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oh romeo, my romeo - neil perry ₊˚⊹♡

I finally graduated….a few months ago. Imagine dropping a one shot and dipping, couldnt be me😮‍💨.. lowkey dont like the end but its been gathering dust in my gdocs ya'll im so sorry I didnt have the brain juice for smth better. I do hope ya'll like the "Act" format, mostly for that ✨theater✨ script effect. muah, acantha

A now adult Neil Perry is an actor for a small NYC theater company. He’s had a wonderful time following his dreams without his father’s judgment, but for once in his life, he regrets getting cast in a lead role. He plays Romeo, and it seems he can’t stop tripping over his lines because of his Juliet, you.

He’s more surprised when you invite him to lunch after he messes up a run through.

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ACT 1

Neil sits on the far right of the stage, holding his script book and running lines in his head over and over, occasionally repeating the ones he found himself forgetting a lot.

“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night”

His palms felt slightly sweaty, and he couldn’t help but keep glancing over across the stage, where you were sitting.

“As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-

Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear.”

You seemed to be diligently practising your own lines with his understudy. He wished you were practising with him instead, but the director had asked you to practise with both Romeos “just in case” But he knew the exact reason why.

His eyes admired you from afar, as he kept reciting his lines. He thought you smiled so beautifully, with your eyes glistening like stars in the night.

“So shows a snow…so shows a snowy dove trooping with troves-! crows.” He groans under his breath, underlining his lines over again with the pencil tucked behind his ear.

He seemed to keep tripping over his lines when he looked at you for too long.

Neil was a confident actor, truly. He loved it so much. It was the reason he’d left his life in Vermont, the opportunity to attend an ivy league and become a doctor, to instead live in New York City and be an actor for an almost run down theater program for the last 4 years.

Since you joined last year, he couldn’t really pull himself together around you. You were so beautiful on stage and were practically made for the spotlight, so it was no surprise you got cast as Juliet this fall. He just couldn’t seem to stop his heart from racing when it was around you. You made him so nervous, more nervous than being on a stage in front of a crowd.

Neil re-read the scene again: Act 1, Scene 5…the kiss scene.

By far the most difficult scene he’d have to do in his career. And lucky for him, he just had to be cast as Romeo, huh.

He found himself biting his nails as he re-read the scene over again in his head, a bad habit he had picked up since getting this role. I guess he had you to blame for it, if only you weren’t so sweet, kind, beautiful-

“Hey Neil, are you ready to run the scene? Director’s asking” He almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of your chirpy voice.

He looked up to see you looming over him, the overhead lights seemed to cast a halo over your head, “Fitting”, he thought.

Nodding frantically he mustered up a response, “Yes, yes…I’m ready.”

He knew he was lying to himself, as he certainly didn’t feel ready. He sucked it in though, and you both assumed the positions for the beginning of the scene and waited for your cue to enter the stage.

The beginning of the scene goes well, as multiple other actors take the stage to create the scene of the masquerade. He feels his heart thumping over and over in his chest as the cue to approach you is given.

He extends a shaky hand towards you as he speaks his lines, he’s nervous to meet your eyes, and he finds himself looking down at his own hand. Maybe by looking at it, it’d magically stop shaking.

“If I profane with my unworthiest h-hand

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:

My lips…two blushing pilgrims, ready stand.

To smooth that rough touch with a…a tender kiss.”

He mentally slapped himself for his pauses and stutters, he hoped the director wouldn’t get frustrated at him. Usually, he was the one with the least issues to run over again. He had to wonder if this was how his friend Todd Anderson used to feel in front of Mr. Keating’s class.

You, on the other hand, easily take his shaky hand in yours, giving him a small and almost reassuring smile. Palm to palm you press yours to his and he prays you can’t feel the sweat beginning to cover them. Your touch felt electric.

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saint have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

He tried not to trip up as your eyes stared deeply into his. Your eyes seemed to glimmer in a particularly affectionate way.

You were good at playing Juliet, at making him believe you were falling for him.

“Have not saints' lips, and holy palmers too?” He continues.

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” Your smile seemed to grow more as you spoke your lines, you too, thought his eyes glimmered in a particularly affectionate way. You weren’t blind to how you had Neil Perry stumbling over words, if anything, you found it rather endearing.

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do…They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” You couldn't help but improvise just a little, taking a step closer as he spoke, and intertwining your fingers with his.

His heart almost stopped as you did this, his eyes darting yours in a suppressed surprise as he heard the next lines escape your lips.

