"Look at me! I'm a sexy beast!" Mercutio yelled, dancing on the stage manically. Hal and Clarence danced alongside him, creating air guitars. "Look, Benvolio! Look at me!"

"Someone kill me…" Benvolio muttered, covering his face. Romeo laughed.

"Relax Benny!" he grinned. "Dance! It's Christmas!"

"NO!"

Geoffrey grinned, and took a sip of the beer he'd stolen from his father's private stash. He wouldn't be needing it anyway, so why let it waste? He hated his father! The bastard!

Just then, a girl with ginger hair, and sparking green eyes sat down beside him, also holding a can of the beer. She grinned at him, and held out her hand. "You're Geoffrey, right?" she asked.

Geoff nodded. "Yeah, or as Twatbalt calls me: Goofey."

The girl laughed. "Oh yeah! You were the boy who punched him!" She grinned at him. "I was the girl slobbering all over him."

Geoff raised an eyebrow. "Hermia Capulet? His sister?"

"Half sister! I'd hate to be his full sister, yuck!"

The Duke of Brittany to be smiled. "HA! That was hilarious! You're just like Mercutio!"

"Yeah! He's the best!"

"Ain't he just?"

Geoff took a sip of his beer again.

"So? How many siblings have you got?" Hermia asked.

"9."

"9?!" Hermia spluttered. "I've only got Tibby! That's more than enough!"

"One's dead." Geoff said bluntly. "William died before I was born. He suffered from epilepsy."

"Oh my! That's horrible. How old was he?"

'Two."

"Poor kid."

"I know."

They watched as Mercutio spun Benvolio around wildly, and the latter screamed loudly. The onlookers chuckled.

"I have Geoff," Geoffrey explained. "He's my half brother. It's confusing, because we both have the same name. He's a bastard. Then there's Hen, then Rich, then me, then Matilda, Ellie, Joan, Johnny and another William. We call him Willy." He sighed. "It's very noisy."

"It must be!" remarked Hermia, smiling. "So do they all live with you?"

"Some," Geoffrey replied. "Henry, Rich and I are going to uni next year. It'll be great to get away!"

He didn't notice her sad face when he said that.

"Willy was born a few months ago." Geoffrey continued. "Mum's pissed that she has to look after him when he's not her son."

"He's a bastard too?"

"Geoff and Willy aren't our mother's kids. We all have the same dad, but they have two different mums! The whole house is full of arguing, and dad often goes out and gets drunk. He ends up sleeping with some young woman who's Rich's age, and the next day he usually comes back with gifs to suck up to mum with. It makes me sick."

"So why do Geoff and Willy live with you if they're not your mum's kids?" Hermia asked.

"Because the women are usually quite young, and their parents always want them to give the kid up. So dad takes them."

"It must be annoying for you."

"Yeah, it is."

Hermia placed her hand on top of his, and he turned to look at her surprised. "I know how you feel," she said. "Tybalt and I share the same dad. He's Lord Capulet's brother. Tybalt's mum left him for some alcoholic bum who gambled all day. I can't see why, but she did. Dad was so upset that he withdrew into himself literally. Tibby was only two. Then one day, he met my mum. She was a lot nicer than Tibs's mum, and soon I was born."

"Was?" Geoffrey said, frowning.

"She died not long after I was born." Hermia explained. "Of a tumour in her brain."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. We live with Juliet and her family at Capulet Manor. Dad was so distressed after mum's death that he went away for a while. He travels around the world now, sometimes with new friends, or by himself, but he visits us whenever he can."

"How long is that?"

"About every six months."

"And how long does he stay?"

"Two months or so."

Geoffrey thought over that for a moment before he smiled. "At least your dad cares about you both. Mine doesn't."

"Doesn't he?"

"No. He favours Johnny over me, and Mum favours Rich. Hen and me have to put up with it, and get attention somewhere else. Dad's desperate for money, and he owns this massive company. Mum was born into one, and dad married her for her money, but he did love her back then. Now, they argue all the time, and dad has flings with loads of women, and that's why I have loads of half siblings. I hate him. I hate his guts!"

Hermia patted his arm reassuringly. "I hated my dad for leaving me and Tybalt after mum died as I grew up. But I had Juliet and Mercutio and my other friends to help me. You have lots of friends, don't you Geoffrey?"

"Yes-"

"So we all help each other right?"

"Yes, I gu-"

"So you can hang out with us when you parents and siblings piss you off!" Hermia grinned, her green eyes sparkling.

Geoffrey burst out laughing. "Yes, I guess so!" But then his face darkened. "That doesn't make up for, though."

"It won't. But you have us to help you. Never forget that, Geoff."

The teen smiled. "I won't." he placed a hand on top of hers and squeezed it lightly. "Thank you, Hermia."

