.

Oh shit, oh no, you're moving closer to him, waiting for the press of his lips on yours and-

"I can't!" He yells out, releasing you from his hold and backing away from you.

The rest of the cast groans as the director lets out a huff.

He sees you shake your head and chuckle as you walk away from him, as though expecting the outcome, taking a sip from your water bottle at the edge of the stage.

"Chickening out again, Todd? Are you afraid of women, or is the thought of kissing me just so repulsive?" Your tone is teasing but Jason can see the slight hurt in your eyes.

"No, I just-" You cut him off.

"Why audition if you're not gonna commit? The show's in a month, and this is the only scene we haven't been able to fully rehearse." You scold him, changing the topic with an exasperated sigh. "You need to get it together."

"I know," He exhales, running a hand through his messy locks.