Part 1 – Josh
I watched her eyes light up as her player officially wiped me out with a machine gun. Most girls liked diamonds, but Andy enjoyed killing me every chance she got.
"You really enjoy doing that, don't you?" I asked watching her do her little victory dance on the couch.
"It's one of my favorite things to do," she replied smirking.
"Oh? And just what would be another one of your favorite things to do?"
She dropped her controller and had me pinned down on the couch in a split second. I was sure she was going to kiss me when she leaned over, but her lips didn't head for mine. Instead, I could feel her warm breath on my ear.
"Get massages from Alex," she whispered.
As the tantalizing smile grew on her face, I rolled over and we both toppled off the couch and onto the ground. I muffled her laugh with a kiss. She really knew how to tease me and I loved it. Now it was my turn to tease her. But it wasn't exactly words that I had in mind.
I began planting a line of kisses down her neck to her collarbone where the collar of her shirt fell. I went to push the fabric aside when I heard the distinct sound of footsteps coming closer. I had forgotten that we were in the middle of the living room making out.
"Ahem," my mom said as she walked into the room.
For the second time that day, Andy I got caught making out. We definitely needed to start finding more discreet places.
"Sorry," I mumbled, pushing myself off of Andy. I sat back down on the couch and gave her a hand, pulling her up next to me.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," my mom stated before walking away.
I had to give my mom credit. She reacted pretty well to seeing her teenage son practically mauling his girlfriend on the floor in front of the television.
"I should go," Andy said, straightening out her shirt.
"Or you could stay for dinner and kick my ass again," I suggested.
"Can't. My moms want to go out to make up for the other night when I bailed on them."
"This doesn't mean you're going to see Alex first, does it?"
"No, but it could be arranged." She laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
She gave me another kiss and stood. She began to walk away, but then she stopped.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
She bent over and picked up the copy of Romeo and Juliet that I had thrown on the floor. I was really afraid that she was going to start asking questions about why I had a copy of Romeo and Juliet shoved in between my couch cushions and I really didn't want to answer.
"It's my favorite play," she said simply as she handed it to me.
I didn't really know what to say. I hadn't exactly pegged Andy as the play reading type. And why wasn't she making fun of me for reading it?
"You've actually read it?" I asked.
"I played Juliet in the ninth grade."
My jaw practically dropped.
"Are you surprised?"
I shrugged. "No, I just never saw you as the star crossed lover type."
She rolled her eyes in the playful way that I loved. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I nodded as she walked out of the room and through the front door. I stared at the cover of the book. It was a picture of Juliet standing on her balcony with Romeo down on one knee below her. It looked as if she were trapped and knew that there was no way that she and the love of her life would ever be together.
It gave me the perfect idea.
Part 2 – Andy
I couldn't believe that Valentine's Day had arrived. I was glad that Josh and I had talked openly about it and I was even okay with the fact that we decided not to do anything special, but that didn't really make the actual day any easier. From the moment I walked into school, it seemed like everyone was in the Valentine's spirit. Girls were walking around with bouquets of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals while boys were busy comparing what they bought their girlfriends. I was sick of the whole thing. I just wanted school to be over. But, at the same time I didn't want school to be over because that meant one thing – chemo.
The bell rang. I knew I didn't have much time. My moms would be picking me up to go to the hospital in ten minutes. I ran to my locker, searching for Josh. I hadn't seen him all day. I was disappointed that he hadn't met me outside of the boy's bathroom in the morning. That's what had begun my terrible day.
I glanced at the time on my cell phone. There was no way I had time to look for him and make it to chemo on time. Valentine's Day was turning out to be the worst day of my life.
I walked out the front doors of the school and saw my moms' car waiting for me. I looked around one last time for Josh. Usually on Tuesdays he drove with my moms and I to the hospital. Only once did he have detention and he had to meet me at the hospital afterward, but at least he had made it.
He was no where to be seen.
"Is Josh coming?" One of my moms asked as I got in the car.
"He's meeting me there," I lied. I didn't want them to know that I had no idea where he was. I didn't want them to worry about me. But the truth was that I had never felt so disappointed. Not only was I about to face hours of feeling like total crap, but it looked like I was going to have to face it alone.
My mom started off in the direction of the hospital. I looked out the window as a tear rolled down my cheek. Valentine's Day really sucked.
When we got to the hospital, my moms brought me up to the oncology wing. They offered to stay with me like they always did, but the only person I wanted was Josh. I told them that he was just running a little late and that he would be there son. I did my best to convince them that I would be fine. I didn't want them to stay with me. If I couldn't have Josh, I just wanted to be alone.
My moms waited until I was set up in the hospital bed with the many tubes connected to my arm. I laid back and closed my eyes, just wishing for the day to be over. Maybe Josh really was going with Amanda, Kyle, and Lori to dinner. After all, I had told him that I didn't mind if he went. But the truth was that I did mind. Whether it was Valentine's Day or not, I needed him.
"Hey Andy," one of the usual nurses said as she walked into my room. I opened my eyes and watched her check my vitals. I could already begin to feel the chemo taking effect. It was making my head spin, my stomach hurt, and my whole body feel weak.
"Hi," I replied with little energy. I didn't much feel like talking.
"Where's that boyfriend of yours?"