“Saint do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”

He gulped deeply, hoping it couldn’t be heard with you being so close.

“T-then, move not while my prayer’s effect I take.”

It was his cue to kiss you. He leaned in and it all felt like slow motion, your lips looked perfectly kissable. You thought his did, too…

“CUT!”

Neil found himself retracting a little too fast, his hand removing itself from yours to instead rub at his neck nervously. The director was staring right at him and really, he felt everyone’s eyes on him.

Which would be normal, if he hadn’t felt like he messed up the last part of the scene.

You had to suppress a small laugh, but were unable to hide the blush on your face. Truthfully, you were all too excited to kiss your favorite co-worker.

“Neil, lemme talk to ya’ for a moment.” The director called him over, calling for lunch break. Everyone was scattering to take full advantage of their lunch break, knowing them, they’d be running lines with a mouth half-full. You however, already had different plans in mind.

“You did great Neil.” You say, patting his shoulder in reassurance, which only made him feel slightly worse as he hopped off stage to where the director was sitting in the audience chairs.

“Yes, director?” The short, middle-aged lady looked at him over her glasses with an eyebrow half-raised.

“Look sweetie, you know I love ya’. You’re my best actor but c’mon!” She placed a hand on his shoulder leaning him in a little close to say something as if it were a secret. “You can’t keep letting your little crush on Juliet get in the way of the scene.”

His heart almost seemed to spot for yet another time as he shook his head.

“I-I don’t have a crush. I just need to practise more, is all…I’ll do better, I promise.” He found himself twiddling his thumbs. And Ms. Director was not looking too convinced.

“Sure you don’t Perry, sure you don’t” She simply shakes her head, giving him a knowing smile as she pats him on shoulder. “Just remember you’re good. And try to not look so scared of her when you speak to her…okay?”

He nods with a small smile, “Sounds good, captain.”

With that she lets him off the hook. He wasn’t fully off the hook just yet, however, as you stood at the front of the stage with your bag and seemingly waiting for him.

“Neil!” You call for him, pushing yourself from the edge of the stage to come up to him, watching him as he gathered his coat and bag.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go on lunch with me? Only if you want to.” You were asking him so nicely, the way you fiddled with the strap of your bag was making his heart stir again. He was surprised you wanted to go to lunch with him after he messed up his lines and kiss scene with you.

Truthfully, you felt nervous. You'd never gone to lunch just you and him, maybe he'd reject you.

In his eyes however, he couldn’t possibly deny you lunch, not when you were looking at him with doe-like eyes and such a sweet smile.

“I’d love to.” He responds, smiling back at you as he puts his coat on.

You looked at him with gleaming eyes as he agreed. The way his eyes turned to crescents as he smiled made butterflies go wild in your tummy,

“Great! Let’s go then.” Weaving your arm in his- an act that surprised him, you led him to a destination he did not know of just yet.

Act 2

You had dragged him to a small diner you had discovered on your first day in NYC. It was small, with usually very few but equally loyal customers like you.

This was your comfort place in the big city, and you wanted to share it with the one boy who seemed to have caught your eye in the short amount of time you’d spent in your new home.

You had surprisingly held back from talking his ear off since you’d gotten to the diner and ordered lunch. Your heart was beating out of your chest and for once, you found yourself feeling as shy as he often was with you.

“Hey, Neil…can I ask you something?” You said, sipping on the milkshake the waitress had just put down on your table.

“A-anything.” He stuttered, taking a sip from his coffee mug. He could barely glance back at you before looking into it like it was the most interesting thing ever.

Was the coffee more interesting than you? You wished he’d look you in the eyes more often, his own pair of eyes were like two warm coffee mugs. You wanted to savor them for much longer than he gave you the opportunity to. To sink deeper into their warmth.

“Are you nervous to kiss me?” You ask, twirling the straw in your cup around while still keeping your eyes to him. You were beginning to regret asking, the shameless question you’d just asked him after the small talk was starting to sound embarrassing as it echoed in your mind.

Yet…you found it hard to look away from him. In a room full of actors, or anyone really, he was the one that shined the most to you. He was the one you were most interested in, with all that passion shining in his eyes. Finding out you’d be playing lead roles together got you to be what was probably the most excited you’d ever been.

Even now, after asking such a blunt question, you were captivated by him, watching intently on how a rosy blush spread into the highs of his sharp cheekbones.

