(Author's Note: I don't know much about the play, and when I looked up the script, the thing was too damn long. And no way ever will I read the whole thing for the part I want. So I just change it to what I imagine the play to be like. Sorry.)

Drew looked into my eyes. "I love you, Juliette."

My heart started to beat fast. "Then why have thou kill thou self?"

(Author's Note: What in the name of Shakespeare is thou? I'm thinking it means you while thy means I. I tried to look up thou but it's definition was the abbreviations of thousand. Thanks a lot Google.)

"I thought thou had died, so in despair thy drank the poison."

"Oh Romeo, if thou shall die, thy shall come with thou."

(Author's Note... Again: Now even I don't get what I'm writing with the thy's and thou's! This is the last A/N in this chapter, I promise.)

He lifted his hand to touch my face. "May we meet again in heaven my beloved Juliette."

Drew slowly closed his eyes and his hand fell on the floor.

I sobbed silently to myself. I grabbed the cup, but found it empty. So I grabbed the knife that was fasten to Drew's belt.

"May our love be eternal even in death."

I stabbed myself in the stomach. With a gasp, I landed on top of Drew having the knife clatter on the ground.

Mr. Hamlet applauded, probably on the verge of tears. "That was beautiful, just beautiful."

I lifted my head. "Thanks, we've been practicing for a while now."

"And it paid off," Mr. Hamlet, my drama teacher, said. "A+ both of you."

Drew sat up. "Great, now I can stop talking like I'm from the 17 century."

"Actually we've been talking from the 15 century," I corrected.

Drew stood up and held out his hand. "Blah, blah, blah. At least we got a good grade."

I took it. "You get most of the credit, especially you overreacting when you drank the poison."

He grabbed the cup. "Give me some credit."

I rolled my eyes and got the cup. "Would you like martini shaken or stirred?"

He smirked remembering our previous practices. "Do I look like I give a damn? But do hold the poison."

We laughed at our little joke together.

"Hey can you two stop flirting with each other and let the next person act?" Some kid yelled in the background.

We both blushed red and quickly took our seats. The next couple did their version of the scene.

Drew nudged me. "You know what day it is today?"

"Er....pizza day in the cafeteria?"

"You've forgotten haven't you?"

"Of course not," I said. "Can you just remind me again?"

"Seriously, I feel like the girl in this relationship."

"Uh..."

He suddenly realized what he sad and blushed crimson this time. "That came our wrong, I mean knowing days and stuff like that."

I wrinkled my nose. "No you're right about the first thing, you're a total girl."

"Why thank you.... hey."

I stuck my tongue out. "You sure are slow Drew."

"Well you sure are forgetful."

"Nuh-uh, remember at 5th grade and when you 'forgot' to do your share of our project."

"You don't have to remind me, you bailed me out by making a back up report."

"No offense, but I knew the second you asked to be my partner I had to make the report knowing you'll forget."

"Yeah, yeah Julie saves the day. But it's T.G.I.F.4.M, didn't you remember?"

"Of course I did, you're such a tease Drew."

 He faked laugh. "T.G.I.F.4.M is at my house this time."

"Our kitchen still smells after you burned the popcorn and the fire alarm set off."

"It was an accident, okay? I read the directions wrong."

"Well burnt popcorn is my least favorite smell now."

He ruffled my hair. "That's for both of us."

I ringed Drew's doorbell. I was in my pajama shorts and a customized 'I'm With Stupid' tank top Drew got me for my 13th birthday. Ms. Turner opened the door.

"Oh hello Juliette, Drew is up at his room. Do you think you'll need anything for your T.I.F or is it T.M.G?"

"Actually it's T.G.I.F.4.M, and no its fine. We're going to order some pizza later."

"Well okay then, have a nice time."

She smiled, Ms. Turner is like a second mom to me. She sees me as the daughter she always wanted, and sometime's joked how she can't wait until I'm her daughter-in-law. Yup, she also keeps her hopes up for me and Drew.

I headed upstairs, and found Drew writing something like some letter.

"Aw, is that a love letter for me?" I joked.

He was startled to see me. "No, it's some report I have due at Monday."

