A - Me neither, I hate boys! But I bet if Tybalt knocked on your door you'd change your mind.
Now Hermia is off to tell Helena the news of her pregnancy. Can she keep the identity of the father a secret from her? Also, tell me what you think of Helena. And also, once again, if I haven't portrayed Wiccans fairly and if you feel offended, please message me and I will make amends.
Stonily, Hermia pushed open the white gate to Helena's garden. The cocker spaniel tethered to a dog house barked at her.
"Woof woof to you two!" said Hermia, trudging up the pathway. She rapped on the door, and looked over at the house next door. Gabriel and Angelo lived there. They also owned some extra land around the side and further out from the end of Helena's garden, because according to Helena, she had seen Gabriel riding a horse once or twice and Angelo wearing some swimming trunks.
Helena opened the door. She looked a state. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes were red, and her wavy blonde hair was mussed.
"Jeez, Helena, you look awful" said Hermia.
"Thanks a bundle" Helena sniffed "Oh, he was so horrid. He said that I was the neediest girlfriend he'd ever had, and that I wasn't even any fun to be with. He started comparing me with other girls, saying about how they could do this and that, and then said about how boring I was in contrast. He even mentioned you"
"Nice" said Hermia "Just dump the idiot"
"I can't! I'll never get another boyfriend!"
"Having no boyfriend is better than having a bad boyfriend" said Hermia.
"That's easy for you to say. You've got boys dripping off your finger tips"
"Doesn't mean I like them all" muttered Hermia. She drummed her fingers on her belly. It felt round, and solid. It wouldn't be too long, and she wouldn't be able to see her toes anymore. Let alone paint them. Maybe she could twist Juliet's arm into doing it for her.
"Hermia?" gasped Helena, looking at Hermia drumming her stomach.
"Oh, have you only just noticed?" asked Hermia.
"You're...pregnant?"
"Yep. Sixteen weeks going on seventeen. Which is four months now. It's the size of my mascara and it's even got fingernails. Shame it's a boy, otherwise I could paint them when he's born"
"It's a boy?"
"Oh, you're interested in one of my problems now?"
"Hermia..."
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry"
"That's ok"
There was a silence between the girls. Hermia coughed.
"Shall we chill out in your room? I haven't brought any chocolate with me today, although I did get some toffees. I have been craving them so badly"
"You're turning into your Benvolio friend. He loves them. When he had braces, Demetrius said he got his mouth stuck shut" snivelled Helena. Helena sounded so pathetic, that Hermia couldn't help snorting even though it was a catty piece of gossip concerning one she cared for deeply.
"I heard something similar from Tybalt" added Hermia, as they climbed up the stairs. They turned the corner and walked into Helena's room. Helena's room was tidier than Hermia's. Helena's stuff was a lot more girly, although plainer, than Hermia's. Helena's room was painted quaint pastel colours, whereas Hermia's room was painted bright purple. Helena had neatly framed photographs, whereas Hermia had a massive pop collage of pictures of her friends, Lady Gaga, old concert tickets, a few silly scribbled pictures of the teachers and a picture of Tybalt when he was two, turned upside down. Luckily Tybalt hardly ever went in her room, otherwise he'd have killed her for it.
Hermia made herself comfortable in poofy armchair, and Helena took the end of her bed as a seat.
"You can see right out into Gabriel and Angelo's yard from here" said Hermia, looking out the window.
"Yard? More like an entry for a best garden competition" sniffed Helena.
"There he is!" said Hermia, pointing. Helena peered out the window.
"Yeah, there he is indeed. Quick, come away from the window. If he catches us, he'll go nuts and start screaming"
"What is he doing?" asked Hermia, watching him kneel between some bushes and lay out various objects in a strange, but particular pattern.
"I have no idea" said Helena "Come away! He'll catch you and attempt to sue you for stalking"
"I'd like to see him try" scoffed Hermia, watching as he rifled through a book, and then light a candle. The girls watched him. The window was slightly open as they heard him start to chant.
"What a weirdo. I mean, I always knew there was something kind of wrong with him, but now look what he's doing. Nut job" dismissed Hermia, turning back to Helena and popping a toffee in her mouth. Helena helped herself to a toffee.
"What are you going to call the baby?" asked Helena.
"I don't know yet" shrugged Hermia "I had a look at a few girl names, in case the scan people got it wrong and I liked a couple, but I've been looking through mainly boy names. There's just so many. Juliet didn't like Oleo very much. She thinks I'm mad"
"Lysander wouldn't like it either. It's a bit – it is Lysander's right?"
"Sure" said Hermia, rubbing her finger tips up and down her stomach. Helena didn't give it a second thought, and Hermia was grateful. Helena didn't know about Benvolio. Everything was covered.
"Gabriel, what are you doing out there!" yelled a deep masculine voice.
"None of your business, you pig-faced herpes infected gigolo!" shrieked Gabriel's high-pitched tenor.