She jotted down some notes on my chart. I knew she was just trying to make conversation, but I really hated her at that moment for asking me that.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully.
"I can't believe that young man isn't here. Especially on Valentine's Day." I closed my eyes, hoping she would go away. "I'll have to give that boy a talking to next time I see him. Some boys just don't know a good thing when…"
"Look, could you just not talk about him, please?" I asked, practically shouting. The nurse nodded and walked away. I felt bad snapping at her, but I couldn't help it. Josh had hurt me. It didn't matter that it was Valentine's Day and we weren't together. It mattered that he had once made a promise to me that he would be with me through everything and he wasn't there.
I closed my eyes and let my tears fall freely down my face. I wasn't sure what was worse – the pain from the chemo or the pain of being alone.
I went to reach for a tissue when I heard a tapping sound at my window. Due to the fact that I was on the second floor and thought I was just hearing thing, I ignored it the first time, but then the sound came again. Opening my eyes, I looked at the small, square piece of glass and swore that I saw something hit it.
Confused, I slowly swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I held onto the pole all of my medication was hooked up to and stood up. I was wobbly, but still able to hold my weight. I walked slowly over to the window and looked outside.
There was Josh, kneeling down on one knee in the middle of the parking lot in a black suit and tie holding a single, red rose. Completely shocked, I opened the window.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Andy is the sun!"
Part 3 – Josh and Andy
She leaned on the window's ledge, trying to support herself. She had gone from feeling totally alone to feeling like the most loved girl in the world in a matter of seconds.
"Josh, what are you…?" She called out.
"She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."
She smiled as tears sprang to her eyes. "Did you really just say bosom?"
This time he cracked a smile. "That's not exactly your line, you know."
"Oh no? Then what exactly is my line?"
"Something about Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"
"Did you memorize the whole play?"
"Enough of it. Now come on, play along."
"Josh, I don't…"
"You said it was your favorite play. And I'm dying to see just how hot of a Juliet you were."
She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. How could she argue with a guy who was standing in a suit that probably cost more than he made in a day spewing Shakespeare at her?
"O Josh, Josh! Wherefore art thou Josh? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Jensen."
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He said, trying his hardest to remember all of the words he had spent the last few days memorizing.
Neither of them noticed the people who had begun to look out their own windows at the display going on before them.
but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a
Trager. What's Trager? It is nor hand, nor foot, nr arm, nor face.
O, be some other name belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Josh would, were he not Josh called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Josh, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself."
The audience that had grown began to clap.
"Wow, you're pretty good," Josh complimented. "And it looks like everyone else agrees."
She smiled and blushed at the same time. "Josh, what are you doing?"
"Showing you how much I love you." She gasped and felt her legs growing weaker. She suddenly forgot about the people who were watching her and the fact that she had drugs being pumped into her arms at that very moment.
"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt."
She tried to comprehend what he was saying, but all she could hear in her mind were those three little words.
"Stay put, I'll be right up," he yelled.
Before she could say another word, he was walking away. She lowered herself into a nearby chair, afraid that if she tried to get back into bed, she wouldn't make it. Within a minute, he appeared in her doorway, looking even more perfect than he looked from far away. She had never seen him looking so damn hot.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, handing her the rose. She took it was a shaky hand.
"Fake, I know," he interrupted. "I just thought it would be better than the real thing."
"It's beautiful," she said.
He approached the chair she was sitting in slowly and knelt down in front of her.
"I'm sorry I didn't get to see you today. I've been rehearsing those lines all day. I wanted everything to be perfect."
"You thought of this all by yourself?"
He nodded. "I know we said that we weren't going to do anything special for Valentine's Day, but I wanted to surprise you. And when you said it was your favorite play, I thought what better way to celebrate the most romantic day of the year with the most romantic play ever written."
A tear slipped down her cheek. Josh wiped it away with the light touch of his thumb.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For doing this for me. For reminding me that I'm not alone."
"You're never alone." He caressed her cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry that we couldn't celebrate Valentine's Day the way you wanted."
"Trust me," she said. "This is way better than anything I could ever have wanted."
"I also wanted to tell you…" he dug into his pocket and took out a black, velvet box. "How much I love you." He opened the box revealing a small, silver ring.
She looked at him with tears brimming in her eyes. "Oh, Josh. I…"
"It's a promise ring. A promise that I'll always be there for you."
He slipped it easily onto her finger. "I love it. And I love you, too."
He kissed her lightly on the lips, knowing that there would be plenty of time for sharing their love for each other when she was feeling better.
"Come on, let's get you into bed."
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the chair. Dragging the pole with one arm, she looped her other arm tightly around his neck and leaned her head against his chest. He placed her gently down on the bed and covered her with the blankets.
He dragged the chair she had been sitting in over to her bed and he sat down. She laid on her side so she was facing him and she wrapped her fingers around his.
"Oh, and there's one more thing," he said, reaching into his pocket.
"What is it?" She asked, beginning to feel her eyes drooping closed.
"Just a little something for my Juliet."
He opened the book and began at the beginning.
"Two households, both alike in dignity…"
Author's Note: Well, that's it. Even though I didn't make my Valentine's Day deadline, I hope you liked it! Thank you to all of my loyal readers and reviewers. I already have another idea for a story so check back soon!