(A/N: Here it is! Romeo and Juliet! Oh, and I must remind you again, that I am no good at romance stuff. It's all so different from killing all my characters. What? I get to do that later on? COOL! On with the story!)
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Two Gangs
One City
An Ancient Feud
Reignited By Hatred
And Ended By The Actions
Of Two Young Lovers
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SCENE I - A Tussle In The Tainted Town
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"Man, we been sittin' here all day!" Silt complained, glancing at his watch, "There aren't any Montagues here!"
Silt and Stain stood, leaning up against a wall, both looking around for members of their rival gang, The Montagues.
"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," Stain said bitterly, "There's only room enough for one gang in Verona-Cho."
"Yeah, yeah, I get that, but what's that got to do with standing here all day and-"
"Shhhhh!" Stain put a finger up to his lips, silencing Silt immediately. With the other hand, he pointed over to a clearing, in which two rudies wearing red were now tagging the front window of a small shop. He shot Silt a grin before making his way over to two, gesturing for his partner to follow.
"Well," Stain began, a smug grin covering his face, "Look what we have here."
The two whirled around, their smiles fading into scowls. "What do you two want?" one spat, his hand clenched around his paint can, as if looking for an excuse to use it.
"Oh, nothing." Stain said with mock innocence, "just wanted to see the horrible excuses for tags you guys are painting these days." He pretended to inspect the half-finished tag, "Wow, is that it? I've sneezed up better stuff than that!"
The Montague on the left's eyes widened, as he raised his spray can, and gave it a few shakes. "You looking for a fight, Capulet?"
"As a matter of fact," Stain said, grinning and raising a spray can of his own, "That's what I've been looking for all day."
Silt threw the first punch, striking the left Montague across the face. The Montague stumbled back as the other jumped towards Stain, catching him off guard and streaking him across the face with his paint.
"What the?!? What the hell do you think you're doing?" A smallish kid in a green hoodie made his way between the two feuding parties, spreading his arms to keep them away. "Quit it, all of you! I thought we agreed that we wouldn't just start fights anywhere we want! Or did you forget that the Keisatsu are everywhere?" The kid drew his own paint can, raising it up so all of them could plainly see it. "I mean it."
"HA! What's this?" A taller kid, jacket pulled up, covering half his face, skated toward them, giving the green-clothed kid a skeptical look.
"Slate!" he yelled to him, "Give me a hand here!"
"Talking about peace with that spraycan in your hand, Yo-yo?" Slate scoffed, "I don't think so." He reached into his back pocket, grabbing a bright red spray can.
"Well, what do we have here?" A tall, well-built man made his way into the square, wearing a red shirt and baggy grey jeans. "A fight? Jazz! Hand me my paint!"
A black shirted, bleach-haired woman made her way in behind him, wrapping her arms around him and trying to pull him away. "Please, don't get involved, Clutch. It's too dangerous!"
Yet another pair made their way into the square, one a huge, dark-skinned man, clad in black, a huge golden yen symbol around his neck, a boombox held in one hand. The other was a short, pale-complexioned woman, also dressed in black. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" the man exclaimed, moving towards the fray of people, spraycan in hand.
The next thing they heard was sirens. Pedestrians dived out of the way as a police car stopped just inches from the assembled party. The sirens ceased and out stepped a shortish man, black hair that looked as if it was from a bad '70's movie, 5 o' clock shadow clearly visible, along with a gun holstered at his waist.
"What have I told you?" he said, a mixture of despair and rage, "This has happened three times before! It's been three times that you've disturbed the peace of Verona-cho! Last time it almost cost a life! I'm warning you.......all of you; if this happens again, the people responsible will get Life. I mean it." he added, stalking back to his police car. He backed up, narrowly missing a few people, before hitting the gas and taking off around the corner.
One by one, the people began to leave the square, each one leaving the same way they came in, until only the Yo-yo, and the couple dressed in black were left.
"Yo-yo," the woman began, "where's Beat? I thought he was with you?"
Yo-yo shook his head. "He's been acting pretty weird lately, Cube. It seems like he's avoiding me."
"Neither me nor Combo has seen him much this week. He wakes up, leaves all day, then comes back when we're all sleeping."
Combo nodded in Yo-yo's direction. "There he is."
