"Art!" Francis yelled as he flamboyantly twirled across the large stage. His blonde hair spun out as well, sparkling in the bright spotlight you shone on his lean form. "This is real art! The theater calls my name!"
Antonio stood by the stage, his hands on his hips in an almost sassy manner. "You have no talent, mi amigo. I'm the one who needs to be in the club."
You stuck your head out from behind the light machine you worked. "We can take both of you in the club, you know..."
"Oh, (Name)," Francis held out his hand towards you, "come practice a play with me! Romeo and Juliet maybe? I can be Romeo, and you can be Juliet~!"
"No way!" Antonio interuppted, striding onto the stage to confront his friend. You shifted the light so it shone on both of them. "(Name) doesn't want to be your Juliet, she wants to be mine!"
Oh, here we go again, you thought to yourself, they fight just like two old women. Ever since they had came into the theater to try out for the drama club, they'd fought over your affection like a cat and a dog.
"(Name)! Please just admit your deep and undying love for me already!" Francis begged, dropping to his knees in a pleading manner.
"W-what?" A blush stole to your cheeks at his words.
"Don't! Admit your love to me!" Antonio pleaded, taking the same position as Francis.
Here you were, alone in the school's theater with two of the hottest guys in school while they begged for you to reveal your feelings that you didn't even know you had in the first place.