Hey everyone!
Thanks for taking the time to check out my Broadway oneshot book.  Just a quick notice, I probably won't update this too frequently unless I'm getting a lot of requests, so if you want me to write something, please let me know!
      Okay, now that we're past the technicalities, this first oneshot was requested by SheWhoArisesinBeauty (who you should definitely check out).  I'm sorry if it's not great, this is my first attempt at something like this in the Broadway realm.  (Note- this takes place before the events of PotO, when they are teenagers)
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      You were never one for drama.  You had always tried to stay away from fights and were generally known as a peacekeeper among your friends.  Thus, you were very surprised indeed when you found yourself in the middle of a rather awkward situation with your best friend, Christine Daae.
      Raoul was far above both of you in status, being a viscount, but the three of you had met one day and had somehow managed to become fast friends.  Both you and Christine had noticed immediately that he was very sweet and rather attractive- and this was where the problem lay.
      You were both quite smitten with this young man, and it was putting a wedge in your friendship.
      "I don't see any reason why you should be jealous," you tried to reason with Christine as you walked along the street.  "He merely came to pay me a visit because my grandmother is ill."
      "Oh, sure," Christine scoffed, crossing her arms as she walked.  "You and I both know that wasn't the only reason he came."
      You stopped, bewildered at her statement.  Though you had been taken by Raoul since the day you met, it had never occurred to you that he might feel the same way.  A warm feeling rose in your chest as you thought of it...
      Oh, stop, you thought guiltily as you hurried to catch up with Christine.  Surely she isn't being serious.  She is just overreacting.  But for all your attempts to focus on something else, Christine's words rang through your head all the rest of the day.
      Later that night, you sat at the rickety old piano in the small house you shared with your grandmother.  You had been practicing since dinner, and now it was getting so dark you could barely read the sheet music you were playing from.  As you searched the room for a candle, you heard a small pebble hit the window.  You spun around, looking to see if anyone was there, but it was too dark to see.  Narrowing your eyes suspiciously, you picked up a candle and lit it, returning to the piano and placing it on the music stand.  However, no sooner had you played the opening notes of your piece than there was a soft knock on the door.  You froze.  Then came another, louder knock- you flinched, hoping it wouldn't wake your grandmother, who was bedridden with illness.
      Mustering your courage, you made your way to the door, wielding your candle.  You turned the doorknob slowly and cracked open the door to reveal... 
      "Raoul!" you whispered in relief, opening the door further to let him in.  "You gave me a fright!"
      "My apologies, Y/N," he replied in a soft voice, stepping in and removing his hat.  "I would have come earlier, but my governess was keeping a very close eye on me."
      He snuck out to see me! you thought gleefully as you took his coat and let him sit down. 
      "That's perfectly alright, Raoul."
      "I hope your grandmother is doing well?  I didn't wake her, did I?" Raoul asked in concern as he took the cup of tea you offered him.
      "No, you didn't," you reassured him, sitting down as well.  "She is in the same condition as she was last week.  She's not getting any better, but thank heavens she isn't getting any worse."
      You and Raoul talked for a while longer before he looked at the small clock on the mantle and stood.
      "Well, I'd best be going," he said, suddenly nervous.  But then he turned around again, his face only inches from yours.  "Uh, Y/N, before I leave..."
      "What is it, Raoul?" you asked, your heart pounding from the close proximity.
      "I... I have had feelings for you.  For quite a while now, in fact.  I am very sorry for my rudeness, but I could not bear to hold it in any longer," he blurted, his cheeks flaming red. 
      You stood there, speechless, your face almost as hot as his own. 
      "There's no... No need to apologize, Raoul," you said finally, a smile spreading across your face.  "Thank you.  I feel the same way."
      Now it was Raoul's turn to smile.  He bent down and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before putting on his coat and sweeping out the door.  As you latched it behind him and sat back down at the piano, your heart was soaring and your head spinning. 
      "He... He kissed me," you said out loud, reaching up to touch the spot on your cheek.  So this is what love feels like.  Oh, how were you ever going to tell Christine?
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      Well, how was it?  I must say, I had a good time writing it, though I'm not sure it came out that well.  Thanks again to SheWhoArisesinBeauty for requesting!  Please let me know in the comments what you thought of this :)