Charlie Bone and the Library of Fantasy

Chapter Six: Split Up: Part Two – Emma

Author's Note:

I'm not very good at Shakespearean language and stuff so bare with me.

Story:

Emma yawned and opened her eyes. She stood up slowly.

"Where am I?" she looked at her surroundings.

She was in a meadow. None of her friends were in sight.

"Hello? Charlie? Livvy? Fido? Tanc? Gabe? Sander? Anyone?" Emma looked around wildly.

She sighed.

"I better find out where I am."

Emma spotted a dirt path. It went into the woods. She stepped onto it and started walking, sticking to the trail.

She was worried about her friends. Where were they?

Soon she reached a city that was surrounded by a tall wall – probably for defence.

Emma tried to find a way into the city. She didn't want to be left in the woods at night.

After half an hour, she finally found a way in.

It looked like a fairly medieval city.

She walked up to a nearby woman.

The large woman turned around as Emma tapped on her shoulder.

"Where am I?" Emma asked.

The large woman quickly walked away.

Emma stood there, confused.

She decided to stroll around this medieval city.

Soon, she spotted someone. She peered at him closely. He was a very handsome guy. He looked like he was in his late teens or early twenties. He was holding a rose and was practicing some sort of speech.

"Hullo" Emma said walking up to him.

"Milady!" He responded, grinning.

"Um…right…anyway…where am I?"

"My fair lady, why doth thee not know where thee is?" His grin grew.

"Um…I'm lost…" Emma scratched the back of her neck.

"Milady, thou is in Verona!"

"Verona?" Emma repeated.

Emma thought.

"Wait a second…are you, by any chance, Romeo Montague?"

He grinned broadly.

"Yes, I am Romeo Montague. May I have the honour of knowing your name, fair maiden?"

Emma stared at him, wide eyed. My fair lady, fair maiden. Was he flirting with her in some sort of demented way?

"Um…it's Emma…"

"Emma…thou hath a name as beautiful as this rose…."

Romeo handed her the rose, smiling.

"Err…thanks…"

"'Tis a pleasure to please such a pretty lady."

Romeo grabbed Emma's hand and kissed it. Romeo smiled, looking back up at Emma.

"Why hath thou cheeks gone so pale? Doth thee feel unwell?"

Emma felt awkward. It seemed like a non existent person was flirting with her. She didn't know what to do.

"Please, sweet Emma, bequeath me with a kiss from thine cherry lips."

Emma stepped back, eyes wide.

"Um…I'd rather not…." she said, edging away from Romeo, who was edging nearer.

Romeo frowned.

"Why ever not, my dove?"

Emma gulped.

"We - we only just met!"

"But can you not see, my love, that we were meant to be? Fate hath brought us together! Doth thee not agree that we were meant to be?"

He was very close now. Emma couldn't back away anymore because she was against a wall.

She was so uncomfortable and embarrassed that she snapped.

"No, I don't agree! I'm only twelve! I'm not even a teenager yet! I don't like you! I don't even know you! You don't even exist!"

"But how can I not exist?" he asked, still coming closer, "When I am right here?"

Emma couldn't answer that. She couldn't tell him he was a book character; he wouldn't believe her.

"Well…what about Juliet?" Emma asked, nervously.

"Juliet who?" Romeo asked, "The love I feel for her is nothing compared to the love I feel for you"

He leaned in to kiss her.

Emma ducked out of the way and ran.

He ran after her.

"My sweet love, why doth thee run?"

"Go away! Leave me alone!" she cried, running out of Verona.

He followed her.

"Wherever thou goes, I shall follow."

"Leave me alone!"

Romeo caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm.

"Give me a chance. One is all I ask. I shall come with you in your journey through the woods. You need protection. The woods are dangerous for young ladies like you. I shall not take no for an answer."

Emma sighed hesitantly. The woods would be dangerous, and she didn't have a way to defend herself.

"Fine." Emma sighed again, "But no funny business!"

Romeo nodded. They began walking.

For the next few hours, he held back from trying to kiss her but still tried to persuade her to do so. He constantly sang out romantic poetry – which Emma found corny and annoying. He wouldn't shut up or leave her alone.

She felt like he was an annoying zit that just wouldn't go away. She would've preferred risking the woods alone.

Little did she know that her problem was going to get a whole lot worse…