Neil felt embarrassed over the question. He was usually very professional when acting, truly. But it seemed he had become easy to read when he worked with you and he truly wished he wasn’t because now you knew he found it hard to kiss you.

He lets out a sigh he didn’t realize he was even holding before sweeping a hand through his hair. It had gotten longer since his Welton days, he liked it like this much more.

“Honestly…you make me nervous. In general.”

His response makes you chuckle. Like actually chuckle.

He had admitted to it much easier than you had expected, and it was rather adorable.

“But why? I’m not difficult to work with, am I?” You knew you made him nervous but, you honestly just wished to see his talent up close. You wanted a taste of what his passion was like, but this was probably the most he’d spoken to you that wasn’t lines from a scene.

“You’ve been at the theatre longer than me and I’ve seen you, you’re an amazing actor Neil…there’s nothing to be nervous about with me.”

His heart seemed to burst from your unprecedented compliments and the fairy-like chuckle that followed. He found himself staring…like he usually does. His lips eventually curled into a smile, one he hid by taking another sip of his coffee.

“You’re an amazing actor as well…it’s just-” He traces the edge of the mug with his fingers, fighting hard to keep eye contact with you, “I don’t think you realize just how amazing, or beautiful, you are. That’s what makes me nervous, and yes, especially over kissing you.”

You found your own cheeks feeling warm, maybe he wasn’t as shy as you’d thought him to be.

Was he a romancer all along? There had to be a reason he got the role of Romeo…

“That’s really sweet Neil, thank you.” You diverted your gaze from his for just a moment before letting yourself be entranced by those eyes of his again, “I think it would help if we practised together more often, you know? Just you and me.”

There was an undertone of flirtation in that comment, just you and me.

It shocked him just a bit, but he reminded himself to stay calm.

“I’d like that. Practising, just you and me.” He smiled warmly yet again.

You sipped your milkshake as you tried to hold back from making him nervous again, when he seemed to have relaxed a bit. But an idea had popped into your head and you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, Neil. I think I know what might help you feel less nervous with me…”

He tilted his head to the side, giving you a slightly confused smile. He had no idea what you could possibly suggest for his nerves, he’d hoped you wouldn’t suggest something along the lines of switching roles.

Oh no, he would never accept having you play anything but Juliet. His Juliet.

“What would that be?”

Neil watched as a mischievous smile made its way to your face. Your glossy lips seemed to reflect the diner’s lighting as a show of attention.

“...Maybe we should just kiss right now.”

He almost choked up at your suggestion. He had certainly not expected that of all things.

“You…” He ran his hand through his hair, chuckling, “I have a sneaking suspicion you like making me feel nervous.”

“Hey, this is a very serious suggestion, Perry….you could consider it the beginning of our one-on-one practices.” You scooted yourself out of your side of the booth and into his, pressing yourself into his side.

From here, you could smell the scent of coffee on his lips and the light shining like speckled stars in his brown eyes. He was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen.

You were hoping he’d say yes, if only to see if the black coffee he seemed to enjoy drinking so much would taste sweeter when it was from his lips.

Neil’s heart was thumping in his chest like a drum, yet he didn’t feel nervous, no. For once, he found it in him to hold his gaze in yours, shamelessly letting his gaze shift from your eyes to your lips.

The fact you’d not only invited him to lunch, but also invited him to kiss you if he wanted to, told him everything he needed to know.

That he most certainly did have a crush on you and that you might like him as well.

He was not about to give up this opportunity.

He smiled softly, reaching out to take your hand from atop the table. He held it tenderly in his, his thumb rubbing circles atop your hand. Romeo seemed to take hold of his soul.

“Then, move not while my prayer’s effect I take.” He speaks, before slowly leaning in to kiss your petal lips.

Soft, he thought as his mouth pressed into yours.

You seemed to also be feeling deeply into the moment, your other hand reaching to hold his chiseled cheek.

Your lips met for a prolonged period of time, more than was truly necessary for this “practise”. It was sweet nevertheless, sweet and tender.

Neil eventually found it in him to break it. Slowly, as he was savoring the taste of you.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged” He muttered.

The butterflies went wild in your stomach at his demeanor. It was a perfectly romantic act.

“Give me my sin again” you wanted to say, skip lines, just so you could kiss again. But you were too love struck to act clearly, to remember the line between you and Juliet.

“Neil…” You smile, “You did really good.”

You both were smiling silly, side by side like love-struck puppies.

“Thank you…” He mumbled, his hand slowly letting go of yours to run through his hair. “Maybe it’ll be easier to do it during run-throughs.”

