BACK		Brown Sugar

By Sofie Hagan

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet.” Eveline’s clear voice filled the room.
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” Kian asked, and wrinkled his forehead, “Wow… Those guys had some serious problems!!” he laughed.
Eveline shook her head at Kian, but couldn’t help but laugh,
“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself.” Eveline said, without even looking at the script. Kian rolled his eyes, “What? What’s Juliet asking? Am I going to call her Rose?” he asked, and faced Eveline’s eyes. They were fully focused on the play, and didn’t care much about Kian’s jokes. He continued reading,
“I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.” He laughed, as a light turned in his eyes,
“Oh, now I get it! They’re afraid of the chicks dad, so they think, that if they call themselves something else, they wont be themselves! And then they can use it as an apology to her dad if he finds out!” he laughed. Eveline laughed, and slapped Kian with her script. She threw it on the bed, and lay down beside Kian. They lay there in silence for a couple of minutes. They were both thinking the same thing, just none of them knew. Eveline’s brown hair, almost touched Kian’s. Her brown hair was the reason why Kian used to call her “Brown Sugar”. She loved that name.
“Kian?” Eveline broke the silence. They were both 15 years old, and had been best friends ever since Kian started in Eveline’s class the year before.
Eveline had been a very quiet girl, whom no one noticed. She never wore make-up, but was beautiful as a thousand models together. Kian had noticed her right away, through the crowd of desperate girls, trying to get his attention. He didn’t care about them - all he wanted was Eveline. Then, one day, he showed up at her doorstep, inviting her outside. She went with him, and they found a fence close to a parkinglot. They sat there for five hours, just talking. They became best friends right away, and had been ever since.
“O Juliet, O Juliet, wherefore is thy speaking art moi?” Kian joked. Eveline giggled, and surrendered.
“Okay, okay! It’s a stupid play!” she laughed. She could hear Kian smile, though he lay with his head beside hers, so she couldn’t look him in the eyes, “But it can help me! I’ve heard that there’ll be a famous director at the premier!” Eveline told Kian, for the twentieth time that day.
“I don’t understand why you have to practice so hard… I mean… you’re beautiful, fantastic and very talented! Don’t worry!” Kian said, and smiled. Eveline blushed, and rose on her elbows, so she starred down at Kian,
“Tell me about your first kiss…” she almost whispered. Kian laughed, and also rose on his elbows. Their heads were very close.
“Wow, what a brilliant and well-covered change of subject… Well, she was absolutely gorgeous! It was at a party in a beautiful manor! She threw herself at me, and gave me the world’s longest kiss! It was fantastic, and I’ll never forget it!” he said, dreaming. Eveline felt some jealousy, and couldn’t help but blush,
“I’m joking, Eve! It was a little nerd, Karen, with glasses, and a 24/7 flue! She had a bad breath, and ruined my reputation, because she did it in the middle of the school-library! It was horrible! I was afraid to kiss for 2 years, until I started dating a really beautiful girl.” He laughed, and made Eveline laugh with him, “How was yours?”
Eveline faced the bed. She couldn’t look Kian in the eyes to tell him that she’d never been kissed,
“Oh, it was fine. Simply okay…” she mumbled. She still didn’t look at Kian. He was silent, so she looked up, and faced his eyes. She saw that he was laughing at her.
“Never been kissed?” he asked, with a voice so soft, that she couldn’t resist telling him,
“No…”
He smiled,
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay! Save yourself to someone special. You’re absolutely beautiful and sweet, and I don’t understand all the guys who haven’t kissed you!” he comforted her. She blushed. She so wanted to ask him, but she was too afraid.
“You’re special to me.” She just shrugged, and blushed even harder than before. Kian’s eyes lightened up, and he giggled a bit,
“What are you saying? You want me to give you your first kiss?” he asked, as he had to spell it out for her. She gave him the biggest and sweetest doggy-eyes she could force toward, and smiled nervously.