"Listen, Yo-yo," Cube said, "could you do us a favor and find out what's wrong with him? You two are best friends, after all. Here he comes. Thanks so much for doing this."
The two turned, trying to blend in with the other passers-by, as they discreetly made their way out of the square.
"Hey!" Yo-yo called, making his way over to his friend. "Yo, Beat. What's wrong? You look....lost, or something."
"I'm uh....I'm OK, Yo-yo." He gave a half-smile, the kind you see on a heartbroken man trying to convince people he's alright.
The smaller rudie cocked his head to the side, looking carefully at Beat. "C'mon, out with it. I know there's something wrong, I just don't know what it is."
Beat let out an exasperated sigh, turning and leaning up against a nearby wall. "It's just this girl," he began, only to be cut off by his friend.
"Oooooh, OK. I see where this is going. Lemme guess, you asked this girl out but she never returned your calls, am I right?"
Beat shook his head, a sorrowful grin tugging at his lips. "Not exactly....."
"What is it then?"
"This girl....Rose.....she's a good friend of the Capulets....practically a member."
Yo-yo stared incredulously at him. "The Capulets?" He gave an amused whistle, "That's deep, buddy. Your best bet is to just forget about it. This Rose chick is off-limits."
Beat sighed. "That's what I've been thinking about for the past couple of days.....I want her to fall in love with me like I have with her...but she doesen't even know I exist!"
Yo-yo stifled a laugh. "So, you're telling me that you're crazy about this girl, and she has no idea who you are? Sounds like a stalker case to me."
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Scene II - Illiteracy Pays Off
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"C'mon, Clutch." The young man pleaded, "You're the leader of the gang! Can't you just order her to go out with me or something?"
Clutch gave a low chuckle, shaking his head amusedly. "What makes you think I can do that? I'm not a tyrant. Besides, she'd never listen to me anyway. As much as I like you, Disk, I can't just say "Hey, go out with him"."
The young kid gave a groan, running a hand through his short brown hair.
"Try and win her over," Clutch continued, "Maybe I can't convince her, but perhaps you can. Go sweep her off her feet, Disk-o. Oh, that reminds me. Pelt! Pelt, you here?"
"Right here, boss." The kid ambled into the living room, a grin covering his face. "What'cha want, boss?"
"Well, first of all, stop calling me "boss". Second of all, did you get that list I left you? The one with all the people on it?"
Pelt produced a crumpled piece of paper from his jean pocket. "Here it is, boss."
"Good. Now do me a favor and go get all those people. We're having a Halloween party here tonight. I want you to invite all of 'em, alright?"
"Sure thing boss!"
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"Alright, first up....Rock, Rain and uh.....damnit...who is that?" Pelt squinted, looking at the small, four-letter word in confusion. Rock....Rain....and who? He tapped a passerby on the shoulder without looking up. "Hey buddy, what does this say?"
The voice hesitated for a second as he read the small handwriting. The kid gave a surprised gasp. "It says "Rose"....."
"YES! That's it! Thanks man!" he said, still looking down at the list as he skated off, leaving Beat and Yo-yo to think....
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"I say we go, man. We can crash that party and you can see your little love-muffin!"
"How?" Beat reasoned, "Every single person in the Capulets knows our faces. How would we get in there?"
"Well, if you'd care to check a calender before you went to bed, today happens to be October 31st. Halloween. What other party do you have on Halloween besides a Halloween party?"
Beat sighed, but Yo-yo could tell he was happy. "Alright," he conceded, trying to hide a grin, "We'll go. But just for a little while."
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Scene III - Disk Is Cool! Go Out With Him!
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"Where the hell is she?" Jazz muttered, glancing over at the girl beside her. "Piranha..." she pleaded, "would you get her in here please?"
Piranha chuckled, shaking her head. "GUM!" she yelled, "C'MERE!"
Seconds later, a tall, slim girl wearing a light green dress and a grey helmet skated in, pretending to plug her ears. "Geez, 'Rahna, think you could've been a little louder?"
The girl simply smiled.
"Ya know that guy came back around here asking about you...." Jazz said, grinning.
"Ugh," she groaned, "Disk's back again? I thought I got rid of him last time....I mean, to any other guy, a swift kick to the pills is a clear sign for him to back off."
"Well, Clutchy seems to like him...."