“Well…we can always practise one-on-one more. Whenever you want.” You suggest and a soft blush appears on your cheeks. You were certainly becoming shameless about liking him so much, huh?

He finds the suggestion endearing, though, especially when you had been so straight forward before. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

“I’ll be sure to take up the offer…thank you.”

You both decide to take full advantage of your lunch break, finally eating as your food arrives. You spend half of it talking and learning about each other, where you were from, your family, friends, theater…you both were falling deeper without knowing.

Act 3

Bright lights shine down on a tragic scene.

Romeo lays in Juliet's arms, poisoned. But she finds something.

“What’s here? A cup closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.—O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after! I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative.”

With no hesitation, she kisses his lips. Soft and warm.

“Thy lips are warm!”

The scene continues to unravel as watchers enter, but her eyes are only on Romeo’s face, illuminated like an angel’s in the bright lights of the stage.

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief.” She lays Romeo beside her before taking his dagger, holding it dramatically “O, happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die.”

She lets out a pained cry as she stabs herself, the scene fades to black and the curtains close.

Under the darkness, you shuffle along, grabbing Neil’s hand as you go backstage to allow the stagehands to set up the end of the story.

You sit off stage, watching the final scenes. But you weren’t really watching.

Neil’s lips were on yours, and you continued to let him steal kisses between quiet giggles. Your hands were intertwined, and you both felt happy.

It was the last night of the show, afterall. A very successful show with confident on-stage and off-stage kisses. Your Romeo looked handsome in his full costume, and you looked like the perfect princess.

Eventually, everyone was called to stage for a bow.

“Come, princess.” Neil held your hand as he led you out to the stage, he felt more exhilarated than ever before. He felt no regret playing Romeo as your names were called out. Stepping forward among the cast, he held you by your waist and kissed you in front of everyone.

He was absolutely shameless about his love for you.

The crowd roared in applause and cheered over this. You just blushed over the public display of affection as you walked back into the group.

You joined hands with everyone for one final bow. Both you and Neil felt an exhilarated feeling, true happiness over the success of your show…but mostly from the love you’d found in eachother.

The curtains dropped as you held your bow. But now behind the curtain you grabbed him in yet another kiss.

“Oh Romeo, my Romeo” you muttered, holding him tight.

“My Juliet…” Neil’s long fingers ran through your hair, kissing your face over and over.

He was happy you had invited him to lunch that day, and that he’d gotten to practice kissing you so many times.

[END]

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acanthasdreams · 2 months ago

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Chats. i've become those writers that show up with a random note about how bad/a lot of things are happening in their life and they have to leave for a lil bit.

sooooo.

Yeah I promised some things, AND I SWEAR I WILL GET BACK TO THEM. My Neil one shot (and many other wips) will be finished no matter what IDC.

But I'm gonna be in my finals very soon and going thru some family thingzzz so I'll be inactive for a lil bit on here. Will come back right after my graduation on the 22nd I swear ya'll ಥ_ಥ hold out for me.

I appreciated coming back to new followers and likes tho, I'm glad my only one shot and little headcanon (?) were good !!

Good luck to my fellow students 🫡

xo, acantha

#personal #random

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acanthasdreams · 2 months ago

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need to surround myself with studying/locking in dps pics because im having my exams soon but i don’t really act like it 🙏

#real #finals are coming up guys #i need to lock IN

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acanthasdreams · 2 months ago

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call me by your name!anderperry °❀.ೃ࿔*

now playing ; mystery of love - sufjan stevens

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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a song that reminds me of them - all poets ₊˚⊹♡

Trying to write shorter form content for funsies, might change format later tho... phew. Note: These are all just my own thoughts! I was challenging myself to only pick one song for each of them, bc there’s too many songs one can pick (esp for neil) They also don’t have long descriptions as to why bc I’m terrible at writing my thought processes on that lol -acantha

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Neil Perry ₊˚⊹♡

Beautiful Boy by John Lennon "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy."

I wanted to pick a more light hearted song for him!

Bc all the sad ones just...make me sad lol (Please, Please, Please was 2nd in line.)