“Eveline?” he asked, still smiling, “It’s okay! I’ll do it!” he said, and laid his hand on her shoulder. He stood up, and pulled her with him up. She smiled, as he hit his arms around her. Her heart beat like crazy, and she could hardly breathe. Suddenly, Kian threw her on the bed, and smiled at her. She was too exited to smile back; she just starred at him, as he smiled. He grabbed her left hand with his right hand, and her right hand with his left hand, and held them on tight to the pillow, so she couldn’t move them. He laid a leg on each side of her, and slowly moved his head closer to hers. Very slowly, he let his soft lips touch Eveline’s, and a shock of pleasure went through her body. Kian didn’t stop kissing her, not at all. He let his mouth play with hers, as he slowly taught her to kiss. They both thought of, how meaningful that moment would be to Eveline for the rest of her life. Suddenly, someone knocked the door. In one quick move, Eveline threw Kian of her, so he landed on the floor.
“What?!” she almost screamed, as her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
“Just wanted to see if you were home…” her mother said, and stuck her head in. She smiled, and left the room. Kian could finally breathe, and let him self sit on the bed again.
“Where were we?” he asked, and moved closer to Eveline.
“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?” Eveline said, and moved a few inches away from Kian. He laughed,
“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word.” He responded, without even looking at the script.
“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?” she asked, and gave the script a quick look. Kian remained eyecontact, and responded the words from the play, as they were supposed to be said,
“Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.” He kept his mouth moving closer to Eveline’s, “O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” he jumped around in the play, as Eveline had told him too. She wanted to know the play by heart.
“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?” she asked, and meant it as it was said. For them, it was no longer a play. It was reality.
“The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.” He answered. By some way, he’d learned the script by heart, just to make Eveline happy.
“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: and yet I would it were to give again.” She said, and wished the script didn’t end with them both killing themselves.
“Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?” Kian said, keeping his mouth close to Eveline’s. She wanted to kiss him real badly. Mostly because she knew his pal Mark would come by any minute, to pick Kian up.
“But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” She answered, and liked calling Kian ‘My Love’.
They heard a knock on the door,
“I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.” She said, and laughed. Kian laughed back,
“O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, too flattering-sweet to be substantial.” He answered, “Mark, get in!” he shouted, and moved away from Eveline. Mark came in, and smiled at them both,
“Hurry, I have loads of pizzas I have to deliver!” he said, and kept smiling at Eveline.
“I’ll be right there! So thrive my soul—“ Kian smiled, and looked at Eveline.
“A thousand times good night!” Eveline answered. Mark looked at them, as they were crazy.
“A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.” Kian answered, and made Mark look even weirder at them.
They both left the room, and Eveline hurried to the window, to see Mark and Kian leave.
“Romeo!” she shouted, and Kian turned around.
“My Dear?” he shouted back, exactly as in the script.
“At what o'clock to-morrow shall I send to thee?” she yelled, enjoying the training of her script.
“At the hour of nine.” He yelled back, ignoring Mark’s look.
“I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.” Eveline shouted from the window. Mark starred at them with the hugest eyes.
“Let me stand here till thou remember it.” Kian answered, and stopped.
“The hell ‘thou’ won’t!!” Mark blurted out, and pulled Kian away.
“And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.” Kian just had time to shout, before Mark pulled him into the old pizza-trunk. Eveline waved goodbye to Kian, and smiled. She’d had her first kiss by an angel. She felt blessed. So did Kian. :-)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVELINE!!!

By Sofie Hagen,
sofie@westlife.dk
Farum, Denmark
Written: 17th June 2002
Ended: 19:12
Happy Birthday Eveline, you deserve all the kisses Kian can ever give you! I’ve used “Romeo And Juliet” as a background on this story, hope you understand it, cause I don’t :-)
Happy Birthday!
Love
Sofie

True poets don't write
Their thoughts with a pen...
They release the ink that flows
From within their heart.
~ by Anonymous ~