"Well I don't. You don't know him. He just plays sweet in front of you and Clutch.
"He's going to be at the party tonight, ya know."
She groaned again. "Well then I'm not going. I cannot stand to even be in the same room as him."
"Oh come on," Jazz said pleadingly, "just go there and see him. Maybe you'll change your opinion about him."
"And maybe," Gum said with a scoff, "I will fall in love with a Montague."
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Scene IV - A Boring Story That I Had To Cut Out
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"Hurry it up, Beat! We're almost there!"
"Calm down, Tab. I'm coming...."
"Yeah, take it easy, Tabster," Yo-yo said, "Can't you see the man's nervous? He's going to see the girl that has no idea who he is, and then proceed to declare his undying love to her."
"I'm sure it'll be interesting to see what happens next," Tab added, "restraining order, slap in the face, kick to the jimmy, etc......oh yeah, this is gonna be a good night. Reminds of this time when I was mackin' this chick, and she was all like, "Oh Tabby....", and then I was like-"
"Tab, shut up!" Beat said, breaking his silent streak.
"Well, if you insist, Mr. Grumpy."
Beat sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I just....I got a really bad feeling about this party."
"That, sir, is common sense. I do my best to ignore it."
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Scene V - Beat and Gum Sitting In A Tree.......
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Beat stood to the side, pretending to watch his two companions as they "cruised for chicks", but was lost in his own thoughts. Where was Rose? "I knew it," he mumbled, "this party was nothing but a big waste of time....
Then he saw her. His heart jumped around in his chest. That romantic music that plays when you fall in love.....he thought he heard that, too. Rose who?
"Yo, Beat," Tab called, making his way over to him, "Why don't you come over here and......hey, what's wrong?"
"Her," he said, gesturing to the young girl, "She's......she's so beautiful."
"Who is she?" Tab asked
"I have no idea....."
Tab patted him on the shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Good luck man,"
he said, moving back onto the dance floor.
"Excuse me," Beat said, grabbing the nearest person, "who is that girl over there?"
"Oh, her?" the man said with a laugh, "That is....um...Gum, I believe."
"Beat!" a voice boomed, "Beat the Montague!"
Beat turned to face the person, only to be confronted by an angry Slate. "What do you want?" Beat said quietly.
"Well, I'd like your skates bronzed and put up on my wall. And I can never wait to get what I want," he said, drawing a spray can.
"Oooh no ya don't," Clutch said, grabbing Slate by the collar and pulling him within whispering range. He muttered a few words into the rudie's ear before giving him a gentle shove toward the door. "Go cool off. I don't want any fighting at the party."
The song changed suddenly, going from "The Scrappy" to "Put Your Hands On My Shoulder" by Good Charlotte (A/N: A slow song, if you hadn't guessed.). Beat saw his chance. He walked slowly, making his way over to the girl. He held out a hand, asking the unsaid question, and to his joy, she took it, giving him a shy smile.
The two moved slowly, joining hands, and moving their feet in unison, resembling a well-rehearsed choreography as they danced, hands on each other's shoulders. Cliched as it sounds, they did indeed look longingly into each other's eyes, lost in the trance that is "love-at-first-sight".
As the song faded, the two leaned in, sharing a long, passionate kiss. They stood there, locked in bliss until Piranha's voice called out to her.
"Gum! Jazz wants you!"
Gum broke the kiss reluctantly, giving a shy smile at Beat, before dashing off. Beat began walking slowly, as if in a stupor, off the dance floor, only to be met with a sly smile from Piranha.
"Sooo I'm guessing you kinda like Gum, huh?"
Beat went red, as he ran a hair through his hair. "You could say that. Who was she anyway?"
"That's Gum."
"Oh....is she a friend of the Capulets?"
"Nope," she said with a wink, "even better. She's one of 'em."
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Gum lay sprawled out on her bed, a dumb smile spread across her face. "Hey 'Rahna!" she called.
The girl skated in quickly, the perpetual smile still plastered on her face. "What's up, Gum?"
"Do you know who that guy was?"
"Oh, yeah. He was asking about you after you left. I remember him. His name's Beat. That Montague that Slate was trying to start up with."
"A........Montague?" she asked, her face turning grim and depressed. "Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm. Told me so himself. He seemed kinda shocked that you were a Capulet, too."
