Magenta - Yeah, it is! I don't know if you've ever played Sims 2, and been in Veronaville? That might explain it a little...
Dagger - I'm so glad you like it! It makes me so happy when people say it's a good story :)
So, Tybalt and Rosaline are now causing trouble for the Montagues!
For Tybalt, the situation at the Montagues improved dramatically. The next morning, he and Rosaline refused to get up until nine 'o' clock and then they both wandered into school late. Lady Montague had been horrified at their actions, and they both laughed about it as they walked down the corridors to their classes.
"Nice night, was it, Tybalt?" jeered Petruchio, as he headed out a classroom and down the corridors to the toilets.
"Just right, thanks very much!" Tybalt yelled back.
They also spent their time spreading the word about their party to their classmates. They were going to keep Juliet in the dark about this arrangement, and told guests not to tell her or mention it to her.
The rest of the week was spend with Tybalt being rude to, and swearing at, the Montagues and making Rosaline laugh and Juliet feel embarrassed.
On Thursday night, Rosaline took a break from hers and Tybalt's campaign to sit down and revise for an Economics exam coming up around the corner. One day, she hoped to be wealthy, with thousands of little minions running around doing as she said. Tybalt was in the bath. Rosaline had told him he needed one and he'd gone without much further ado. Juliet and Lady Montague just looked mystified at her power over him. Lord Montague shook his head.
Like Benvolio had done on Sunday night, Rosaline pulled out her files on the dining room table, and began to work. And like Lord Capulet had done on Sunday night, Lord Montague walked up and peered over her shoulder.
"What are you doing, young lady?"
Rosaline turned and looked up at him "My Economics homework. Why – don't you understand it?"
"No. I just wondered why a chav like you would want to do homework"
"Number one" began Rosaline "I am not a chav. I am the girlfriend of a chav. And two, don't ever call me and Tibby chavs again. Even if he is a chav, that doesn't give you the right to call him that"
"Suit yourself" said Lord Montague. Rosaline waited for him to go. She didn't want anything to do with the father of an old love conquest.
But he didn't. He settled down in the opposite chair, and picked up one of her files "Hmm...we didn't do this when I was your age. Oh. You got an A* on this. What made you want to do Economics?"
"Because I like money. I want to be rich. I grew up on a dingy old estate after my dad packed up and left us. I knew Tybalt through family, but at night when my group went out and when his group went out we'd run into each other a lot. He hung out with the sort of people who lived near me. We've got a lot in common. In fact...if I remember rightly, we got engaged when we were six"
"Cute" scoffed Lord Montague.
Rosaline glared at him.
"Are you going to leave?" she asked rudely "I can't concentrate when there's someone breathing down my neck. It's hard enough telling Tybalt to get lost so I can work"
"Why do you hang out with a loser like him if he stops you from working?"
"He's not a loser" snapped Rosaline.
"Haven't you seen him? There is absolutely no hope for that boy"
"I'm Tibby's hope!" snarled Rosaline, snatching back her papers "Nobody understands him, apart from me. We look after each other"
Lord Montague shook his head "How ridiculous. You could have a bright future ahead of you, and you're just going to waste it with a good for nothing boy like him"