Zelda12343 - I love them too. They're so cute! I definitely enjoy writing them.
Oreoskidz - Hahaha! I knew that someone would like the tarty leoprint thong line!
Poor Romeo. And he gets humiliated today. Poor, poor chap.
"This is perfect" sighed Rosaline, lying back on the grass.
"Yeah" replied Tybalt, lying by her side "Apart from the parcel, what are you going to do with the money?"
Rosaline rolled her eyes "I have no idea. I want to spend it, and make myself happy, but at the same time, it feels wrong to use it. He explained to me about the divorce, but it was a pretty lame excuse. His reputation had been at stake!"
"What a pathetic man" scoffed Tybalt "Want me and Simon to pay him a visit?"
"No. Leave him alone. He's just a pathetic, pathetic womanizing old man going through a midlife crisis. He and Gabriel deserve each other. I mean, in a way, I understand the reputation bit, I have to keep my reputation at school, but for pity's sake, I'm his daughter! Your uncle dotes on Juliet. He took Hermia in"
"Well, just so you know. I'm here" Tybalt reached over and grabbed her hand.
"I know" Rosaline turned to smile at him.
"Has Montague been giving you any grief?" asked Tybalt.
"Um...several voicemail messages, and he has somehow managed to get Livia's mobile number and send her texts asking her to talk to me for her. I swear he has de Clerambault's Syndrome or something, I mean, Katharina says it was the same when he fancied her"
"Stalker" muttered Tybalt "Just say the word, and I'll take him out. I will. I'll smash his face in!"
"Give it a rest, Tibby" sighed Rosaline "He asked me to meet him by the fountain at noon"
"Are you going?"
"Nope" replied Rosaline.
Coincidently, the bell for noon rang from the church clock. They both turned and sniggered at each other.
"Looks like Romeo's meeting nobody at the fountain right now" smirked Tybalt.
"I bet he's bragged to his little chums that he's meeting me. How hilarious!"
"He deserves it!"
"Mercutio will tease the hell out of him!"
"Hey, Ros, want to know a secret about Mercutio?" asked Tybalt.
"What?"
Tybalt leant over and whispered it to her.
"His poor mother! Married to a drunkard, and then him! I only hope her oldest son Valentine will be a source of comfort"
Rosaline turned away and looked over at the rest of Verona, the towers loomed over the trees in their patch of the park. She wondered about Angelo, as partial governor of the city, and wondered how he felt. Pride? Responsibility? But most of all, she wondered if he ever wondered about the wife and daughters he had abandoned as he helped govern over a city with a population full of children and their parents. Reputation indeed...
"Ros? You alright? I know sometimes we sit quietly, but is something bothering you?"
"How'd you know?"
"You get this look" said Tybalt, with a wave of his hands.
"Just thinking about Angelo, really. I mean...it's just...depressing. It's always on my mind!"
Tybalt glanced away, and then squeezed her hand, sitting up "Come on. We'll go back to mine and have lunch. I'm starving. I'm sure I make us some decent food, and I think I taped The Jeremy Kyle Show. Want to watch it?"
"Yep. Might as well. I heard Shari's aunty is going to go on it someday"
They both clamoured to their feet, although Tybalt helped Rosaline up. They walked, with his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist, and headed towards his place. Unfortunately, the quickest way to get there was to pass the fountain, where, undoubtedly, lovestruck Romeo would be waiting. The thought didn't register with either of them until...
"Rosaline!" cried the all too familiar voice.
"Great" muttered Rosaline. Tybalt unwrapped his arm from around her, and Rosaline felt him stiffen, straighten up and knew that he would be scowling.
"Rosaline! I knew you would come!"
"Just keeping walking. I'll ignore him for your sake, and the fact that I want to watch my TV show without my knuckles stinging"
"Rosaline! Don't leave me! I have stayed awake all night in anticipation of seeing you today!" Romeo hurried in front of us, and smiled eagerly at her. Tybalt, however, gave him a death glare. Romeo's smile faltered.
"Hello, Romeo" answered Rosaline coldly, glancing at Tybalt.
"Tybalt, did you...walk Rosaline here? That was...nice of you"
"Yes, I walked Rosaline here. And I will walk with her back to my house when you get out of my way" Tybalt snapped.
"But she is here to see me!" cried Romeo desperately.
"Romeo, I don't mean to be harsh, but I'm not interested in you. You aren't my type. So go find some other girl"
"B...b...but I love you!"
"You don't know what love is!" Tybalt yelled "Move, boy!"
"Why don't you love me? Why aren't I your type? I send you love letters, and trinkets, and I write poems about you, and think about you, and I brought you a rose..."
"Romeo, go away! I'm already seeing someone! And I'm sworn to a life of chastity! I will be attending and making a speech at the Verona Belle's Chastity Ball. Tybalt, as my friend and relative, escorts me around to protect my virtue. Now, please, leave us be!"
Tybalt stirred Rosaline away from the crying Montague. He was smiling.
"That was hilarious! Sister Agnes approves!"
Rosaline beamed "Yeah. Now he has no cause to even try and ask me out. Leaving me to pick and choose whatever guy I want"
"Like who?" teased Tybalt.
"Ah. That is a secret!" replied Rosaline, clasping his cheek for a second before pulling him onward.