Romeo POV:

The last thing I remembered was a bright light at the bottom of wherever I was falling from. I found myself in a strange room standing in front of what appeared to be an unfinished bust of a girl's head. She looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I noticed myself. One thing that was off was what was in my hands I had a chisel and sculpting tools in my hand, like I had been the one making the marble head. Another thing was my clothes. I looked like something straight out of a renaissance fair! I was wearing a dark green doublet, a loose long sleeved shirt underneath, and a pair of pants that matched the doublet.

I didn't have time to wonder about this, though, because Natsu had walked into the room, wearing a similar attire in dark red. "Good 'morrow, cousin." he said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He gave me a confused glance. "What is it, dear Romeo? Art thou troubled by something?"

"What's going on here? Is this some sort of prank?"

"I do not know what thou speak of. This is no jest, dear cousin." He really looked concerned now.

I was still confused out of my mind, though. "Natsu, since when were you-" I waved my arms around, looking for the right word, "articulate?"

"My name's not 'Natsu'. Thee knoweth this. It's Natvolio. Doth thou has't a fev'r?" He walked up to me and put his hand on my forehead. "nay, nay fev'r. then bid me, what else couldst has't mine own dear cousin in such a panic?" 'Natvolio' glanced over to the marble head I guess I made, and with a knowing look he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Ah, I receiveth it now. Thou art in love."

"What?!" I screamed, "No! No I'm not!"

He took his arm off me and took a few steps in front of me. "You cannot fool me cousin, I knoweth thee. Romeo, the hopeless romantic. Always at the mercy of Cupid's arrow, despite it always landing directly on thou's arse." He took another look at the head and gasped. "Wait!" he said, shocked, "Doth that be Chelaline?! Of the Marvellets?! That is who thou hath fallen in love with?! Thy sworn enemy?!"

"Yes?" I said, not entirely understanding most of that.

"This is no good, cousin. Forget of her. Examine other beauties."

'Did Natsu just tell me to go check out girls? I didn't think he knew what a girl was until a year ago.' "Umm... Okay?"

"Good. Let us be off, then. The day is still young, and we must get thy mind off this Chelaline."

'Don't know who she is but okay...' "Alright, just a... give me a minute."

"That be the spirit!" He went back to the doorway, but turned his head back to me before exiting. "I'll be waiting in front of thy gates. Come when ready, but do not delay. The day doth not stay young forever." And with that he left, leaving me to wonder exactly what happened.

"This is... weird." I said to myself. "The clothes, the head, Nat...volio?" I held my hand to my head in order to soothe my slight headache. "I guess I have no choice but to follow him and see where this goes." I made my way to the door, but halfway there I was stopped by a voice from nowhere.

"And so, the young Romeo followed his cousin-"

"Ahh!" I jumped, looking around to see who else was in the room. Realizing there was no one else here, I put myself on high alert. "Hello?! Who's there?!"

"I'm the narrator." said the disembodied voice.

"Narrator?"

"For the story."

"What story?"

"The one you're in."

"What story am I in?"

"You tell me. Your probably one of the smartest mages in your guild, as sad as that may be."

"Hey!"

"What? If anything that was more of an insult to them than you. Now, back to the matter at hand, what story do you think you're in?"

"Let's see..." I pondered all of what had just happened. "Renaissance clothes, Natvolio, saying I was love-sick over this... Chelaline. Sounds kind of familiar... almost as if it's..." I looked up to the ceiling, that seeming to be the source of this new voice, with an annoyed look. "No."

"Yes."

"I'm not doing this."

"You have to," the voice said matter-of-factly, "It's the only way to get out of this and go back to your world"

"Fine." I huffed. "What do I have to do?"

"Just go along with the story. You already know half of it, I can help with the other half."

"Fine." I started to walk out once again to the door.

"And so, the young-"

"Wait," I interrupted again, "There was no narrator in Romeo & Juliet."

"Well there is here! So shut up and deal with it! I'm here to help you, you were going to rely on SparkNotes for most of this. I can tell you what you're actually supposed to do. Now be quiet and let me do my job."

"Okay. But for the record, I do know how this story goes, at least up to a point. And won't stuff be changed from the others hearing a disembodied voice?"

"Good for you, you read half a book. And no, my being here won't change anything. Only people who were affected by the spell and brought to this world can hear me. Now go."

"Okay, I'm going."

"And so, the young Romeo followed his cousin, unaware of the misadventures about to unfold."

Me and this 'Natvolio' met up outside. We walked around the town, eventually coming to a street filled with merchants. I was looking at a table where a man was selling knives (though I don't know why, I'm not much of a weapons person), when suddenly Droy, or this world's equivalent of Droy, approached me with a piece of paper.

"Pray you, sir," he said, rather hurriedly, "Can you read?"

"How old do you asshats think I am?!"

"Well, if thou will use that tone with me, I think I'll-"

"No, wait, sorry. I'll read it." He handed me the paper and I began to read. "'Signior Stinguetino and his wife and daughters; County Elfelme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Bixentio and his lovely babies; Graycutio and his brother Lyontine; mine uncle Marvellet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Chelaline; Juvia; Signior Roguentio and his cousin Erbalt, Lucio and the lively Shellena.' Sounds cool. Where they going?"

