Author's Note: Hi guys! I guess I should tell you that I'm gonna start going off script now. Things are gonna get complicated, so hang on.

Laurie lay in her dorm-room bed, staring up at the ceiling, and having an enormous fit of insomnia. Her mind kept going back to Juliet, laying motionless by the wall. The potion - and the plan - had worked.

Well, almost.

Laurie couldn't stop thinking about Romeo. She hadn't been able to contact him, and tell him about what was going on. It was silly, really, her fears. It wasn't like Romeo was going to hear about what happened, right? He was in another city, anyways, and nobody from the school was allowed to contact him. It was ridiculous to think that he'd find out!

Wasn't it?

Laurie wasn't the only one having a sleepless night. Across the campus, Paris sat on a bench in the school court-yard, staring unseeingly into the distance. Likewise, his thoughts were full of his crush, but for different reasons.

Oh Juliet. My beautiful Juliet. What happened?

Obviously, Paris couldn't get to bed. How could he, when Juliet was in the hospital, for an unknown reason? Who knew what had happened to her? Who knew what was happening to her right now? What was she going through? Paris shifted back and forth restlessly, then abruptly stood up.

If he couldn't sleep, he was going to see Juliet.

The lights were off in Capulet's dorm, despite having been on for the last 2 hours. After hearing the news, the popular Junior's friends had shown up to comfort her. There had been many tears and many gentle words. There had also been a group prayer, because one of Capulet's friends was a devout Catholic.

But now, while every other girl lay sleeping, Capulet's green eyes were wide open.

The impromptu sleep-over had helped her immensely. She no longer felt like bursting into tears. But she still felt empty inside. There was a hole in her chest, one that just kept getting bigger the longer she lay there. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.

Pushing back the covers, she grabbed her coat. With her free hand, she scrawled a note on a sticky: Gon walking. Dont worry about me. Ill be back.

Then she stepped outside, into the crisp, autum evening.

And far away, on a bus, sat a blond-haired emo, with eyes that were so very far away.