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Post by Thursday on Sept 28, 2006 0:09:36 GMT -5
Lydia was doing nothing to help the matter. She insisted on sitting in on every rehearsal much to the annoyment of Mr. Jensen. She was worse than a director. After every scene she jumped up and offered her critique. Especially the kissing scene. I had no idea plays were such work. If I'd known i never would have agreed to to it.
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Post by Thursday on Sept 28, 2006 0:16:11 GMT -5
I made it through the day. Barely. I nodded off in Chemistry and was poked several times by Emily to wake up. Finally it was our teacher Mr.Kelly who woke me up completely by stating to the entire class," Come on everyone hurry up! Anna is falling asleep again!" It was mortifying. But I'm sure it was deserved. I made it to rehearsal with 5 mintues to spare and promptly threw myself down in one of the folding auditorium seats and closed my eyes. "Hey, Anna," a voice said next to me. I cracked open one eye. It was Owen. Surprise surprise.
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Post by kat on Oct 15, 2006 23:50:56 GMT -5
"Hi Owen," I said. "You look like crap."he says. I can't help but smile. "You sure know how to flatter the girls don't you?" Owen grins sheepishly. "But don't they like honesty too?" I roll my eyes. "Not that honest. I just had a really late night and I really really don't want to be here." Owen smiles at me. "I'm sorry. It will all be over soon." He was about to say something else but Mr. Jensen came barreling through the doors and clapped his hands. "Okay people! We have a lot of work to do today! Up! Up! Up!"
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Post by Thursday on Oct 17, 2006 13:40:22 GMT -5
Everyone stood up and walked to the stage and gathered around Mr. Jensen. "Opening night is in a week people!" Mr. Jensen announced as if he were saying," The new president is..." "We need to get focused! This is a disaster so far! The emotion just isn't there. Which is why today is devoted to the climax of the the story..." He paused dramatically as if we didn't already know the answer. "The kissing scene between Nicki and Teri!" These were the words I was dreading. "Anna and Owen! You march your butts back to the prop room and practice! I want this to be perfect!" Sniggers filled the auditorium. Well can you blame them? Mr. Jensen was basically telling us to go make out!
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Post by Thursday on Oct 17, 2006 14:04:08 GMT -5
So Owen and I make our way to the prop room, my face growing redder with each step I take. Why did Lydia have to fail? I would have been happy with the smaller part. The smaller part where I wouldn't have to kiss Owen. It would make my life so much easier. Once in the prop room with the door shut I feel much better even if everyone knows what we're doing in here anyway. The prop room is one of my favorite places in the school. Whenever I have free time in class I always sneak down here and just relax. I could sit in a forest or a castle or even stroll the yellow brick road. It's filled with tons of stuff that seems like junk but the drama staff would know otherwise. Right now a huge stair set dominates the space. It's for the play. Where to be exact the infamous kissing scene was to take place. I clear my throat to break the silence that had fallen over Owen and I the second we closed the door. "I guess we'd better start," Owen says. "Yeah," I say trying not to sound as nervous as I feel.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 18, 2006 19:09:04 GMT -5
"Um, Anna?" Owen asks. "Yeah," I answer, pulling myself out of my thought bubble. "You start." "Oh, right." I say completely mortified once again. I climb up the stairs to the top and take my pose with my script. "Can't we just turn the ship around, Nicki?" I ask as Teri. "No," Owen says as Nicki. "I've already asked the captain." I pause for dramatic effect and then sneak a peek at Owen. He's looking right at me, waiting for my to say my next line. I quickly look away and deliver the line. "Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories." I try as fill my voice with emotion as Mr. Jensen keeps urging me to do. "We're heading into a rough sea Nicki." "I know," he says in that deep voice of his that keeps sending all these shivers down my spine that I know I'm not supposed to be feeling. Uh oh. It's time.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 18, 2006 19:20:18 GMT -5
Owen bends down gently and puts his hands on the back of my neck and then lightly puts his lips on mine. We both pull back right away, both unprepared for the feeling. But we look at each other and it's like he's reading my mind and I'm reading his. We don't pull away and suddenly he's kissing me again and that's exactly where I want to be. Our scripts fall down to the ground and Owen's pulling me tighter against him. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that this is wrong but another part of me is saying, "Shut up! Keep kissing him!"