"To my master's."

"And who's he?"

"The great rich Marvellet; if you be not of the house of Conboltugue, I pray, come crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!" He then strode off, out of sight.

Natvolio came up from behind me and once again put his arm around me. "Your beloved Chelaline will be attending that party. Compare that face with those that I shall show, and I'll make thee think thy swan a crow."

"Alright..." 'Still don't know who this Chelaline is.' "We're the Conboltugues, right?"

"Did Chelaline smack thou in the head in thy attempts to woo her?"

Later on at nighttime, I, Natvolio, and Graycutio (this world's Gray) were all on our way to my 'rival's' party. Graycutio was also wearing similar clothing, but his were a dark blue.

"Shouldn't we be worried about going to our rival's party?" I asked, knowing this was a part of the scene.

"Nonsense," said Natvolio, "As long as we doth not disturb them, they'll hath no quarrels with us. Our recent street-fighting left us both at odds with Prince Gildarts. They will not risk a fight in such a public place out of fear from execution."

"Besides Romeo," said Graycutio, "This is meant to be your night. Go. Dance. Examine all the fine ladies that Verona has to offer."

"Okay," I said, "Let's just get this over with."

We walked in and each grabbed a mask. I stood over by what I can only assume was the renaissance version of a snack table.

"You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself."

I was surprised a little, but then I remembered who it was that was talking. "But I thought Romeo was sulky until he meets his Juliet?"

"He is. But there's a difference between being sulky and being a little bitch."

"Well, soooooorrrryyyy I don't like the fact I was forced into this crappy novel."

"I thought you liked this book."

"I just read it because a friend of mine liked it. I don't understand most of it, but I'm still willing to see what's so great about it. And I never said I'd like to live in the book."

"Well, I have something that may change your mind."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Have you not been paying attention to who owns this place?"

"What do you-" I was interrupted by a flash of blue in the corner of my eye. I looked around to see who it was, and saw her.

She was a thing of beauty. Even behind her mask, I knew who it was instantly. She was wearing a sky-blue dress, perfectly going with her dark-blue hair. "Wendy..." I said.

"Yes. Wendy. Or here, Wendiet Marvellet, daughter of Lord Marvellet. Rival of the Conboltugues." said the voice, "And you know... next is the scene where Romeo kisses her."

"Weeeellllllll..." I said, swirling a drink in my hand, "I guess I could try to enjoy myself..." I started to make my way over to her, when the narrator spoke again

"Ah ah ah, not so fast."

"What?"

"Look"

I looked over to Wendy, and nearly threw up. She was dancing with Mest of all people!

"Why's she dancing with him? Why him?"

"This is how the story goes. First Wendiet dances with her arranged fiancé Count Mestis, until she meets the noble Romeo on the dance floor. So stop sitting on your ass and go dance."

I did just that. I went out to the dance floor, dancing my ass off, constantly switching partners. Until finally, I met up with her.

"And so, fate's seemingly gentle hand hath brought the fair Wendiet and young Romeo together at last. But, not all were happy with this meeting."

Normal POV (From somewhere else in the room):

"Why, I should strike thee dead," the red-haired swordswoman seethed, her hand on the hilt of her sword, "I would hold it not a sin."

"Why, how now, Erbalt! Why storm you so?" said the short, hairy blue man/owner of this place. (Some people would almost mistake him for a cat)

"Uncle," she said, pointing to the sight in front of her, "The man Wendiet is with is a Conboltugue."

"The young Romeo is it?"

"'Tis he, that villain Romeo."

"Content the, gentle coz." Lord Marvellet held his paw up in a gesture to make Erbalt stop. "Let him alone. You heard the prince's warning. To harm a Conboltugue under this roof means riot, and subsequently our deaths."

"I'll not endure this."

"You will endure this, for I say you will." The cat glanced at her. "Am I master here or you?"

"Tis a shame." Erbalt said angrily.

"Go to, go to. You shall contrary me. You are a princox, go."

"I shall withdraw, but this intrusion, now seeming sweet, shall convert to bitter gall." Erbalt left the dining hall in a huff, still holding her sword.

Romeo's POV:

I took Wendy's, or I guess Wendiet's, hand, and ran off of the dance floor and into an unoccupied room. Luckily I had many of these lines memorized. Mainly because I kept rereading them trying to understand them. I decided I may as well not screw around here. If I had to live out this story with Wendy as my Juliet, well, I may as well get into it.

I thought back to this scene in the book and began to speak. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

Smiling back at me, she put the hand I wasn't holding over the hand I was using to hold her's. "Good pilgrim," she said, "you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."

I felt my heart beating wildly as I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers.

"And so, the noble Romeo and fair Juliet shared a kiss that would blossom into a beautiful relationship. It lasted but for a moment..."

"...It lasted for a moment..."

"It. Lasted. For. A. Moment."

"STOP MAKING OUT ALREADY!"

"SHUT UP!" said the two teens as they jerked their heads back angrily and looked to the sky. They then looked to each other in surprise. "Wait, you can hear him too?!"

The first chapter of Romeo & Wendiet, complete! This was beta-ed by BarelyProdigies, so thank you to him. This is pretty much how the story will be from this point on. Next chapter we get to see what Wendy's been up to since she woke up here.

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