Hi guys! A few words to say before we begin:
First of all, this story is modern, so you won't find any Shakespearean-era language. It does, however, borrow both characters and plot points from my long story, "Mercutio and Allegra", as well as Madianna's "Child Swap" series (which is fantastic and which everybody has to read). In this, the feud has ended and nobody is dead. If you wanna get better clued-in, I'd read both the "Child Swap" series and "Mercutio and Allegra". It won't hurt.
DISLCAIMER: I do not own "Romeo and Juliet" or any of its original content. I also do not own the amazing "Child Swap" series, nor do I own Rosaline and Hermia's characterizations, nor Gabriel.
WARNING: This story is NOT, by ANY MEANS, for kids. I rated it "M" because I know there will be drugs, alcholhol, strong language and maybe even graphic erotica (HELL YEAH). This is not for everyone, so if you don't feel like reading about Shakespeare characters gone wild, I won't be offended. I hear My Little Pony has a great fandom.
Anyway, thanks to Madianna for letting me use her plot points and charactrers. Don't forget to RR her stuff! (Mine wouldn't be so bad either). Enjoy!
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''I hope you're enjoying the flight, Miss Capulet. May I offer you another Dr. Pepper?"
She hadn't heard the stewardess at first, as she had just opened a message from Ricardo. The grinning lady spoke to her in broken French, probably thinking it was all she could understand. Just for kicks, she accepted her offer in perfect Italian, and she grinned as she moved down the aisle. Ricardo's text remained unread; Allegra procrastinated, idly flipping through her photos until she came to the ones from New Years. The first was one of Romeo, Benvolio and herself; out by Romeo's pool, they each held her by an arm and leg, while she screamed with laughter and begged them not to throw her in. Her mouth was open mid-scream. Not the most flattering picture, but she had uploaded it all the same. The next was of Juliet from when she, Hermia and Allegra had gone to the movies the night Allegra's family had arrived. Juliet was looking horrified that Allegra ambushed her with a picture, wrinkling her nose at her cousin. Allegra smiled. Juliet had looked fine that night, her brown hair sleek and straight under her white knit hat, the new Chanel bag Allegra had bought for her over her shoulder. J could be so unsure of herself, and never understood how annoying it was from her friends', or cousins', perspective. The next picture made Allegra jump. The guy in the picture wore one of those sparkly New Year's tiaras and held a wand to match. He stood in a ballerina-esque pose with his feet pointed and arms above his head. He wore an expression that was meant to be coy. It was hard to believe he wasn't embarrassed to look like such a derp, but Mercutio didn't get embarrassed.
Allegra laughed till she cried, seeing this picture again. The snooty passengers across the aisle shot her suspicious glares like she was a terrorist or something. She returned with the biggest, cheesiest smile she could smile. There had to be a good story to tell her family, friends and boyfriend once she got back to Verona.
The captain announced that the temperature in Verona was seventy-nine degrees with clear skies ahead. They'd be there in less than an hour. The reality of the whole thing sort of hit her then, moreso than it had when she had first heard the news that she was leaving: here she was, leaving her parents and brothers and awful school in Paris, flying to Verona to live with her uncle and attend school with her cousins, soon to be within close access of the love of her life. It was a wonderful, rushing, thrilling feeling, but came with a lot of fear. What if Hermia and Juliet got sick of her? Allegra was younger than Hermia was, and a lot less experienced in the male area,but Juliet was Allegra's own age and had already dated Paris and lost her virginity to Romeo. And Romeo and Benvolio were boys, men, drinking and partying between college classes. Allegra was sheltered, having gone to Catholic school her whole life, and didn't know if her mature, party-living friends would appreciate her being so innocent. The fear was built on the worry that she would be left out.
Allegra's phone was streaked with sweat from her right thumb. That was weird. She had been sliding through her photos for who-knows-how-long without even realizing it. Oh well. Virtual checkers always calmed her nerves. She caught herself from pressing "home" just in time to see the last picture. It was of fireworks on the river Adige, with two people standing on a balcony, the guy with his arm around the girl. The moon's reflection on the river lit up their silhouette and Allegra could tell who it was, but had no idea who could have taken it with her phone; the caption was "Mercutio x Allegra forever".
By the time the pilot announced that landing was imminent, she was readier than ready.