The fifth period bell rang and Lucy’s classmates hurriedly exited the biology classroom, leaving her alone to pack her things. Paulo hung back a few moments and shot her a cumbersome glance. She pretended not to see him and he exited the room, leaving the teacher and Lucy alone. The teacher was a nice lady. Her name was Mrs. Parkinson and she was a ewe. She had been teaching for many years and was kindhearted and sensitive to her student’s problems. Lucy had always liked Mrs. Parkinson. She dressed rather nice with a knee-high skirt and striped sweater to accompany her labcoat, and she always told the funniest of jokes during biology. Shaking these thoughts from her head, Lucy continued to pack her bag in order to make it to lunch. Mrs. Parkinson glanced at her from her desk, tidying up the class’ recently handed in homework. She peered over her thick spectacles at Lucy’s tense figure and sighed. Lucy hadn’t been the same since Michael had rejected her. After her brief encounter with Paulo, she became fairly reclusive and untrusting. Truthfully, Michael loved her more than life itself, but something inside of him was too afraid to admit it to her. As such, he used Sandy as an excuse to blow off her confession and hurt her far more than she had let on. It wasn’t comfortable either, since they both had scored parts in a musical/play that would have to cast them together as the main leads. Her heart truly ached, but she was clever at covering it up. Mrs. Parkinson, however, could see straight through this façade. She rose from her desk and quietly approached Lucy who had just finished packing her bag.
“Ms. Evans.” The teacher said in a soft voice, crossing her arms and staring down at the small feline. “I sense something is amiss here. Do tell me.”
Lucy stopped twiddling with her bag and stared up at the caring teacher. “It’s nothing, Mrs. Parkinson. Nothing’s wrong.” She motioned to brush past her teacher, but a firm hand grasped her shoulder and held her back.
“Now, Mrs. Evans, I told you I do not like to be lied to. You may trust me, I am here for you.”
Lucy looked away from her teacher and sighed. “It’s something I’d rather not talk about, now.”
Mrs. Parkinson stared at her student for a few moments. “Would you care to speak after school? I can arrange something.”
Lucy thought for a few moments and smiled feebly. “I’d like that. But, I have to rehearse for a play so I’ll be late.”
Mrs. Parkinson nodded gently and walked over to her desk, taking a sticky note from the mess and writing on it. “If you arrive late to lunch, give this to the security guard. I wouldn’t want to make you late.”
Lucy nodded and gently took the note from her teacher. She approached the large wooden door and grabbed its cold steel handle. She twisted it and stepped over the threshold into the corridor. “Oh, and Mrs. Parkinson…?” She called back, making her teacher raise her head to glance at her. “Thanks.”
The sheep grinned and the wooden door slid shut behind Lucy.
The halls were pretty much deserted. She sighed and lifted her bag and headed for the lunchroom. The hallways were a dark blue color and the floor was a worn terracotta tile of the same shade. White lockers lined the walls and the occasional shout from an angry teacher echoed throughout the deserted building. She continued to trek through the hallways until she heard the familiar roars of ruckus that signaled the lunchroom was nearby. She immediately spotted the red double doors and stepped through them into the bright light of the cafeteria. The loud roars of her classmates deafened her slightly as she approached the lunch line. She grabbed one of the plastic green trays and climbed in line behind a large corgi. She slid her tray over the metallic counter as the familiar figure of the lunchlady appeared above her. The large pig sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm, leaving a thin trail of mucus on the white blouse. Lucy shuddered as the pig spoke in a gruff voice.
“Whaddya want, darling?” She said, waving her spatula about.
Lucy stared at the numerous confections before her and bit her lip. “Spicy chicken sandwich and fries please.”
The large pig grinned and took Lucy’s tray to fill it with her order. She slid it back over the top of the counter and Lucy eagerly grasped it. The sweet smell of the food filled her nostrils as she continued down the line to the cashier. The feline grinned at Lucy as she paid, and she stepped away to carry her food over to her usual table, her heart pounding as she passed the familiar figure of Michael. He sat next to Paulo and David as usual, and held the script of the play in his hands, reading it while he poked at his food. Lucy felt tears well in her eyes as she brushed past him, startling him. She nearly had reached her table before he called out to her.
“Hey, Lucy.” He said solemnly, not looking at her. “Still on for rehearsal today?”
Paulo stopped joking around with his friends and shot Michael a look. David continued to shovel his food into his mouth like a pig. Lucy didn’t turn around and took in a shaky breath.
“Yeah. I’ll see you in the auditorium at 4:30.”
