Happy RJ

A Fan fiction By Annje Jones

Chapter One:

"Please Cordelia, I feel ill." Juliet pulled on her blankets up to her face to block the fire light. Cordelia's hands rested on her waist

"Don't be like this Juliet, as the daughter of Capulet it is traditional for you to attend your own father's party!" She reached over and forced the blankets off.

"Please show mercy." Juliet coughed

"Oh Juliet

"I don't like it Benvollo, this plan is just foolish."

"But Rosalie will be there." Benvollo nudged Romeo in the shoulder.

"But Capulet's party? That's like walking into the dragon's mouth!"

"It'll be your last chance to change her mind." Benvollo's words begin to make sense in Romeo's mind. It was his last chance to convince Rosalie not to join the nunnery. He loved her so much and even wanted to marry her, and if Rosalie refused him yet again, than being in the dragon's mouth was probably the best.

"What happened to Juliet?" Tybalt asked Cordelia as she walked out of Juliet's bedroom.

"She can't make it tonight, she's sick." Cordelia sighed, "Of course she wouldn't be so unhealthy if you didn't push her."

"I'm not the one who seeks more skills." Tybalt held up his hands in defense.

"If it weren't for you, Juliet wouldn't be like a man." Cordelia pushed past Tybalt. She was the only woman that scared Tybalt to death.

"Are you ready, Mercutio?"

"Ready Benvollo."

"Romeo?"

"Defiantly." Romeo pulled on his cloak and his sapphire mask. They all walked in with a group of unfamiliar people and into the house of Capulet. Like any noble house, the house was large and grand. There was a band playing a sweet melody, clumps of people in all sorts of costumes and beautiful masks. The refreshment tables were adorned with roast pig and turkey. It was a grand party. Benvollo and Mercutio jumped around and danced, Romeo searched for Rosalie. There she was in the corner of a table, adorned in green finery and her long brown hair falling in large curls. Romeo couldn't help but sigh at her, he gained his composer and walked up to her.

"It's a shame our daughter couldn't make it tonight, right dearest?" Lady Capulet leaned on her husband.

"Yes indeed, and since she couldn't, we should celebrate even more for her sake!" Everybody cheered and Lord Capulet gulped down his wine. Tybalt looked down from the upper level at the party guest.

"Wouldn't you like to join them My Lord." a girl hugged Tybalt from behind. "Or are you worried about Juliet?"

"I've never enjoyed things like this." He drank some wine but kept his eyes on the crowds. As he searched, he noticed something. A man with a dark blue cloak talking to a woman, no doubt, it was Romeo. "Why that." Tybalt hissed.

"My Lord?" The girl asked clueless.

"I must take my leave." He stormed down the stairs, his sword ready for action.

"What are you doing here, Romeo? It's dangerous for you to be in the Capulet's house!" Rosalie looked around, trying to hide Romeo in the decorated curtains beside them.

"But I had to talk to you!" Romeo whispered.

"Then talk!" Rosalie hissed, she stepped behind the curtains as well.

"Rosalie, why? I love you, how could you go to a nunnery?"

"You know not of what you speak."

"Why would you doubt my love?"

"Because it isn't real! Romeo, I have known you for a long time but never have I seen as a lover. And I know for sure that you don't see me that way."

"Rosalie, I see you in all my dreams, please!" Romeo reached for Rosalie's hands but she pulled them away.

"Does it really seem that way to you? Do you really truly love me? Enough to die for me?" A tough question, Romeo had to think about it. If it called for it, would he sacrifice his life for her?

"Well, I came here, didn't I?" Romeo asked.

"That's just it, I don't think it's enough for me. You may be a Lord, but I don't want to be in your life, not like this." Rosalie's hand pressed against Romeo's cheek, "Romeo, you need to think before you act, or you might stumble. God bye." She slid out of the curtain and disappeared in the crowd.

"Lord, I have spotted something." Tybalt tugged on Lord Capulet's shoulder.

"Oh! Tybalt! My fair nephew! What news do you have for me." He chuckled and threw his arm around Tybalt.

"I pray thee, may we speak in private?" Tybalt's pursed his lips, it was easy to tell when he was mad.

"Right." Lord Capulet pulled him aside from the group and on the staircase, "Tell me Tybalt, why the sour look?"

"Monatgue's son."

"What has Montague done?"

"Romeo and his posy have broken into your party, Lord. Should I dispose of them?" Tybalt didn't wait for an answer, he pulled out his sword and headed for merry Benvollo and Mercutio. But Capulet's large arms stopped him.

"Hate not their company, they are doing no harm."

"But Lord-"

"There will be nothing interrupting my party, is that clear?" He whispered in Tybalt's ear.

"Yes Lord." Tybalt grinned his teeth at the sight of Benvollo and Mercutio dancing.