A/N: Just saying, this is a fanfiction based off of not only the play- but off the 1968 movie version, as the characters in here- are as how they look in that movie. not the Leonardo DiCaprio version or anything else. Just this. So if you haven't seen that version- watch it- it's really intriguing actually. And...hope you enjoy!

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Romeo and Juliet- OR- Tybalt and Elizabeth

I was walking with my dear brother, Benvolio, in the marketplace; I could not walk alone- as I was a young lady. I was a Montague, and Benvolio would tell me that if I went out alone, not only would I be breaking a dozen rules, but a Capulet would be sure to attack me, and knowing I was a lady, would throw me against the city walls or something, and try to sexually harass me or hurt me in some manner.

Benvolio was not happy about all the quarreling. He liked to keep the peace, and quite frankly, I would too- if I were not a girl- stuck with the large gowns, and golden hairpieces…

We were walking, when we saw a fight breaking out between Capulet servants and Abram. With swords and all.

"What are their names?" I whispered to myself. Then remembered. Gregory…and Sampson! Rosaline had told me about all the servants of her relatives. How she knew them, I do not care to question. She was going to become a nun, of pure virtue, and never lay a hand on men. So about to become a nun, maybe she was supposed to treat everyone equally- including the servants. Maybe she had some idea God made every man equal or something like that.

"I could never swear off men!" I giggled to her once when we were spending the night in my room, having a mini party of our own…like a sleepover, I could name it. I hugged my pillow tightly to my chest and lay on my stomach on my bed, my ankles crossed in the air behind me. It was true, I'd find servants attractive, at least for a moment, then would remember myself and my place, but also seeing a different angle of them changed my mind- so don't go thinking I'm easily wooed. Rosaline sat on the ground, and giggled also. "I am much too silly to join a convent like you. Much too so- Uncle says so all the time, but Benvolio doesn't agree. He says I'm much too smart for a lady. And much too kind." I said sadly.

"Did I tell you a boy named Romeo has been courting me? He's only just found out how I plan to pledge my life to God. I can only imagine his face now, but alas, I was never interested." Rosaline changed the subject with haste.

I froze for a second, my face stiffening. Romeo, my cousin Romeo? Who besides Benvolio was my closest relative, in terms of relationships? My best friends were my brother, Romeo, and Rosaline!

"Do you speak of the Montague that shares my surname?" I asked politely.

"Oh yes." Rosaline blushed.

I sat up then, and wondered aloud, "What would I give to be in your shoes? Beautiful as the rising sun, and wise as the moon."

"As you are too." She pointed out.

I stood on the bed now, ready to announce my pain. "To have men chasing after me as they do you? As they do for your cousin, who is two years younger than I, and still rakes them in? All the bachelors come running to you Capulets. What is your secret? What is the feature of me which drives them away from me? I am with you- and they see- only you. Never me, I am invisible."

I slunk down and lay on my back, rolling my head to the side and my gray-blue eyes widened, "What wouldn't I give? For a simple flirt. Or a kiss." I closed my eyes dreamily.

"Well, you'll get it someday." She winked. "Until then, let's dance the night away! Lucky I'm a distant Capulet relative- or we'd never be able to be friends."

"Oh no Rosaline." I shot up. "No, we have to be friends. Forever, no matter what. No man, or woman, or child, or…or sister can tear us apart." I spoke of the convent, and how nuns called each other sisters. But Rosaline was my sister- not theirs. She had been such as much forever, as long as I can recall.

She just smiled. "Of course. Now, let me braid your hair. It's much too fair for me not to touch."

"My hair isn't fair!" I exclaimed. "It lost that touch a few years ago! As I child, I was blonde yes, but now my hair is a dark brown- just like my brother's…but it is not as curly…it's rather straight, is it not?"

"Stick straight, in the perfect way." said Rosaline behind me, brushing my hair.

I sat up straight, and was proud then. A Montague and Capulet could be friends- even if we were never directly in the conflict to begin with- but it's true- because- what is really in a name? Identity? I came up with nothing else. And I let Rosaline do my hair, braiding it into one long, dark braid, embroidered with either silver or gold. Silver and gold. Montague and Capulet. Not so different, yet very much so.

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