"For Ms. Evans, English? I finished that in class."

He looked at me. "It's a 200 word essay, are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sat cross legged on his bed.

He sighed. "And I give you Juliette Rivers ladies and gents."

I rolled my eyes. "Show it to me later, I'll proofread it and then rewrite the whole thing."

"You have such little faith in me, Julie."

"Do the essay on tomorrow, I wanna watch the movie and make you suffah!"

He faked gasp. "Juliette, did you just.... used bad grammer?"

I threw him his pillow. "Just play the movie already!"

He tossed the pillow back to me. But since he's in the football team, so he doesn't know what tossing means anymore...

The pillow smashed into my face. I fell back to the bed, groaning.

"Oh crap. I'm so sorry Juliette. I forgot I'm not good and underhand passing anymore."

I groaned. "You suck."

"How many fingers am I holding?"

"Four."

"Oh no, what have I done? I held up 5 fingers Julie!"

"The thumb doesn't count as a finger, genius."

"At least I know her brain is still functioning."

I threw the pillow back at him. "You're paying for the pizza."

"What? Why?"

"You hurt a girl, if your mom knows that you did this under her roof...."

"Okay! Fine! Just don't tell her!"

He sat down then opened his phone to call Pizza Hut.

"Whadya' want on the pizza?"

"What dyo' want on the pizza?"

"I want pepperoni pizza."

"I want Hawaiian pizza."

"Sooo."

I grabbed the phone. "Thick crust Hawaiian pizza, you got the address? Thanks, bye!"

"What the hey! I wanted pepperoni!"

"Hawaiian pizza has ham slices, just pick out the pineapple."

"You suck," he crossed his arms pretending to look mad.

I pouted. "I know you can't stay mad at me forever, Dewwie."

"I hate that nickname, stop calling me that."

"You call me Julie, I don't care about that."

"I called you that since we were five because you had one long ass name."

"It's three syllables. Ju-lie-ette, Juliette."

"Once again, I was five Julie, five."

"The excuses you make Dewwie."

"My name's not Dewwie!"

"Do you know why I call you Dewwie, Dewwie?"

He grumbled, "No."

"Cause it rhymes with Julie," I grinned.

"I would have never guessed," he said blankly.

"Don't be mad at me, I hate it when you're mad at me."

He said nothing.

My chin rested on his shoulder. "Please, don't give me the silent treatment, Dewwie."

He didn't reply.

"I'll pay," I sang.

"Okay." He said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Smooth move, having the girl pay for the meal."

"Now you're making me feel guilty for having you pay."

"I'm not making you feel guilty, it's really you, Drew."

He grunted and pulled out a 20. "Stupid conscience."

"Don't be mad at your inner Jiminy Cricket."

I heard the doorbell rang, its the pizza. "I'll get it."

I grabbed the 20 dollar bill and planted a kiss on the cheek to Drew. I then headed downstairs.

The pizza boy rang the door bell again. Sheesh, be patient will you? I opened the door and Matt Jones was in front of my porch.

"Why hello there, beautiful."

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here Matty?"

"Quite the backtalker aren't you? Well I work part-time as the pizza boy."

"Pizza boy? Fits you."

"Who couldn't resist a hot guy on your doorstep?"

"Just give me the pizza."

"Maybe we could share, me, you, alone in your house. Doesn't that seem a bit tempting?"

Drew said behind me, "I think she'll pass on that offer."

"Oh, Drew. This is you house?" He asked, feigning surprised.

"You've been in my house before, you idiot."

"Hey, I've to a lot of houses, if you know what I mean."

"You'll never change Matt."

"I just didn't know you got dibs on this girl." He winked at him.

"He doesn't have dibs on me, no one can have dibs on me!" I said.

"That's not something you can decide, sweetheart."

"I'm not anyone's sweetheart!"

Drew crossed his arms. "Stop flirting with her, man."

"Can't make that promise, it's against my ways."

"Here's your money, keep the change."

He handed me our pizza. And walked to his car. "Later Drew, see you sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart!"

Then I slammed the door. Flirty player, who does everything he wants.

Drew shook his head. "How he's the captain? I still don't know."

