Such Horrible Circumstances

A Benvolio Love Story

Chapter One-

Flower by Moby

Meredith's POV-

When I was young I was very unliked by my peers. I had very dark skin, my hair was very short, and my eyes were a very peculiar shade of light green. I was quiet and liked to read, I couldn't ride a bike and I wasn't coordinated enough to play like the others. All in all I was that kid on the playground. Then one day an equally quiet boy with bright blue eyes came to my place on the swing. He had his head down and he shuffled his feet in a very weird way as he tried unsuccessfully to tell me his purpose. Suddenly his hand shot out and a bundle of red baby's breath flowers were in front of me. I stared at him and then the flowers and then him again. I slowly reached out a shaky hand and took them gently from his grasp. He took one more look at me and then ran off. I never saw him again, which made my 9 year old self upset. Everyone always leaves.

Wrong place, wrong person, wrong time. That was the way my father tried to explain the death of my best friend to me. It was a romantic notion, two kids blinded by lust and infatuation running off together. It only sweetened the pot when they found that they both came from the others hated family. Yes, so romantic and tragic was the idea to the people that surrounded me. To me, it was an idiotic and underdeveloped thought that only Juliet could have thought of. She was always the dreamer of the two of us, a hopeless romantic. Sometimes I wondered if her lines of reality and fantasy where separated at all. How could she do this, destroy herself like this in the name of something as fickle and stupid as love? I would never know, I was sure of it.

As the minister spoke, talking as if he knew these people personally I looked up to see a startling pair of blue eyes bearing down on me. They quickly shifted away but it was too late, I had already figured out where I had seen those eyes.

Mug shots.

Those eyes belonged to none other than the notorious Benvolio of the Montague clan. He was one of the more level headed of the young men in that rag tag group. He was frequently questioned by my father as to the truth of what had happened during incidences between the Montague and the Capulet. He was honest, apparently highly intelligent, and he was best friend to Romeo Montague, the other victim. He looked tired, circles under his eyes and his skin was pale making his eyes seem bluer than they probably were. He shed no tears, but his hands grasped the chair he sat in tightly, they trembled. His hair was spiked and strawberry blonde much like the punk rocker ways of the Montague boys.

Soon the services ended and I lost sight of him for a while, until I saw him walking towards me. I could handle this encounter with him. After all I had a profile on him already, he wouldn't surprise me. He got closer and closer as I pretended not to notice. When he was a good three feet away he looked down at me with serious eyes. From behind him he brought a single bushel of red baby's breath flowers. My breath caught in my throat.

Abort Mission, I repeat abort mission.

Benvolio's POV-

Yeah.

That was definitely Meredith.

Just not my Meredith.