A/n: Well, here's the next chapter. We've met almost all the major players, now.
Once again, don't own it.
Mercutio was asleep, just like any sane person would be (It was 2 in the A of M) when his cell phone went off, playing a Jazz tune. He answered; groggily wondering WHY he had left the bloody thing on.
"Speak, or I'll kill you." He grummbled.
pause "You shouldn't answer the phone like that, you know." It was a VERY familiar voice
"Benvolio? What the hell are you doing calling me this late?"
"Oh, nothing. I just...wanted to talk, ya know?" Ben was faltering, loosing his nerve, and Mercutio was not going to have been woken up for nothing.
"sigh You had another nightmare, didn't you? You know they're only dreams."
"...Yes. And I know. Would you..."
"I'll be over in 10 minutes. Just...Try to get back to sleep, OK?"
"Thank you." click
Mercutio pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, then climbed out his window skillfully. Ben had been having nightmares for as long as either of them could remember, and many times Ben would call on Mercutio for comfort.
Mercutio climbed up the trellis to Ben's balcony and walked into his room. The room instantly flooded with dim light. Ben sat up on his bed, pale and smiling sheepishly.
"'M sorry I woke you, Mercutio." He said.
"Nah, it's ok. Not like I was having a good dream or anything." Mercutio sat down on the bed. "You wanna talk about it?"
"I...don't remember anything, really. I just...have this feeling that something really bad is going to happen. Soon."
"Well, cheer up. It's probably just telling you that you're going to fail a test or something." Ben smiled faintly.
"There it is! Now, c'mon, give darling Mercutio a bigger smile, alright?"
"No, I don't think so." He said with a fake frown.
Mercutio pounced, sending Ben backwards so he was lying down with Mercutio on top of him. Mercutio smirked.
"Now... what do we have here? A Banvolio who won't smile and can't do anything to stop me from making him."
"You wouldn't!" Ben hissed.
Mercutio raised an eyebrow. "What are you, new?" And thus he ticked Ben, making him shriek with laughter.
"Merc...utio! St..stop it! My.. some..one will hear!" He protested weakly. Just then, they heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Ben gasped for air and looked around franticly.
"Quick! You have to hide!" he hisssed. Mercutio dived under the bed with ha wink, just before the door opened and Ben's Aunt Marie walked in.
"Are you alright? I could have sworn I heard voices...."
Ben blushed. "I'm fine! Really! And you must be so tired you're hearing things!" Ben was, unfortunatly, a very bad liar. Marie raised an eyeborw and lifted the covers hiding the area underneath the bed to see a grinning Mercutio.
"Hello Mrs. M. How are you this lovely night?" Marie rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Ben. Hiding boys under your bed! I thought we already had this talk." she said with a wink to Mercutio. Ben burried his head in his pillow and screamed. "Now don't stay up too late, you two. You have school tomorrow, and don't forget you'l lbe out late at that party you were talking about, Ben." He had neglected to tell her it was Tybalt's party.
Marie left the room and Mercutio climed out from under the bed.He straightened out his clothes.
"Well, that went better then expected. But what was this I heard about you hiding other boys under your bed? I'm hurt, Benvolio! I thought you loved me!" Mercutio cried, holding his hands on his heart. He fell back onto the bed and grinned over at Ben.
Ben laughed lightly "Oh, please! You know you're the only one i'd have under my bed, Mercutio." He said warmly. Mercutio grinned wickedly and pounced, pinning Ben again. Well this is familiar Ben thought wryly..
"Yes, but what about in your bed, dearest Benvolio? Am I still the only one for you?" Mercutio asked, bringing his face close to Ben's, jokingly.
"I think maybe I should be asking you that, Mercutio."
"But of course! Who else could possibly put up with me long enough to get into my bed? You always be the only one, Benvolio."
If only....If only this wasn't just a joke, Mercutio. If only you could see me for real..
Jillie Corwen was trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Tybalt was going to let her come to his party. She had whinned and pouted and moped for days before he finally broke down. She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when he said she could come. He had looked like he was in pain. Yes, Jillie was one sadistic little 13 year old.
"JILLIE! Come Here a momment, would you?" Came a shout from the next room. Jillie ran to where her nanny and her mother were.
Amelia Corwen was a strict looking lady. "Jillie, daughter of mine. I have just received some very interesting news." Her mother said.
"You can't prove I did it!" Jillie protested. Her Nanny laughed.
"Be quiet, Lilly. And it's not that kind of news. I just heard that Patrick Adams is interested in you."
Jillie made a face. "Patrick Adams? You mean that looser who's always hangin' out with Tybs?"
"Oh, but Jillie! This is WONDERFUL! He's a great boy, and so very handsome!" Lilly the nanny protested.
Jillie rolled her eyes, before smirking evily. She hid it behind a meek expression. "I shall try to like him, if I can. But I won't make any promises!" She said.
"Good. Now go get ready for bed, honey. It's late."
Jillie cackled evily in her mind and she began to plan the torture she would put Patrick through.