Michael stared at her for a few moments before returning to his script. She sighed and walked over to the girls’ table, listening to Paulo once again pick on Michael with his usual usage of the word “wuss”. She sadly slid her tray onto the circular table and took a seat next to the figure of Daisy. The entire group was gather and gossiping as usual. Lucy tried hard to concentrate on their conversation, but her mind kept drifting off to thoughts of Michael. All the good times came rolling back to her and she sighed, taking a bite of her spicy chicken sandwich. Daisy continued to gossip about a boy in her class named Carson, and how he had helped her find a fabulous new bow for an upcoming date. Lucy shut her eyes and closed out the sounds of the cafeteria around her. The faint figure of Michael constantly appeared before her eyes, nearly causing her to sob again. As she was lost in her thoughts, a muffled voice kept calling out to her.
“Lucy? Lucy!”
She felt someone grab her shoulder and instinctively let a punch fly, knocking Daisy over and onto the floor. Upon realizing who she hit, Lucy scrambled to help the blond feline off the dirty cafeteria floor. The boys’ table suddenly became rather quiet as they watched Lucy pull a stunned Daisy off the floor. She brushed her rear end off and sighed. She took her seat next to Lucy again and pulled a compact mirror out of her purse to check her face.
“Lucy-doll, we really have to work on your anger issues.” Daisy said, carefully going over her lips with a tube of lipstick. Lucy averted her gaze back to her half-eaten burger. Daisy sighed and closed the mirror, slipping both pieces of cosmetics into her purse. She patted Lucy on the back gently. “I know you’re still torn over… well… but you can’t let that interfere with your daily life. I don’t think I can take anymore swings from you.” Daisy said, chuckling.
Lucy continued to stare at her sandwich as the girls resumed their gossip. She buried her face in her hands and stayed that way until the lunch bell rang. Once the majority of the students had left the cafeteria, she rose from her seat and carried the tray over to a nearby trashcan. She shot one last longing look at Michael’s usual seat at the boys’ table and sighed, trotting out of the cafeteria and into the bustling hallways. The rest of the school day seemed to drag on as her thoughts drifted into daydreams about her and Michael, always causing a rise from a few of her teachers due to her inattentiveness. Finally, the ninth period bell rang and her class filed out from Mr. Penningsworth’s World History class. She approached her locker and entered the combination. She took as much time as she could, expecting Michael to come to his locker that was situated next to hers, but he did not arrive. She grew tired of waiting and put away her unneeded books and grabbing the musical’s script. She slid her backpack on and traipsed down the corridor towards the large double doors of the auditorium. She stepped into the room and took a deep breath of the velvet smell. The room was large, as you’d expect an auditorium to be. High above her sat the balcony level and seas of red velvet theatre chairs lined the room. She walked down the carpeted aisle and approached the stage. The backdrop wasn’t even painted and the cardboard figurines stood lazily, the light glinting off fresh paint on a few of them. She climbed up onto the wooden stage and turned to face the auditorium. She could imagine all the faces watching her and shuddered, feeling the heat of the spotlights on her back. She examined the set for a few moments before plopping down off the stage and dropping her backpack on a nearby chair. She sighed and climbed, once again, onto the stage and flipped through the rehearsal pamphlet. A few lyrics caught her eyes as she flipped through the script. She cleared her throat and centered herself on the stage before opening her mouth to sing.
“Well, I can say goodbye in the cold morning light,” She sang, her beautiful voice echoing around the auditorium, “But I can’t watch love die in the warm of the night! If I’ve got to be strong, don’t you know I need to have tonight when you’re gone? Till you go, I need to lie here, and think about the last time you’ll touch me in the mooooorning!”
She sung rather well and grabbed a nearby streetlamp prop to slide around it. She opened her mouth to sing again, but she was interrupted by the sound of applause. Michael had emerged from backstage and was applauding her singing.
“That was very well done, Lucy.” He said, grinning.
She blushed and turned her head away from him. “Thanks…”
He chuckled and also blushed, hurriedly rushing backstage again to grab a CD player. He carried it out to the stage and sat it on the wood before plugging it in to an outlet that lay hidden amongst the floorboards. He popped the lid to check on the CD and nodded.
“Alright, what say we start with Act Four, Scene two?” He asked, thumbing through his pamphlet. Lucy remained silent and found the page he was speaking about. His eyes read the lyrics with frightening speed and she slowly looked up from her script to gaze at his face. He suddenly broke his look with the book causing her to hurriedly shift her gaze.
“Think you got it memorized, Luce?” He asked gently.