He deserved love and happiness he's just a baby

All he wanted was a good papa to remind him he's a beautiful boy </3

Todd Anderson ₊˚⊹♡

Hiding Tonight by Alex Turner “Tomorrow I'll be quicker, I'll stare into the strobe lights flicker and afloat I'll stay, But I'm quite alright hiding, today"

I think the lyrics match the way he had to learn to come out of his shell ✨️

I also needed a reason to write about how amazing the submarine soundtrack is

2nd pick was Asleep bc he's also charlie kelmeckis coded

Charlie Dalton ₊˚⊹♡

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen "Ooh love, ooh lover boy. What're you doing tonight? Set my alarm turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy"

I know that boy is a suave good old-fashioned lover boy

He's so collar tucked out, hair brushed back suave.

I love him.

Steven Meeks ₊˚⊹♡

Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka "Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too."

He reminds me of the sound, I don't know how to describe it

50s heartthrob vibe me thinks

I wanna put my head on his shoulder

I think the other poets would want to also

Knox Overstreet ₊˚⊹♡

Be My Baby by The Ronettes "I'll make you happy baby, just wait and see. For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three."

That boy is a hopeless romantic

It played in my head while watching him get Chris to like him in the end.

Gerard Pitts ₊˚⊹♡

Dancing on the Ceiling by Ella Fitzgerald "He's dancing overhead, on the ceiling near my bed. In my side, through the night."

He's a tall lanky boy and the song has tall lanky boy vibes !!

I dunno how to describe it, listen to the song and tell me I'm trippin'

But I feel like he'd be a real sweetheart and Ella is romance-y

Richard Cameron ₊˚⊹♡

Bigmouth Strikes Again by the Smiths "Bigmouth strikes again, and I've got no right to take my place to the human race."

Born with his foot in his mouth - review by Neil Perry.

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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I love you so much you confused anxious weirdo ( I am literally him)

#todd anderson #cutie

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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charlie with meeks

#cute #esnupi #<3 #charlie

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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Thank you sm to the pookies who liked my Charlie one-shot !! <33 AND THAT FOLLOWED ME !? am I tumblr famous yet or what (i am not)

Cannot express how happy I am that it did not flop bc I was lowkey imagining it'd be at like 2 likes by now...

BUT. I have more content that I plan on writing. May or may not be working on a Neil one-shot atm 😈 stay tuneddddd

As a sneak peek to the concept I will leave this: "For saint have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch".

Ya'll literature majors will figure it out easy heh heh.

-acantha

an eligible bachelor - charlie dalton ₊˚⊹♡

Uploading bc it’s the first thing I’ve written that I actually finished. Thank you to the people that replied to me on the Dying Poets Society community board as well ! Also I dunno what the fanon idea of charlie is just yet (im new), I’m just going based off vibes, aura, and other (few) fanfics I’ve read. Warning: May have used “smirked” like 1000 times. Pls be nice 2 me. xo, acantha

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Charlie Dalton was laying on his bed, smoking a cigarette while his stuck up roommate Richard Cameron wasn’t there. Cameron would occasionally participate, but when he was knee deep into playing the tradition, honor, discipline, excellence student bullcrap, Charlie knew wouldn’t hear the end of it for smoking in their shared dorm.

He had decided to skip the usual Friday evening study with the boys.

He’d studied enough, he thought. Meeks had already helped him memorize all the necessary Latin phrases anyways. They now seemed to be constantly repeating a loop in his head

Amo, Amas, Amat…Agricola, Agricoli…

All Charlie wanted to say was blah, blah, blah.

So he took the rest of his day to rest, smoke a cig, read a dirty mag….something to chill him out. And of course, he was waiting for you.

His childhood friend, you were the only person he could actually rely on outside of school. As children of two good business partners, you’d both found friendship amongst the fancy business dinners his parents and yours would host. It was safe to say you’d known each other long enough for him to call you up whenever he had the urge to, which was as often as he could.

You lived nearby and attended Henley Hall so of course he’d find any reason to bother you, asking you to sneak into his school, calling you up, or hanging out on weekends. Now three weeks into the new school semester, he needed to see you in person to have someone on the outside of Hell-ton to talk to. You were busier this year, and he hadn’t seen you much since the summer in which you’d spent the majority of your time together. He was getting withdrawals.

But of course, you almost always put up with his antics. His ways of finding rebellion in conformity was the small taste of rebellion you needed in your otherwise mundane life.

So here you were, skipping through the Welton corridors trying your best not to get caught by a Professor- or worse Mr. Nolan himself. Your casual clothing, that was definitely not up to the Welton dress code for males, was covered with Charlie’s Welton coat. It wasn’t cold enough yet to wear, but it’d have to do with helping you blend in when there were still boys roaming the school, settling in to start the weekend after a long week of rigorous classes.