She smiled back at him, and returned the gesture. "Anytime."

He then gave a small grin. "You know what else my father's done?"

"What?"

"The old git's so desperate for money, that he's betrothed me to Conan's daughter. He's the Duke of Brittany."

Hermia looked surprised. "I thought they don't do that anymore. It's totally medieval!"

"I know, but he wants to "rule" two different companies; one in England, one in France."

"What's his daughter like?"

"She's three years younger than me. She's more like Johnny's age!"

"She's in Year 10!"

"Yes!"

"Any you have to marry her!"

"Yes!"

"How horrible!"

"I know! She's vain and spoilt because she her dad's only kid! God knows how I'm going to put up with her when I marry her!"

"I pity you, Geoffrey, I really do!"

"She demands everything! The other day, she through a fit because she got this very expensive pair of shoes that her dad got her that any girl would dream for, and they were in the wrong colour! What a bitch!"

Hermia laughed so much that there were tears coming out of eyes and running down her face!

"That! That's hilarious!" She leaned on Geoffrey to stop herself from rolling over on the floor. "That's the- that's the funniest thing ever!"

"And I have to put up with it later!" Geoff exclaimed. He wrapped an arm around her, and the two laughed together, tears on both their faces from it all.

"Your family's hilarious, Geoff!"

"I know," came the grinning reply. "I know."

Hermia sat up, and wiped the tears away, still laughing. "What's this girl's name?" she asked.

"Constance," Geoffrey replied. "But she's known as Connie."

"I pity her father. Having to spend all that money on her all the time."

"Oh no!" Geoffrey concerned, raising an eyebrow. "He dotes on her!"

"I can see why she's such a bitch then!"

"Exactly!"

Hermia smiled at him again. "It must be hard, Geoff."

"Yes, it is. Why can't I make my own decisions in life? I get bossed around all the time, and I get no affection from them at all!"

Hermia leaned forward, grinning, and whispered: "You could always disobey them…"

Geoffrey gave a charming grin. "And what would you be suggesting I disobey?"

"Oh, I don't know…" Hermia said, her eyes twinkling. "What did your dad say you couldn't do?"

"He said I wasn't allowed to have any relationships at all, because I'm marrying her."

The girl grabbed his arm and ran her fingers up it. "Then break that rule then."

"By your tone of voice, I guess you mean you."

"Why not? You're fit, and I'm gorgeous!"

Geoffrey laughed. "Me? Fit? Really?"

"Of course! You're practically god sent!"

"In that case…" Geoffrey grinned and whispered in her ear. "I'll take up that offer…"

Hermia grinned back at him, and grabbed his hand, and laughing, they snuck off out the room, Hermia holding Geoff's hand tightly.

From across the room, Mercutio motioned to Hal and pointed at the retreating pair. "Looks like Hermia's going to have some fun!" he whispered, giggling.

Hal responded by waggling his eyebrows and tongue suggestively, and drank his 6th whole bottle of beer down his throat. Then another and another. He then wobbled and called out: "And I'm going to have some fun too! Hey Kate! Wanna have some fun?"

And with that, he fell flat on his face, as Jingle Bell Rock started to play.

"Jingle Bell swing!" Mercutio giggled, drinking down his 6th bottle of beer and grabbing Benvolio by the arm.

"Swing, Benny, swing!" and he fell flat on the floor as well, on top of Hal, and spread out his arms. "Swing with me, baby! I'm the saviour!"

People turned to look and Mercutio giggled. "Hal's a babe!" Mercutio called drunkenly, lifting up Hal's face. "Wakey, wakey Hal, you're on fire!"

"Don't burn the turkey…" Hal murmured, and his head slammed on the floor again, and Mercutio let out a roar of laughter. "Get me a doctor, I've got a case of the hots! I'm a sexy beast!"

His eyes spun dizzily. "Oooh, my head hurts!"

And his body fell to the floor, on top of Hal's, and the room fell silent.

"What the hell just happened?" Romeo asked, walking in.

Benvolio only groaned and shook his head. "You don't want to know..."

Clarence, holding his phone, laughed. "This is so going up on Youtube!"

"Oh no…" Benvolio mumbled.

"And Facebook!"

Hal wriggled in his drunken sleep. "Burn, Turkey, burn!"

"YOLO!" Mercutio yelled, rolling off Hal with his eyes closed, and lay eagle spread on the floor. "YOLO BABY, YOLO! LET THE TURKEY BURN!"

"Tybalt Turkey," Hal giggled.

"Turkey Tybalt, BURN!" Mercutio slurred. "Burn, burn, Tybalt Turkey!"

"Tybalt Turkey BURN!" Hal snickered.