Chapter 6
In a few hours, I snuck over to my new best friend's house. (Tybalt had been demoted.) Romeo's parents weren't home, and mine were in the den "discussing". What they were discussing, I don't know. But I'm almost certain it had everything to do with Romeo and me.
He had left the front door unlocked--as he said he would--and I slipped in quietly. I locked the door and snuck up to his room where I knew he was waiting.
The door to his room was open, but, apparently, I was early. He was standing in front of his mirror, evidently trying to decide what clothes to wear for something special (obviously my visit, as he was only wearing boxers). He held up a pair of khaki pants and a wife-beater, looking them over with a critical eye. I tried not to smile as I backed out of the doorway, still peeking in. He threw the clothes on his bed and sighed. Watching himself in the mirror, he smirked and said, "Hey Jules."
He frowned and shook his head. He put on a smile. "Juliette, I know we haven't been friends for the longest time, but we've known each other forever. You know me and understand me better than anybody--even Tybalt. And I hope you feel the same way. I feel like I could tell you anything. I could tell you my nightmares, my--"
He sighed, looking slightly furious. "Stupid . . . I know we haven't actually gone out on an official date yet or anything, but I've loved you since we were little, Julie--Julie? I don't even know if she likes to be called Julie. And I can't tell her I love her, she'll think I'm crazy."
He turned around (probably about to start pacing) to see me standing in the doorway, smiling.
Before he could get over his shock, I walked over and kissed him.
"You can call me whatever you want."
"J--Jules," he managed to say after a moment. "How long have you been here?"
I looked him up and down. "Long enough."
