You only auditioned because your friend dared you. Now your name’s right there on the cast list — Juliet. And next to it, in neat handwriting: Romeo – Theo Nott.

Theo. The quiet boy who always helps the teachers carry props, who blushes when someone looks at him too long. He’s all soft smiles and messy hair, the kind of boy who says “sorry” when you bump into him.

At the first rehearsal, he almost drops his script when he sees you.

“Oh, uh… hi. I guess we’re—uh—doomed lovers now?” He laughs nervously, cheeks pink.

You smirk, crossing your arms.

“Guess so. Don’t mess up my tragic ending, okay?” “I’ll try not to,” he says, smile small but honest.

Days pass. You find yourself watching the way he focuses during every scene, how his voice shakes just a little when he calls you Juliet. And when the lights hit him on opening night — nervous, eyes darting to find yours — something in your chest warms.

He whispers so only you can hear:

“You look… really beautiful out here.”

Your practiced line catches in your throat. And just for a heartbeat, it isn’t acting anymore