"I can't believe this," Gum said, squeezing her eyes shut to ward off the threatening tears, "It can't be....."
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Two Gangs
One City
An Ancient Feud
Reignited By Hatred
And Ended By The Actions
Of Two Young Lovers
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SCENE I - A Tussle In The Tainted Town
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"Man, we been sittin' here all day!" Silt complained, glancing at his watch, "There aren't any Montagues here!"
Silt and Stain stood, leaning up against a wall, both looking around for members of their rival gang, The Montagues.
"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," Stain said bitterly, "There's only room enough for one gang in Verona-Cho."
"Yeah, yeah, I get that, but what's that got to do with standing here all day and-"
"Shhhhh!" Stain put a finger up to his lips, silencing Silt immediately. With the other hand, he pointed over to a clearing, in which two rudies wearing red were now tagging the front window of a small shop. He shot Silt a grin before making his way over to two, gesturing for his partner to follow.
"Well," Stain began, a smug grin covering his face, "Look what we have here."
The two whirled around, their smiles fading into scowls. "What do you two want?" one spat, his hand clenched around his paint can, as if looking for an excuse to use it.
"Oh, nothing." Stain said with mock innocence, "just wanted to see the horrible excuses for tags you guys are painting these days." He pretended to inspect the half-finished tag, "Wow, is that it? I've sneezed up better stuff than that!"
The Montague on the left's eyes widened, as he raised his spray can, and gave it a few shakes. "You looking for a fight, Capulet?"
"As a matter of fact," Stain said, grinning and raising a spray can of his own, "That's what I've been looking for all day."
Silt threw the first punch, striking the left Montague across the face. The Montague stumbled back as the other jumped towards Stain, catching him off guard and streaking him across the face with his paint.
"What the?!? What the hell do you think you're doing?" A smallish kid in a green hoodie made his way between the two feuding parties, spreading his arms to keep them away. "Quit it, all of you! I thought we agreed that we wouldn't just start fights anywhere we want! Or did you forget that the Keisatsu are everywhere?" The kid drew his own paint can, raising it up so all of them could plainly see it. "I mean it."
"HA! What's this?" A taller kid, jacket pulled up, covering half his face, skated toward them, giving the green-clothed kid a skeptical look.
"Slate!" he yelled to him, "Give me a hand here!"
"Talking about peace with that spraycan in your hand, Yo-yo?" Slate scoffed, "I don't think so." He reached into his back pocket, grabbing a bright red spray can.
"Well, what do we have here?" A tall, well-built man made his way into the square, wearing a red shirt and baggy grey jeans. "A fight? Jazz! Hand me my paint!"
A black shirted, bleach-haired woman made her way in behind him, wrapping her arms around him and trying to pull him away. "Please, don't get involved, Clutch. It's too dangerous!"
Yet another pair made their way into the square, one a huge, dark-skinned man, clad in black, a huge golden yen symbol around his neck, a boombox held in one hand. The other was a short, pale-complexioned woman, also dressed in black. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" the man exclaimed, moving towards the fray of people, spraycan in hand.
The next thing they heard was sirens. Pedestrians dived out of the way as a police car stopped just inches from the assembled party. The sirens ceased and out stepped a shortish man, black hair that looked as if it was from a bad '70's movie, 5 o' clock shadow clearly visible, along with a gun holstered at his waist.
"What have I told you?" he said, a mixture of despair and rage, "This has happened three times before! It's been three times that you've disturbed the peace of Verona-cho! Last time it almost cost a life! I'm warning you.......all of you; if this happens again, the people responsible will get Life. I mean it." he added, stalking back to his police car. He backed up, narrowly missing a few people, before hitting the gas and taking off around the corner.
One by one, the people began to leave the square, each one leaving the same way they came in, until only the Yo-yo, and the couple dressed in black were left.
"Yo-yo," the woman began, "where's Beat? I thought he was with you?"
Yo-yo shook his head. "He's been acting pretty weird lately, Cube. It seems like he's avoiding me."
"Neither me nor Combo has seen him much this week. He wakes up, leaves all day, then comes back when we're all sleeping."
Combo nodded in Yo-yo's direction. "There he is."
"Listen, Yo-yo," Cube said, "could you do us a favor and find out what's wrong with him? You two are best friends, after all. Here he comes. Thanks so much for doing this."