She looked away and nodded.
He sighed and took in a deep breath. “Alright, let’s do this!”
He said enthusiastically. He bent over to the CD player and hit the button.
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The soulful sounds of Motown relaxed her as the two began to sing.
“Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!” The intro chorus began and Michael readied himself.
“I’m gonna do all the things for you a girl wants a man to do, oh baby!” He began, slinking around her and singing into her ear. “I’ll sacrifice for you, I’ll even do wrong for you, oh baby! Every minute every hour, I’m gonna shower you with love and affection, look out it’s comin’ in your direction!” He got down on one knee and raised his hands into the air. “I’m gonna make you love me, oh yes I will!” The chorus repeated the refrain and Lucy blushed profoundly.
She readied herself for her part as Michael once again stepped around her, using the choreography that the play director had implemented.
“Lookie here, my love is strong you see, I know you’ll never get tired of me, oh baby.” She sung quietly. Michael gave her a knowing look and she couldn’t help but smile.
“Sure won’t.” Michael chipped in, imitating the gruff voice of Eddie.
“And I’m gonna use every trick in the book, I’ll try my best to get you hooked, hey baby.”
“Take me, I’m yours.” He added, winking.
Her voice rose and became more powerful. “And every night, every day, I’m gonna get ya. Look out boy, ‘cause I’m gonna get ya!”
Michael spun her and the two sang the refrain. “I’m gonna make you love me, oh yes I will, yes I will!” He began.
“I’m gonna make you love me, oh yes I will, you know I will.” Lucy finished.
He pulled her close to him and smiled down at her as the song continued. “Every breath I take, and each and every step I make, brings me closer baby, closer to you.” Lucy sang, staring into Michael’s eyes.
“And with each beat of my heart, for every day we apart, I’ll hunger for every wasted hour.” He sang.
She stared up at him and smiled. He looked down and noticed her expression and his relaxed. The two began to lean in for a kiss but were interrupted as a soulful howl from the song sent them both sprawling to the ground. Lucy huffed and scrambled up, brushing her legs off. She stormed towards the CD player and forcefully paused it.
“Way to go, numbnuts!” She shouted at Michael who had just risen off the floor. “You done caused us to mess up. Good work, jerkface.”
Michael growled and approached her, wagging his finger at her. “You’re the one who hiccupped, girly.” He told her.
She snarled and sent a punch flying his way to which he took a blow to the face. He slapped her on the arm. “You’re not supposed to hurt girls!” She said, sending another blow his way. He grabbed her hand and shouted at her.
"You’re not supposed to be hurting anyone!”
She kicked him in the shin and he stumbled back.
“Bitch!” He shouted, hopping on one foot.
“starfish!” She shouted back. She tackled him and both of them fell to the ground, wrestling.
“roostersucker!” She shouted, punching him in the stomach.
“Psychopath!” He shouted back, biting her ear. As the two wrestled, something strange happened indeed. The volleys of punches and kicks turned into tender kisses and gentle caresses, and the shouts of anger and obscenities turned to moans of pleasure and sighs of happiness. Michael rose from the ground and gently brushed himself off, putting his hand out for Lucy. Both of them were as red as beets.
“M… Michael?” She asked in a gentle tone, far much more so than her usual demeanor. His mind was racing but he forced himself to make a split second decision. He pulled her in close and hugged her tightly, staring down at her face. She made a small noise and tears began to well in her eyes.
“Lucy.” He said gently, rubbing his nose against hers. “I was wrong. I apologize.” She squeaked and he brushed his lips against hers. “I love you, Lucy.” He said.
She seemed to melt away as their lips met and she shared a passionate kiss with him. They held that position for a few moments before they gently broke away and Lucy stared up at Michael’s face. “I love you, Michael.” She said.
He smiled and she placed her head on his chest, sobbing quietly. He slowly caressed her face as the doors to the auditorium swung open, causing them both to stumble back and collapse on each other. Sue strode down the aisle with her planner in hand and walked down to the front row before plopping in a chair and crossing her legs.
“So, who’s ready to rehearse?” She called, clasping her hands together.
Michael and Lucy exchanged glances and rose from the dirty floorboards. Sue glanced between both of them and frowned.
“People, let’s leave the drama for the drama club. This is a musical, choppity choppity chop! Let’s go, Act One, Scene one.” She commanded, tapping the end of her pen impatiently on the edge of the theatre chair.
Lucy smiled at Michael and he returned her gaze before they both flipped open their scripts and began to act out the play.
and no I am not sue that's a different character
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