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Post by Thursday on Oct 18, 2006 19:37:19 GMT -5
But all good things must end and I pull away from him. My cheeks are flaming. "Anna-" Owen trys to say but I'm not listening. I'm too busy picking up my script and walking out the door. Once I hit the stage I'm running. Away from Owen and the play and Sara and her cryptic warnings. I hear someone running after me and then grab my shoulders. It's Owen of course. "Anna, I'm sorry. We just got a little carried away," Owens saying. His hands are still on my shoulders I notice. "Yeah, it's fine," I say. "Are you coming back to rehearsal? I hope what happened didn't upset you." "No, no," I say laughing like an idiot. "I'm just feeling a little hot." Yeah that's the understatement of the year. "I think I might be coming down with something." Yeah, guilt and shame. "Okay," he says giving me a weird look." I'll cover for you." "Thanks," I say and think about giving him a little hug but I don't trust myself enough to touch him again.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 19, 2006 14:10:08 GMT -5
Once in my car, on the road, and away from the school I started to relax a little. It was just a kiss after all. Not even a real kiss. A stage kiss. Well...sorta. The kiss is only supposed to be a little one not a full scale make out session like the kiss with Owen was turning into. I just can't explain it. I have a boyfriend for goodness sakes! I'm not supposed to enjoy kissing another boy! I'm not supposed to be kissing another boy! But I did. And I liked it. I am lower than the low. I'm practically an adulterer! Oh god. I decided the best thing for me to do was to get some coffee and turn to the only person I knew could help. I couldn't go to Lydia. God, if I told her the entire school would know by tomorrow. No, I went to Emily.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 19, 2006 14:13:00 GMT -5
Ten minutes later, I'd barely just gotten my coffee when Emily came bursting into the Starbuck's. "Oh. My. God." she exclaimed. "You get your ass over here Anna Crain and tell me everything." What had I started? "Calm down Emily! It's not that big of a deal.!"
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Post by Thursday on Oct 24, 2006 7:13:30 GMT -5
"Bull shit, Anna!" she exclaimed loudly enough that more than a few faces turned our way. I grabbed her arm and lead her to a table and once there told her in hushed tones about the kiss with Owen. After I finished Emily looked dumbfounded. "So?" I asked nervously. "Say something!" Slowly the corners of her mouth began to inch upward into a knowing smile. "I knew you two would end up together!" I groaned. "We aren't together! I'm with Chris and now I feel like crap! I cheated on him!" I laid my head down on the table. "It was for the play!" Emily protested. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I had to enjoy it or kiss him back. Oh, what am I going to do?" Emily looked thoughtful for a moment. Again I got the feeling she knew something I didn't. I was getting that feeling alot lately. "Honey, you did nothing wrong." she said putting her hand over mine. "You can't help what you feel. And if you think you like Owen there's nothing you can do to stop it." "I think I should tell him." "Who? Owen?" Emily asked getting excited. "No! Chris! I think I should tell him." "What?" Emily spat out along with a sip of her nonfat grande latte. "Gross." I said wiping off the table. "I can't go on pretending like nothing happened. I can't have it hanging over my head." "I wouldn't stress too much about it, Anna." Emily advised. "Nothing happened. You guys were rehearsing." But I know it wasn't just a stage kiss. Those things I felt were real and now the question was, What in world was I going to do about it?
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Post by Thursday on Oct 24, 2006 19:17:19 GMT -5
Over the next few days, my mission, my goal in life was to avoid Owen at all costs. In class I was safe. The teachers were so hot to trot on cramming as much information into our brains as possible we had not one spare second to ourselves. Everytime I saw him, my face heated up at the memory of his mouth crushed against mine and his arms around my waist. Yes, it was best to just keep away from him. I was also avoiding Chris. not that this was too much of a problem. Chris had pretty much disappeared off the face of the planet. Basketball was monopolizing all of his time. I was lucky to get a, "Hi babe," and a quick kiss in the morning. Not I minded. It gave me time to decide if I should tell him about Owen. Emily's advise was still echoing in my head. It was just rehearsal. Nothing else happened. I had technically not done anything wrong. But in my heart I knew I was betraying Chris.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 24, 2006 19:41:03 GMT -5
Tuesday, after lunch I was heading early to my locker to pick up some books. The halls were quiet and empty. I had just slammed my locker shut and turned around, only to scream and jump half a foot in the air. Owen had appeared behind me. "Holy crap!" I exclaimed and then slapped him on the arm. "Don't do that again!" Owen laughed. "Sorry, I didn't think you'd be so jumpy." "Well, only around you," I whispered under my breath. "What was that?" he asked. "Oh, nothing." I answered innocently. "What do you need?" "You've been avoiding me, Anna." Damn. He was on to me. "I have not!" I denied feigning indignity. "I've just been very busy." "Bull."he said with a snort and then he put his hands on the lockers behind me, pinning me to my locker. "We both know what this is about." "An- and...what would that be?" I asked my face turning bright red. "This," he said simply and then he moved closer.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 24, 2006 19:47:32 GMT -5
Then he was kissing me again only this time I kept my head. I immediately pulled away and then slapped him again on the arm. "Owen! What the hell do you think you're doing! I have a boyfriend!" "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it." he said smiling. "It's not funny. I'm with Chris and I love him. I'm not going to jeopardize that." Owen gave a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
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Post by Thursday on Oct 24, 2006 19:54:35 GMT -5
"Anna, I like you. I feel something when I'm with you...when we kiss. I think you feel it too. Don't try and deny it. It was obvious by the way you freaked out the other day. I want to be with you Anna. Chris isn't the guy for you. There are things about him that you don't know." Again with the cryptic warnings! What is it that everyone seems to know but me? "I think you want to be with me too. But if we can't be together right now, I'll wait." and then he kissed me again, lightly on the corner of my mouth. I too shocked to say anything or push him away. And then he walked off. I slumped back against my locker. What was I going to do now?
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