The two turned, trying to blend in with the other passers-by, as they discreetly made their way out of the square.
"Hey!" Yo-yo called, making his way over to his friend. "Yo, Beat. What's wrong? You look....lost, or something."
"I'm uh....I'm OK, Yo-yo." He gave a half-smile, the kind you see on a heartbroken man trying to convince people he's alright.
The smaller rudie cocked his head to the side, looking carefully at Beat. "C'mon, out with it. I know there's something wrong, I just don't know what it is."
Beat let out an exasperated sigh, turning and leaning up against a nearby wall. "It's just this girl," he began, only to be cut off by his friend.
"Oooooh, OK. I see where this is going. Lemme guess, you asked this girl out but she never returned your calls, am I right?"
Beat shook his head, a sorrowful grin tugging at his lips. "Not exactly....."
"What is it then?"
"This girl....Rose.....she's a good friend of the Capulets....practically a member."
Yo-yo stared incredulously at him. "The Capulets?" He gave an amused whistle, "That's deep, buddy. Your best bet is to just forget about it. This Rose chick is off-limits."
Beat sighed. "That's what I've been thinking about for the past couple of days.....I want her to fall in love with me like I have with her...but she doesen't even know I exist!"
Yo-yo stifled a laugh. "So, you're telling me that you're crazy about this girl, and she has no idea who you are? Sounds like a stalker case to me."
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Scene II - Illiteracy Pays Off
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"C'mon, Clutch." The young man pleaded, "You're the leader of the gang! Can't you just order her to go out with me or something?"
Clutch gave a low chuckle, shaking his head amusedly. "What makes you think I can do that? I'm not a tyrant. Besides, she'd never listen to me anyway. As much as I like you, Disk, I can't just say "Hey, go out with him"."
The young kid gave a groan, running a hand through his short brown hair.
"Try and win her over," Clutch continued, "Maybe I can't convince her, but perhaps you can. Go sweep her off her feet, Disk-o. Oh, that reminds me. Pelt! Pelt, you here?"
"Right here, boss." The kid ambled into the living room, a grin covering his face. "What'cha want, boss?"
"Well, first of all, stop calling me "boss". Second of all, did you get that list I left you? The one with all the people on it?"
Pelt produced a crumpled piece of paper from his jean pocket. "Here it is, boss."
"Good. Now do me a favor and go get all those people. We're having a Halloween party here tonight. I want you to invite all of 'em, alright?"
"Sure thing boss!"
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"Alright, first up....Rock, Rain and uh.....damnit...who is that?" Pelt squinted, looking at the small, four-letter word in confusion. Rock....Rain....and who? He tapped a passerby on the shoulder without looking up. "Hey buddy, what does this say?"
The voice hesitated for a second as he read the small handwriting. The kid gave a surprised gasp. "It says "Rose"....."
"YES! That's it! Thanks man!" he said, still looking down at the list as he skated off, leaving Beat and Yo-yo to think....
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"I say we go, man. We can crash that party and you can see your little love-muffin!"
"How?" Beat reasoned, "Every single person in the Capulets knows our faces. How would we get in there?"
"Well, if you'd care to check a calender before you went to bed, today happens to be October 31st. Halloween. What other party do you have on Halloween besides a Halloween party?"
Beat sighed, but Yo-yo could tell he was happy. "Alright," he conceded, trying to hide a grin, "We'll go. But just for a little while."
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Scene III - Disk Is Cool! Go Out With Him!
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"Where the hell is she?" Jazz muttered, glancing over at the girl beside her. "Piranha..." she pleaded, "would you get her in here please?"
Piranha chuckled, shaking her head. "GUM!" she yelled, "C'MERE!"
Seconds later, a tall, slim girl wearing a light green dress and a grey helmet skated in, pretending to plug her ears. "Geez, 'Rahna, think you could've been a little louder?"
The girl simply smiled.
"Ya know that guy came back around here asking about you...." Jazz said, grinning.
"Ugh," she groaned, "Disk's back again? I thought I got rid of him last time....I mean, to any other guy, a swift kick to the pills is a clear sign for him to back off."
"Well, Clutchy seems to like him...."
"Well I don't. You don't know him. He just plays sweet in front of you and Clutch.
"He's going to be at the party tonight, ya know."
