A - Thank you! I'm currently just jotting down ideas for a sequel. I know I've said I've got the ending to this one ready, but I keep changing it and being indecisive. I can't wait to get my kittens either.

I can't believe I have hit fifty chapters! Twenty chapters ago I was thinking about an ending, and I still haven't got there. Ah well. Today, we get a few much wanted moments with Beatrix torturing Benvolio!


It was down to Hermia to set Beatrix a room up. Beatrix refused to share with the boys, so Hermia put her in the room next door. It then occurred to Benvolio that he didn't have to share his bed with Mercutio, he could have just asked Eugene for a different room with another bed. But right now didn't seem like a good time, especially as he was pacing up and down in the living room, muttering about all the stupid bloody Montagues.

The nurse fetched them for dinner, and they all ate in an awkward silence. Hermia and Benvolio shared knowing glances, and when Mercutio dropped his fork on the floor and bent down to pick it up, he noticed that their legs were a little too close to each other's for comfort. Romeo stayed bright pink with embarrassment throughout dinner, and neither of them knew what to say to the other.

"Even if Tybalt looks like Robert Pattinson, Justin Bieber and Taylor Lautner don't" said Beatrix suddenly.

"Gabriel looks like Justin Bieber"

Hermia snorted so hard that the water from her drink shot back in the cup.

"Mercutio, you are just so..." growled Beatrix.

"Gabriel is blond" corrected Benvolio.

"And dumb" added Mercutio.

"Some of us at this table are blonde, actually" chided Beatrix.

"Really? Well, I can see your roots!" scoffed Mercutio.

Beatrix opened her mouth to say something, but Hermia interrupted "Your hair is nice naturally. Why'd you dye it?"

"Because I don't want the same hair colour as Benvolio!" snapped Beatrix.

"Thanks" said Benvolio sarcastically.

"It's a nice colour" said Hermia "I love that kind of dark brown"

Benvolio smiled at her. They carried on eating in silence, and then went upstairs to avoid Lord Capulet as he stormed around the living room, still muttering. They watched TV in Hermia's room, and then at ten 'o' clock, went to bed, as there was nothing else to do.

Sunday turned out to be as boring as last week. Lord Capulet boxed up his wife's old possessions, and then shoved them in a spare room, should she turn up for them. Romeo dared not face him.

"This house is so quiet. And it's so boring" complained Beatrix, as Benvolio beat her at Checkers yet again.

"Tell me about it. I've been stuck here all week. It's like living in Miss Havisham's attic"

"Who is Miss Havisham?" asked Beatrix.

"Don't tell me you don't even know who Miss Havisham is?"

"Well, no. Is she another person in one of your boring old books?"

Benvolio glared at her "Yes, she is, actually. I studied 'Great Expectations' in English last year. What did your class do?"

"Pride and Prejudice. I didn't get it" said Beatrix.

"Of course you wouldn't, you ignorant Twitard" muttered Benvolio.

"I heard that" snapped Beatrix.

"I know. It was intentional" Benvolio shot back.

"It's not fair you're so smart and I'm not" Beatrix sulked.

"Really? Well, I thought you said you were grateful you got the beauty, and I got the brains because I was so ugly that the brains wouldn't even be worth it. Although I have to say...your beauty is questionable"

"Thanks a bundle"

"Hermia was right, you look better with your natural hair colour" Benvolio said, an eyebrow raised "And count yourself lucky. You don't have to wear glasses. You could look a lot nicer than an extra from Legally Blonde"

"The day I need you, Mr. Pin-Striped Purple Tie And Black And White Chequered Shirt, to give me fashion tips will be the day Tybalt gets down on one knee and proposes to Mercutio"

Benvolio snorted "That would be pretty funny"

Beatrix grinned "What did you do at this party I heard about anyway?"

"Got pissed, got Eugene pissed, played pop music, danced with Hermia, made out with Hermia-"

Beatrix's bright pink mouth transformed into an O.

"No way!" she spluttered.

"Yep. We did. She says I'm cute. Geek chic"

"But she's a Capulet!"

"So? She says she's only a bastard Capulet. And I'm only a Montague cousin. It's only if you're Romeo or Juliet you should be worried"

"I knew it" said Beatrix "I knew there was something going on between those two. He was always defending her when I called the Capulet girls slags"

"Hermia's not a slag"

"Have you seen the way Demetrius and Lysander crawl over her?"

"Yeah, but it's not like she's giving it up to both of them"

"Well, she's damn right cheating on Lysander with you. You know, Lysander is like Edward, Hermia is Bella, Demetrius is Mike Newton and you're Jacob!"

"Beatrix" said Benvolio.

"Yes?"

"Don't make me punch you!"