We headed up the stairs and I played the movie.

Drew opened the pizza box and yelled, 'Score!"

"What happened?"

He gave me an idiotic grin and showed me the pizza. The pepperoni pizza.

"You can't be serious," I said.

"I'm sure glad I payed for this one."

I picked up a slice and ate it. "You won this time, Drew Turner."

"With many more wins to come."

Soon we finished the pizza and the movie is almost done. I rested my head on Drew's shoulder and yawned really loudly.

"Tired?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"When the movie isn't even done yet?"

"Sadly, yes."

I yawned and Drew yawned with me.

"Stop that, you're copying me."

"I can't help it, yawning is contagious."

"Or you do it to annoy me."

"Yeah, that too."

I whined, "I'm sleepy."

"Then sleep."

"Another sleepover? Don't you think it's getting more weirder since we're older now."

He raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you care? We've been having sleepovers since we were seven, what makes it different?"

"Forget I ever asked."

"Okay, Julie."

"Dewwie?"

He sighed. "Yeah?"

"Who was the letter really for?"

"What letter?"

"The thing you were writing when I came in."

He tensed. "That's not a letter, that's an-"

"-Essay for Ms. Evans," I finished for him. "You and I both know that you always do essays at the last minute. So what is it really?"

"You'll hate me if I told you."

"Try me."

"It's another turn down for some girl who confessed to me."

I lifted me head up. "Again?"

"Yeah."

"Drew, can I be honest to you?"

"Yeah?"

"You need to grow a pair." I said bluntly.

"What?"

"Are you seriously going to give the poor girl a letter telling them that you reject them. Do you know how stupid and inconsiderate that is of you?"

"I-"

"Sure they'll get over that, but having an emblem of the guy who you confess to saying, no." I said. "That will be the worst thing someone can give you."

He bit his lip. "I know I just, I just can't stand talking to them one-on-one and seeing they're reaction."

"Then man up, Dewwie. Tell the girl, you can't, there's nothing wrong with being honest."

"Yeah, you're right."

I put my head on his shoulder again.

"Juliette?"

Juliette? He never calls me that unless it's really important.

"Yeah, Drew?"

He was silent but then shooked his head. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Never mind, just go to sleep."

I smiled, "More than happy to."

I started to nod myself to sleep, humming to The Bellas's final performance. I wonder what Drew wanted to tell me.

Finally, some Julie(Juliette) and Dewwie(Drew) time together. What do you think of their "relationship" together. So cute.

Movie: I just watched Hotel Transylvania, and it was AWESOME!!!! It was sooo cute, I love the plot. Here are some quotes I love, love, love!

Dracula: [against the window of an airplane, sees a Twilight movie playing]

Edward: Tell me, do you dream of being a vampire?

Dracula: This is how we're represented, unbelievable. (LMFAO)

Dracula: *hypnotizing tone* Never return!

Jonathan: Wait! You mean, never return to the hotel?

Dracula: *stammers a bit* But I just erased your memory! You looked straight into my eyes!

Jonathan: Oh, maybe it's my contact lenses. Hold up. *starts picking at lens*

Dracula: Ugh! That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!

Jonathan: Almost got it. (Ewww, but funny)

Dracula: [after noticing Mavis kissing Johnny then rushes in between them and shouts at Johnny] 

Dracula: How could you? After I shared my pain with you?" (Crying on the inside)

Jonathan: Are these monster gonna kill me?

Dracula: Not as long as they think you're a monster. 

Jonathan: That's kinda racist. (Racism isn't something to be taken lightly folks, even with monsters.)

Jonathan: I'm going to suck you blood, Blah Blah Blah! 

Dracula: I do not say blah blah blah! Where do you people get this from? (Blah, blah, blah. Ha, ha, ha)

[Dracula and Jonathan going through those corridors]

Jonathan: ...stake through the heart?"

Dracula: Well who wouldn't that kill (True story, ROFL)

Songs I love at the moment: 'The Zing' and 'Monster Remix' in Hotel Transylvania. Listen to them, plzzzzzz.

Vomment, or I'l suck you blood.

BLEH, BLEH, BLEH with love,

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