Romeo and Juliet and Great Expectations Crossover (Modern Day)
Pip's POV
I can't wait to see Juliet. She's just so beautiful. I haven't felt this way about anybody since Estella. I know I ruined that relationship and Juliet sat there to watch me. I know Juliet hates me for that and would have told me no for marriage. But that's what parents are for. Her parents arranged this whole entire marriage and wedding day. I just can't wait to see Juliet walking down the aisle.
"Pip, you ready?" Joe asked.
"More than ready!" I smiled. I looked over at Joe, Biddy, and little Pip. I wanted to marry Biddy at one point of my life, but I couldn't because Joe got to her. I don't really care. I want Joe to be happy and Biddy is the one to make him happy.
"What if she doesn't show up?" Biddy asked.
"She's going to show, whether she likes it or not." I smirked. I fixed my tux and look in the mirror.
"Alright." Joe said, walking out the door.
I just need everybody to stop doubting her showing up. I know she's going to show. She's my best friend and she'll never let me down. I've never done anything wrong to her. Why shouldn't she show up? Unless she mysteriously dies or something.
"Pip, I don't want you getting hurt by her. Please don't be mean or ruin it like you did Estella. And, Pip, can you promise me one thing?" Biddy asked.
I looked at her. "Depends on what it is."
"Don't fall too hard for her. Don't fall like you did with Estella. Please don't. It'll save your heart from being broken." Biddy asked of me.
"I promise." I said. "Now can you leave so I can finish getting ready? And take little Pip with you." Biddy left the room without a look back, taking Pip with her.
I sit down on my seat and let myself stress out about nothing. Biddy thinks I'm going to get hurt, but doesn't she know that I've been hurt enough to never get hurt again. I know one thing for sure. Romeo better not show up to my wedding or else I'm going to fight him. Fight him real good. He says he's not a fighter but I don't believe him. He is a fighter. He fights for what he believes in. I laugh to myself. An evil laugh it is.
I walk over to the dresser where I keep all of my valuables. I grab the structure that has a handle and a safety lock. If he tries anything, this will be his last day. I walk out the door, continuously laughing. Juliet will be mine, one way or another.