Chapter Two
Dearest Romeo,
How arts thou? Doeseth thou farest well?
I know you, Romeo. Who you are. Who we can be. Love me, Romeo. Be mine.
Love,
Your Juliet
Rachel looked at what she typed and laughed uncontrollably. She sat in her room in front of her computer, typing up a message to Cedric. Her previous IM conversation with her best friend, Diane, had got her thinking.
Yeah, right, like I'd send that to him, she thought, re-reading her message. She picked up her notebook and flipped through the pages and saw all her random doodles: hearts, reds and pinks, and the name Cedric written everywhere, in script, bubble letters, calligraphy, etc.
I am such a loser, she thought. Then Rachel dropped the notebook by accident and it hit the "enter" key, sending the message.
"Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no!!!" she yelled. "Shit." She tried canceling it, but it was too late. The message was sent. Any time now, Cedric would read it.
At least he doesn't know it's from me, Rachel thought, somewhat relieved, but still insanely worried. She tried concentrating on her essay.
In about an hour, while Rachel was still on her computer researching, she heard,"You've Got Mail!"
Yay, a break from this crap, Rachel thought. She clicked her e-mail window, and was shocked to see the address it had come from.
"cl_." Are you kidding me? she thought.
She refreshed her window, just to be sure, and when the slow computer finally re-loaded, it was still there. She thought of calling her friends immediately, but decided to wait. Rachel clicked the message.
Dear Juliet,
I beeth well. Doth thou, fair maiden?
So, I guess you know who I am. Who are you? Or will I not get that so easily? You aren't some sort of stalker, are you? Joking, joking. You do have a sense of humor, though, right? Because I can't stand people that are all serious and dull and gray. I need color and fun and looseness, if that's a word. But, enough about me. Tell me about you. Like who you are, for example.
Love,
Your Romeo
Rachel replied almost immediately, after catching her breath and returning her thoughts to normal, and re-reading the message about 80 times to be sure she wasn't dreaming. She also pinched herself, quite hard.
Dear Romeo,
Nice to know we're on the same page about a few things: No, you're not getting that out of me so easily; no, I'm not a stalker; yes, I'm very open to jokes about anything, especially myself (I'm able to laugh at myself. I hate people that get offened at one little joke about them); I'm the craziest, funnest (if that's a word), most colorful, most loose person you could ever know; and I guess that's all I have to say, for now. *wink* Your turn.
Love,
Your Juliet
Rachel clicked send, her heart racing, and got a reply in a matter of minutes.
Dear Juliet,
Haha, you are a fun person. Are you sure you don't want to tell me who you are? It's only fair, you know. You know who I am. At leat give me a hint. *puppy dog eyes* Please?
Love,
Your Romeo
Rachel thought for a second. He does deserve the truth, but can Rachel do that without giving herself away?
Dear Romeo,
*sigh* I guess you do deserve something. Only one hint, but what to tell you? I'm not sure I want to give myself away, not yet. This is hard. Well, how about you ask me a question, and I'll answer it. Ask me anything.
Love,
Your Juliet