Thoughts are in italics.
Henry Capulet ran down the street. He was late for James Montague's
wedding. James is my best friend, he'll understand. Won't he?
I mean I've got a good reason that I'm late. I was held up by
Father going on and on about how I was ungrateful for the excellent
mach they had set up for me. I mean I'm twelve! I don't want to
get married just yet. One or two more years, please. He skidded
to a halt in front of the church. Nervousness replaced any thought.
He slipped into the back of the church, hoping that no one noticed he
was missing, especially James.
"Congratulations James!"
Henry called as he caught up to his friend.
James scowled. Uh oh. "Where were you?"
"I'm really sorry, my father held me up. He had one of those rants. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."
"It's one of the biggest days of my life, and do you even have the decency to show up on time? NO! You take your time and come up with some harebrained excuse as to why you were late!
"That is not fair! I really was held up by Father! As soon as I got away from him, I ran as fast as I could to the church. I really wanted to be there for you. You're my best friend!"
"Not anymore," he growled. "I never want to speak to you again." James turned and stalked away. Henry watched him go, sighed and headed home. Little did he know this fight would start a feud that would last generations.