Ok here is the next chapter for my story. Sorry it took so long to update, I had lots of stuff going on so I couldn't find time.

Anyway thank you all for review and here is the chapter.

Meeting Paris
"Welcome, welcome!" Tybalt winced as the voice called out. He had arrived in Sicily only a few days before and was now standing on the outskirts of a large group of boys. Some of them seemed older and generally bored, Tybalt figured that they had been going to this school for a while and had heard the welcoming speech one to many times.

"As you all should know I am Signor Bianchi, your instructor. I will be teaching all you need to know in order for you to live a good life!"

"Right…" Muttered a boy next to Tybalt. He had short sandy brown hair and a long face. His skin was tanned and he had on a light cotton tunic and beige leggings.

"I will be instructing you in mannerisms of court, math, science, religion, and literature, among other things." A pause and the heat seemed to get thicker if that was at all possible.

"He is boring as hell." The sandy haired boy muttered. Tybalt blinked and looked up at him. His face seemed familiar and Tybalt kept trying to place it.

The speech went on to include rules, regulations, etc. etc. By the end Tybalt was hungry and tired.

"So where are you from?" The boy asked as they walked over to their cots. Apparently by a stroke of luck they where next to each other.

"Verona."

"Ah. Your name?" He asked as he changed into a different set of clothes, these ones much nicer than what he had on before. The material Tybalt guessed, was probably from the orient.

"Uh, oh it's Tybalt."

"Just Tybalt?"

"No, Tybalt Capulet." He stated as the older boy dragged him out of the room.

"Oh." Something seemed to have dawned on the boy, "You're the kid who Mercutio always beats up." Tybalt blushed as they slowed down to a walking pace. "I am terribly sorry about his behavior, his Aunt is never strict with him and his father is a merchant so he is always away from home. Though the Prince's father has been trying to instill some manners in the boy." He paused then peered at Tybalt through liquid brown eyes. "I never told you my name did I?"

"Er – no."

"Well then, I am Paris. Paris Romano." He said. The two had stopped at the edge of the yard under a large tree. "This is where I usually stay, it's cool and I get away from everyone." He sighed and flopped down onto the grass. Tybalt stayed standing and glanced around.

"What about the lessons?" He asked. Paris looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Today's Saturday, lessons will continue on Monday. You get up at five, wash, dress, and eat. Fencing is first, that will last till eight. Then math and literature, that will last till lunchtime. We will then stop and eat, play a bit, pretty much do whatever you want. Lessons start back up at 1:30 with dancing till four. After that mannerisms of court till six. Dinner then science till nine. You then change and go to bed. Sometimes science is switched with math, but not that often."

"Oh." Was all Tybalt could say as he sat down. Paris had gone silent and seemed to be drifting off. A few minutes passed, then half an hour. Tybalt was getting bored and desperately wanted to explore the area. Yet he felt that he shouldn't leave his spot. After a bit he noticed that Parris was starting to sit up.

"I'm sorry for being such a dud, but I snuck out to town last night and didn't get back till late and I am extremely tired. You can go walk around and what not, just don't go near the kitchens, Maria will chase you out with a butcher knife." He then promptly lied down and fell back asleep.

Tybalt blinked then decided to do what he had wanted to do. He stood and stretched – uncramping all of his muscles. After that he headed off in a totally random direction. He passed by boys playing with a hoop and some had a ball that they where passing around. Others where sitting around and reading. He wandered for a good portion of the hour then dejectedly headed back to where Paris was sleeping. Well was sleeping.

"I have a grand idea." The boy said as Tybalt walked up. It appeared that he was totally refreshed.

"And what idea would that be?" Tybalt asked, wondering if he should be worried or not.

"There is this great swimming spot not far from town. We can go swimming; some of my friends will want to come so you can meet new people. Plus Trapani is an awesome city."

Tybalt nodded numbly and followed Paris down to the main area of activity. After navigating their way through the crowd Paris veered left and soon arrived at a small shack. Well more or less the remains of a shack. It appeared to have been burned down a while ago but someone had forgotten to remove the old warped pieces of wood. Among the pile stood three boys. They waved to Paris as he walked up with Tybalt in tow.

"You adopted a newbie I see." One of them called as he hopped down from the delapittated structure. Paris nodded and pushed Tybalt forward.

"He's a Capulet, well… the nephew of the Capulets." Paris said. Tybalt cast a look up at him, rather confused that he knew that he was a nephew.

"His name French, his name." Another one cat called.

Paris scowled at the boy, "His name, Amadeo, is Tybalt. One would think you would know as your father is their cook."

Amadeo sneered and walked over. "Rather puny." He said as he walked around Tybalt. Paris pushed him away and pulled Tybalt towards him.

"No one lays hands on the newbie, got it?" The group nodded then circled around Paris.

"So what are we doing?" Asked a boy.

"Swimming. It's a hot enough day and old Bianchi is sleeping – again."

The group spoke softly to each other before giving their consent.

"Is the newbie coming?" Amadeo asked as he slid over to Paris.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." Paris glared at him then strode off with the rest of the group following.

TBC
Ok that's it for now… the ending sucks but whatever. Please review!