Finally walking past the recognizable row of doors that made up the dormitories, you take a chance to more swiftly enter a familiar door. You let out a sigh of relief over making it safely, you lean back against it looking at the boy in question, who simply smirked up at you.

“Look what the cat dragged in” He greets, a cigarette hanging from his lips like an old pirate would with a pipe.

You blow a raspberry, taking off and tossing his coat at the end of his bed. All the walking mixed with the adrenaline of sneaking into his school made you warm.

“The cat being you, Charlie Dalton…Though I’d say you remind me more of a puppy dog.” You greet back, getting comfortable in the room you’d been in many times. Tapping his leg with your fingers, he moves his legs for you to sit before laying them casually over your lap.

“A puppy dog?? Ouch…you wound me, darling.” He says, pretending to be hurt as he holds his hand to his heart. But his lips were curled in amusement, inciting a small laugh from you. You pat his leg again, seeming to be quite settled in.

“Okay, okay…so what was the emergency you were calling me about, huh? Cameron irking you again or what?”

“He usually is. Latin class is too. But,” He lets out a sigh as he puts out the cigarette on the metal headboard of his bed,“Can’t a guy just wanna see a pretty gal?”

He leans over to ruffle your hair and you respond with a soft giggle, smoothing your hair back down.

“You see me far too often, Charlie…” You almost blush a little at him calling you a pretty gal, almost. “You know, my mother is actually starting to worry about your influence on me.”

It seemed you’d unintentionally spent the majority of the summer hanging out with Charlie, sometimes just a little bit past curfew. It was something your mother was not exactly keen about since it was often just you and him alone. Not proper for a young lady, she’d said.

Now it’s Charlie’s time to blow a raspberry, it seemed to be something he picked up from you and your reactions to him.

“I am a perfectly good influence on you, missy. Maybe your mother should worry about your influence on me.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you, a dramatically serious expression on his face.

You both knew you had little influence on the free thinking, go-with-the-flow soul Charlie naturally was.

“Sure she should worry…who knows what I could put you on next. Today it’s cigarettes and pipes, tomorrow marijuana.” You act guilty, shaking your head slowly while holding back an amused smile.

“Do you actually know where to get marij-”

“Charlie!” You playfully smack his arm and he laughs, raising his hands in defense.

“Kidding, kidding…” Knowing him, you weren’t entirely sure how true that was.

“On a good note,” He starts, his cocky smirk coming back to his face. He seemed to even puff out his chest a little as he shares, “I know your father really likes me. He says nicer things to me than even my own father does to my face.”

I find yourself snickering as he seems to be extremely proud of his reputation with your dad. You had to admit, he was right. Much to your mother’s dismay, your father was constantly bringing him up at dinnertime, “how’s the Dalton boy”, “I heard this from his father”, “such a bright boy that Dalton”. You already heard from Charlie himself a lot, your years of friendship had him invading your life even when he wasn’t there. Your father loved him, and Charlie used it to the best of his advantage. It was really the only reason your father didn’t scold you for your summer shenanigans.

“I’ve heard, Charlie. Trust me” You chuckle to yourself just thinking about it, but you both knew exactly why. “I’m sure he thinks that the more he hypes you up to me, the more likely I’ll be to swoon for you.”

Charlie lets out a chuckle with that, but anything relating to swooning had him back to his cocky act quite rapidly.

“Like I need him to hype me up, I know you swoon for me everyday darling. Who can resist all of this.” He puts his hands behind his head as he leans against his headboard, lifting a brow and smirking.

The smirk was an ever present characteristic of him, since the moment he’d turned 15, he seemed to have mastered it. It amused you, probably his most charming characteristic.

“Oh, I’m swooning right now.” You roll your eyes before pretending to swoon, lifting a hand to fan yourself from his swoon-yness. That gets him laughing, the way you’d play along with him. He realized a long time ago that you didn’t realize how charming you were, but it was fine with him, only because that meant he got to appreciate how natural you were at it in secret.

His laugh fades out, instead staring right at you. His smirk appears on his face yet again, an air smugness in it.

“I guess your father’s plan worked after all then.”

The plan, both your father’s plans actually. They’d been scheming since they realized how close you’d gotten, which for fathers was actually not too long ago. Probably a year now.

“Ah, yes…turning you into an eligible bachelor in my eyes.” You snort amusedly, your eyes diverting from his own before the butterflies begin fluttering in your tummy.

