All Isn't Fair With Love and Wings

Romeo & Juliet

Summary; What if Juliet had wings? What if she showed them to Romeo? Would he still love her? (Set around 20th century)

Chapter 1 – Wish Wings

Juliet POV

I've never fitted in. People look at my beautiful face and see such great things lying ahead of me. Then they actually notice the rest of me. My awkwardness of just standing there, silent. I am confronted my people, and I have nothing to say. Of course they just see a part of me. They never look at the whole of me. It doesn't help that I can't tell anybody about my wings. I don't know what I am. An angel? No, not me. I just found them. On me. I was just sitting there, as a child, in front of the mirror. I saw my wings. I felt my back with my hand, and they were real. Then when someone came in, I didn't want them to see – so I had just hoped that they were suddenly invisible. I felt my back – and they were gone. I called them 'Wish Wings'. Whenever I wished them to be there, they would be.

Rosaline POV

Romeo, oh Romeo. How handsome. I know I shouldn't show my feelings, considering that I can't see any sign of him loving me. He might turn up at the Capulet's ball tonight – what a dare devil. There's just this certain…feeling that I get when I see him. Different to goose bumps. But similar. I freeze over, but try to remain normal. My heart feels all prickly, and when he just carries on walking past me, the pricks in my heart go further in.

Romeo POV

"I guess I'll be seeing you at tonight's ball, Romeo?" Benvolio mocked me.

"Maybe." I replied, and Mercutio raised his eyebrows.

"Don't try to lie or get out of it or whatever. We both know that-" he put his arm across his chest and mocked me melodramatically, "your love is so strong for Rosaline, you cannot stay away from her for long."

"Obsessed much?" I said, pushing them both away.

"Not obsessed…" Benvolio reasoned, "Just…we're worried that you're the obsessed one." They both gave me a caring look then burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

Juliet POV

I can't wait for the ball tonight. I know that Dad wants to find me a husband. Ugh. Can't I choose one myself? I don't want to be a stuck with some poor, ugly, slimeball. Dear Dad, Poor or rich, no slimeball.

I wish he would listen to what I want.

Maybe…if I find a handsome guy at tonight's ball…he'll approve and let me marry him.