Zelda12343 - Yes, we will :)
So, Romeo's got another crush (sigh!) and it looks like poor Rosaline is the unwitting recipricant.
After his little flirt, he supposed, with Rose, Gabriel headed home to put into action his latest scheme. Being overly dramatic was second nature to him. If Angelo thought for one second he could get at Gabriel by bringing another offspring into his life, he had another thought coming. Gabriel couldn't believe he'd turn against him like this. He thought Angelo cared about him, even if he couldn't understand him.
Even though this would be the meanest thing he'd ever done, he had to think about it logically. He was doing her a favour – who would want Angelo for a father?
With trembling fingers, Gabriel wrapped the parcel. His hands were cold. With a small frown, he inspected his hands. He had a nail that was about to break. Gabriel pulled it, hoping to smoothen it with a nail file later, but he pulled to hard. The nail ripped to almost the quick. He gasped, and plunged it in his mouth to suck and sooth away the sting. When he pulled it out, it had stopped bleeding. There was no way he could file it. Instead he hurried into his bathroom to find a plaster. He glanced in the mirror.
He wasn't like the other boys in Verona. They fought, were always in scraps, had confidence and usually charisma oozing from their earholes. Gabriel had neither. Maybe that was why Angelo was so ashamed of him. Gabriel had not yet sided with the Capulets or the Montagues, but had been 'rescued' from possibly the wimpiest Montague by the toughest Capulet. Benvolio had caught Gabriel making eyes at his girlfriend, and wasted no time telling him where to go. Gabriel used words and some cutting insults to defend himself, until Tybalt stumbled onto the scene.
Clearing his mind of the thought, Gabriel pulled on his leather jacket and headed over to the Burry Estate. Normally, he wouldn't have been caught dead on the Burry Estate. It was literally the most disgusting place in Verona. There was a high chance of being beaten up, just for breathing too loudly. In fact, every time sirens were heard, or there was news of a burglary on the television, everyone would just roll their eyes and say "The Burry Estate!"
But the ends justified the means. Armed with printouts of Google directions, an address he had Juno wheedle out of his cousin Lysander's current crush Hermia, who hated Rosaline enough as it was, Gabriel was ready. He walked briskly as it would be dark soon, and soon found himself outside a terraced house. It was probably one of the less grim ones, as there were curtains in the windows, and vase of flowers in a window, but it was still kind of manky. Who would have thought that Queen Bee Rosaline lived here?
Gabriel buzzed, holding the package. He waited, expecting Rosaline to answer. He knew who she was, but hadn't ever got to know her.
Instead, a girl a few months younger than him opened the door. Gabriel almost wanted to gasp. She had blonde hair, like him, but it was darker. Her eyes were blue, just like him, but lighter. There was a clear resemblance, despite the fact that neither of them resembled Angelo.
"Hello?"
"Hi" said Gabriel.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Gabriel" replied Gabriel "You're not Rosaline, are you?"
"No, I'm her sister. I'm Livia. Can I help you?"
"My dad...I mean, Angelo, told me to drop this parcel off"
"Livia, who is it?" called a voice.
"It's..." Livia paused. She turned back to him "Do you want to come in?"
Gabriel stepped in, and looked around. They stood at the bottom of a flight of stairs. To his left was a kitchen with the tables and chairs crammed in. To his right was the living room. That was it. His entire bedroom was bigger than this.
It was strange, seeing how his...half-sisters, he supposed, had grown up. They were both at complete ends of the spectrum. Gabriel lived in the lap of luxury, wanting for nothing, and these girls had had to work for everything. He could see they'd clearly tried. There were rugs covering a fraying carpet. Plants sat on coffee tables, and it was clean.
"Can I help you?" Gabriel turned to see Camilla Oftmoro. She was quite pretty for her age. She wasn't as beautiful and glamorous as her sister, Lady Capulet, but she still had a nice face. She was blonde and blue eyed, just like her daughters, but she was getting on a bit. She was kind of chubby. In actual fact, she kind of reminded him of that photograph he kept of his mum, but his mum was young and beautiful.
"Angelo wanted me to give you this package" said Gabriel, using his posh snobby voice. He reminded himself that he was not here to make friends. He was here to scare them away. Curious as he was about them and their life, about their story of Angelo's sneaky affair, now was not the time to find out. Thank goodness he was a good actor.
"What is it?" asked Livia.
"How should I know?" asked Gabriel, still using his snooty voice.
"What are you talking like that for?" asked Livia, looking confused.
"Talking like what?" Gabriel went on "Like I am not a commoner? It is not my fault my father saw fit to make sure that I was educated correctly"
"I beg your pardon?" seethed Camilla.
"No, I beg yours" Gabriel pouted.
"Are you taking the piss?" hissed Camilla.
Gabriel was aware of the door being opened behind him, but decided to go on for the dramatic effect "I did not come here to mock you. Angelo made me come here and deliver a parcel. And to see whether or not you had spent all his money yet"
"I don't want his money" spat Camilla.
"Then it is not my problem" sighed Gabriel "He just made me deliver this. I did not have any desire to come to this" he let his eyes flicker around the room, so that he could deliver maximum offense "dump"
"How dare you insult my home!" shouted Camilla.
"I shall insult people as I see fit!" snapped Gabriel "I am leaving. I was supposed to be going round my friend Juno's house tonight"
"Then go!"
"Do what she says!" added Livia.
Gabriel held his hands up "Fine. I do not possess any desire to be here anyway. I do not care if Angelo has a go at me for what you did with the money. Looking at the state of you...I bet you have spent it all on drink"
Both Livia and her mother gasped, and Gabriel turned away to leave only after throwing the package at the wall. Mission accomplished. And then he turned straight into Rosaline.
"You must be Rosaline" he said. And then, for even more offense against them, he added "Tybalt Capulet's bitch"
"What do you want?" snarled Rosaline.
"Nothing. I am leaving. I have no desire to stay here any longer than necessary. Enjoy the package"
Rosaline blocked his way angrily "Number one, I want to know your name"
"Gabriel. Now step aside, I have some more important business to attend too"
"Secondly, I want to know of your relation to me"
"Well, Angelo Fulgencio is my father, and he claims you are his father from his first marriage to this whore-"
"How dare you!" shouted Camilla.
"And thirdly, I want you to turn around and apologize to my mum at once!"
"Make me" sang Gabriel "I don't have to do anything anyone tells me too!"
The door banged open, and this time Tybalt stood there.
"Apologize to Ms. Oftmoro at once!" he snarled. Gabriel looked taken aback.
"You heard me!" thundered Tybalt "Apologize to Ms. Oftmoro and Rosaline at once. Or next time I won't be so helpful when someone as pathetically wimpy as Benvolio Montague is ripping the shit out of you!"
"He didn't even touch me!" protested Gabriel.
"We know that's a lie, you little coward. Now turn around, and apologize!"
"I'm sorry I called you a whore" sulked Gabriel, and then he turned to Rosaline "I'm sorry for being rude"
"That's better" hissed Tybalt "Now, what business did you have here?"
"I just said! Angelo made me deliver a parcel. Now I'm off, because I want to go round my friend Juno's house to watch Gossip Boy!"
"Get out" instructed Tybalt, pointing at the door. Gabriel turned, and pranced off down the street. When he was out of eyeshot, he slowed to a pace. Some chavs shouted something vulgar at him. Gabriel wrapped his leather jacket around him. He felt a little guilty.
But now that they had their little 'present' from 'Angelo', with a bit of luck, they wouldn't want anything to do with him. Even though it seemed harsh, in the long run, they'd be grateful to him