It had become no secret to you and Charlie that your dad’s had been planning for a “union of families”, when you’d eavesdropped on them talking after a dinner party. They were good business partners, and longtime friends. With their children already being so akin to each other, it seemed the light bulb had gone on in their heads.

But you knew Charlie.

While he went along with what his father wanted, he only did it because he had to. Wellton, an ivy league future, business school. You knew that deep down, he wished to do something he wanted to do. Figure himself out, be a teen. Seize the day, as his new teacher had told him on the first day of his class.

While you played around with the idea of being future Mrs. Dalton in your head, a thought formed from a crush that had been deeply stuffed away in your heart since you’d found out about your fathers plans. The inkling of anxiety over that plan told you that he secretly hated the idea of being pushed onto you. Maybe not because of yourself, but because it was yet another thing written into his future by his dad.

The last thing you wanted was to continue denying him a chance to write his future for himself, even if it meant pretending you weren’t on board with the expectation you’d both wed each other. Allowing it to continue being something you joked around about.

“Well, babe, I already am an eligible bachelor.” Giving his signature smirk, he puffs out his chest again and runs his hands through his hair dramatically, looking suave.

This makes you laugh softly, but quickly your smile falters as you keep thinking about it. Charlie, being more perceptive than one would expect, notices this and nudges you softly on the shoulder.

“What? Am I that terrible of a possible husband?” He says jokingly, trying to keep up the playful atmosphere.

You chuckle lightly in response, trying not to ruin the mood. “No. You’re not…you’re a good friend, Charlie.”

The atmosphere still seemed to change at your genuine compliment, Charlie’s own heart seemed to bloom, and he didn’t know what to do with that. He had never known what to do with it, pushing down his own feelings with the same idea that you didn’t want to be with him.

Funny, since he was the one to flirt with you first, constantly trying to get your attention. He loved having your eyes on him, and only him.

He mustered a playfully toned comment.

“You make me blush.” He says, giving a much more authentic smile to you with a hand to his heart. Truly, it had skipped a beat. Knowing you saw him as a good friend was good, even if he wished it was more.

Silence seemed to fall between you, a comfortable one it seems as you lean your head back on the wall. Both of you seem to ponder it, the thing. But none of you knew what to say.

Finally, you’re the one that speaks up, “How would you feel if our dads plan worked?”

Another beat of silence.

“I know you don’t like doing what your father wants you to do, what he plans for you.”

Your eyes dart Charlie’s face, searching for an answer. He was looking at you pretty intensely, seeming to ponder the idea more deeply.

This is the first time you’ve seen Charlie seem so serious, and he was with reason. He knew what you meant to say, and it’s something he had thought about since the summer you two had shared ended.

Would he mind if you had fallen for each other, outside of your fathers pressure?

Charlie grabbed the pack of cigarettes laying beside him and opened it, and placed one in his mouth. Though he didn’t light it up, it was more of a comfort thing. He was never one to be so serious, and this was both your feelings you were talking about. The last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong thing.

And honestly, he adored you. More than he could ever say. Why else would he want your presence so constantly?

He hummed for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t like doing what my dad wants…” He admitted, his voice seeming quieter than usual as he takes the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. “But honestly…this is the first time I feel like I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, it’d be more of a personal decision”

His smirk returns, this was his way of seizing the day. He didn’t want to waste time going around the topic any longer when he knew deep down that you were the only girl he’d ever thought about, as flirty as he was generally. His gaze returned to you, And he was happy he did, because his answer had made your cheeks turn pink. You seemed almost flabbergasted by his answer.

He’d willingly be with you.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You seem almost confused, but he seemed all too casual about it now that he’d seen how adorable you looked at his honest answer.

He was choosing honesty today.

“I wouldn’t…I’m eligible, your father likes me, you’re a pretty girl.” He lists off, seeming sure of himself. He adjusts himself, removing his legs from your lap to scooch closer to you. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and your heart seems to flutter out of your chest. His heart did as well, but he was much too suave to let it show.

“Seems like a winning hand to me.”

It seemed…like his actions left you speechless. You were able to speak eventually, cracking a small smile.

“Seems like the winning hand was our father’s, in the end.” You say in a jokingly sardonic way, chuckling softly.

“And the losing hand of your mothers.” He snorts right back. “Point is, I win in some way or another.”

He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t when it seemed like the perfect moment.