She groaned again. "Well then I'm not going. I cannot stand to even be in the same room as him."
"Oh come on," Jazz said pleadingly, "just go there and see him. Maybe you'll change your opinion about him."
"And maybe," Gum said with a scoff, "I will fall in love with a Montague."
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Scene IV - A Boring Story That I Had To Cut Out
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"Hurry it up, Beat! We're almost there!"
"Calm down, Tab. I'm coming...."
"Yeah, take it easy, Tabster," Yo-yo said, "Can't you see the man's nervous? He's going to see the girl that has no idea who he is, and then proceed to declare his undying love to her."
"I'm sure it'll be interesting to see what happens next," Tab added, "restraining order, slap in the face, kick to the jimmy, etc......oh yeah, this is gonna be a good night. Reminds of this time when I was mackin' this chick, and she was all like, "Oh Tabby....", and then I was like-"
"Tab, shut up!" Beat said, breaking his silent streak.
"Well, if you insist, Mr. Grumpy."
Beat sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I just....I got a really bad feeling about this party."
"That, sir, is common sense. I do my best to ignore it."
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Scene V - Beat and Gum Sitting In A Tree.......
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Beat stood to the side, pretending to watch his two companions as they "cruised for chicks", but was lost in his own thoughts. Where was Rose? "I knew it," he mumbled, "this party was nothing but a big waste of time....
Then he saw her. His heart jumped around in his chest. That romantic music that plays when you fall in love.....he thought he heard that, too. Rose who?
"Yo, Beat," Tab called, making his way over to him, "Why don't you come over here and......hey, what's wrong?"
"Her," he said, gesturing to the young girl, "She's......she's so beautiful."
"Who is she?" Tab asked
"I have no idea....."
Tab patted him on the shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Good luck man,"
he said, moving back onto the dance floor.
"Excuse me," Beat said, grabbing the nearest person, "who is that girl over there?"
"Oh, her?" the man said with a laugh, "That is....um...Gum, I believe."
"Beat!" a voice boomed, "Beat the Montague!"
Beat turned to face the person, only to be confronted by an angry Slate. "What do you want?" Beat said quietly.
"Well, I'd like your skates bronzed and put up on my wall. And I can never wait to get what I want," he said, drawing a spray can.
"Oooh no ya don't," Clutch said, grabbing Slate by the collar and pulling him within whispering range. He muttered a few words into the rudie's ear before giving him a gentle shove toward the door. "Go cool off. I don't want any fighting at the party."
The song changed suddenly, going from "The Scrappy" to "Put Your Hands On My Shoulder" by Good Charlotte (A/N: A slow song, if you hadn't guessed.). Beat saw his chance. He walked slowly, making his way over to the girl. He held out a hand, asking the unsaid question, and to his joy, she took it, giving him a shy smile.
The two moved slowly, joining hands, and moving their feet in unison, resembling a well-rehearsed choreography as they danced, hands on each other's shoulders. Cliched as it sounds, they did indeed look longingly into each other's eyes, lost in the trance that is "love-at-first-sight".
As the song faded, the two leaned in, sharing a long, passionate kiss. They stood there, locked in bliss until Piranha's voice called out to her.
"Gum! Jazz wants you!"
Gum broke the kiss reluctantly, giving a shy smile at Beat, before dashing off. Beat began walking slowly, as if in a stupor, off the dance floor, only to be met with a sly smile from Piranha.
"Sooo I'm guessing you kinda like Gum, huh?"
Beat went red, as he ran a hair through his hair. "You could say that. Who was she anyway?"
"That's Gum."
"Oh....is she a friend of the Capulets?"
"Nope," she said with a wink, "even better. She's one of 'em."
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Gum lay sprawled out on her bed, a dumb smile spread across her face. "Hey 'Rahna!" she called.
The girl skated in quickly, the perpetual smile still plastered on her face. "What's up, Gum?"
"Do you know who that guy was?"
"Oh, yeah. He was asking about you after you left. I remember him. His name's Beat. That Montague that Slate was trying to start up with."
"A........Montague?" she asked, her face turning grim and depressed. "Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm. Told me so himself. He seemed kinda shocked that you were a Capulet, too."
"I can't believe this," Gum said, squeezing her eyes shut to ward off the threatening tears, "It can't be....."
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