Damn it Charlie, just do it, he thought before leaning in to steal a soft kiss from you. He’d always wondered if the gloss you wore was flavored. It smelled of cherries, and as he learned- it tasted like it, too. The kiss was surprisingly tender, his hand still on your cheek. You eventually collect yourself enough to kiss back, your heart soaring. It was too early for a full blown make-out session though, so you both pulled away after a few moments.

Dalton felt way too smug with himself about it, very proud of his ability to be assertive for once, after almost two years of crushing on you. You, on the other hand, could only give him a shy smile and looked away.

“I did not know this was how this evening would go…” You admit meekly, unable to meet his eyes after the kiss you shared.

“That we’d seal the deal of you becoming Mrs. Dalton? Honestly, me neither, but…” He shrugged, his hand going to your chin to force you to look at him, “Carpe diem.”

He leaned in again, but this time almost full blown tackled you into yet another kiss. Albeit, it was much more passionate than the first time. You couldn’t help but get lost in it, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, letting his hands into your hair to hold you in place.

You’d have to find a way to thank Mr. Keating for this moment of carpe diem sometime, but you didn’t have a chance to process the pondering on that at the moment.

It was the most magnificent moment.

“Dalton- everyone is asking why you- oh!”

Pulling away with eyes wide and cheeks red, you look to the doorway to see someone who was equally as red-faced as his hair.

“Damn it, Cameron!” Charlie tossed his pillow at him, standing up to push his back out of the door, “We’re having a moment in here, please!”

He closes the door behind him, looking back at you, you were still in complete shock over being caught.

“I think that’s my queue to head home, Charlie.” You say sheepishly, chuckling in embarrassment as you get up and begin putting his coat back on. The sun could be seen as it was beginning to set outside the small dorm window anyways.

Charlie’s little heart almost stopped beating, he wished to spend more time with you after this new development of your relationship. And his want was a lot, with how clingy he already was. But you were right, Cameron had ruined the mood enough. He mentally cursed Cameron even more.

“Fine.” He let out an exasperated sigh, but then quickly put on a satisfied smirk on his face, grabbing you by your sides, “But we’ll finish this another time, future wife.”

That made you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You’d done it once or twice before, and after the kisses of today, they still felt extra special.

“I’ll see you later, Charlie.” Putting the hood of the coat on, you slipped out of his room ready to sneak your way back out of Wellton...the things you did for this boy.

Charlie was sure you’d taken his heart with you… and for once, he was happy his dad had already pre-approved of you as part of his future. He’ll take business school if it means he’ll get to take care of you comfortably.

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“I went in- and they were all over eachother- and…!”

Charlie Dalton was determined to strangle his roommate as he walked into the dormitory lounge.

“Cameron.” He said through grit teeth as he walked up to the group. Apparently, Cameron was already spilling about what he’d seen in their dorm to the rest of their friends. Way to keep his business private.

Everyone was already teasing him about it, making smoochy noises, and holding him back from an expulsion waiting to happen.

“Oh shut up Knox, like you don’t want to make-out with that Chris girl.” The boys all laughed at this, Knox seemed to shut up real quick though (it was true).

“So, what did happen with her Charlie?” Asked Neil, who patted him on the shoulder in a proud manner. He of all people had seen the development of this crush over the years.

“Heh…” Charlie couldn’t help the smugness to come back, the feeling of her lips still lingered on his and it made him feel like a real man.

“What can I say boys…I siezed the day.”

The boys gave him sounds of cheer and pats on the back, impressed by him taking Mr. Keating’s message so deeply into his heart.

“Are we still studying trig-?”

“-You don’t get it, do you Cameron?” Charlie rolled his eyes.

“...What?”

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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acanthasdreams · 3 months ago

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okay dare I say a lot of Charlie's anger AT THE END OF THE MOVIE when he punched cameron was not necessarily aimed at him. earlier in the movie? absolutely. but later on I feel it was more directed at himself.

he was always the protector friend. he was the one who immediately tried to stand up to Mr Perry when Neil was dragged out of the theatre, he was the first one to stand up when Mr Keating wanted them to stand on the desk. He was the leader, the protector, the one to tell the rest it was okay to do something.

He took this self assigned role very seriously and felt like he failed when Neil died. He failed to protect Neil from his father and from himself and so he died.

He saw Cameron as a scapegoat for his failure, he felt that if he was gone, he couldn't fail anymore.

Todd knew this. Todd became the leader. He stood on the desk to stand in solidarity with Mr Keating because he knew Charlie would've done it.

Sorry if this is a bit messy it just came to me

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