Zelda12343 - His dad is a politician, it's in the blood! Perhaps I should write him with some more sympathetic tendencies! And for some reason, I had this vision of him as Lauren Lopez's version of Draco from A Very Potter Musical.
So, Gabriel's naughty girlfriend stealing scheme has been kicked off. But with Rosaline's 16th birthday coming closer, what's Tibby got her?
"Tybalt!" yelled Lord Capulet.
"What?" Tybalt yelled back from where he slumped in front of the television.
"Come here!"
"Why?"
"Just come here!"
Tybalt reluctantly paused the TV and headed upstairs to his uncle's study. He didn't know why his uncle had called him around here. He hadn't even bothered talking to him right away, so Tybalt had just made himself comfortable watching the telly. Hermia was out, so he didn't have to bother dealing with her. Juliet was stuck her room as punishment for copying Hermia when Hermia drew a slut picture of Rosaline, so he couldn't have hung out with her. The TV round here was way bigger than his, and it had a much better picture. Mentally, in his head, Tybalt tried to work out the cost of buying one for his house. But it was too difficult and so Tybalt just gave up. He didn't like maths anyway. And he had a calculator for difficult sums like that.
"Yeah?" said Tybalt, opening the door. Lord Capulet swivelled around on his chair. Tybalt remembered the time Hermia had been messing around in it, trying to see how fast she could go, so he gave her a shove and she nearly fell down the stairs. Whoops.
"I've been going over your finances, young man" he scowled, pushing his reading glasses up his nose.
"What's wrong with them?" answered Tybalt defiantly.
"You've gone overdraft. And not only have you gone overdraft, you've gone thousands of Euros overdraft. What the hell did you spend it all on?"
Tybalt shrugged "Nothing"
Lord Capulet glared sternly at him "Well, I looked into your history of purchases, and found out"
"So?"
"You bought a three hundred Euro gift voucher for the most expensive hair saloon in Verona, a one hundred Euros gift voucher for a the most expensive nail saloon in Verona, a size eight dress from Dolce and Gabbana costing about a thousand Euros, a pair of shoes from Gucci, costing five hundred Euros, Chanel No. 5 perfume, a handbag, a purse, more hair products, make-up, nail varnish, and so on. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
"No" lied Tybalt.
Lord Capulet shook his head "I can't believe it. You, of all people, are a cross-dresser!"
"WHAT! I'm not a cross-dresser!" shouted Tybalt.
"Well, why else would you be buying women's clothes? Although, I have to say, I doubt you'd fit size eight!"
"They weren't for me!" snapped Tybalt.
Finally, it twigged with Lord Capulet.
"You spent thousands of Euros of Capulet money on one of your skanky chav girlfriends! How dare you, Tybalt! I told you to be careful with the money, it doesn't grow on trees, for God's sake! I said if you wanted extra money, you had to get a job and work for it-"
"I do!" Tybalt protested "I just didn't have enough of it this month so I used the money you give us!"
"To spend on some cheap girl with expensive taste?"
"ROSALINE ISN'T CHEAP!" roared Tybalt. Lord Capulet leant back in his chair, as if Tybalt's angry breath has blown him backwards.
"Our Rosaline?"
Tybalt flushed red and bent his head "Yeah" he mumbled.
"For goodness heavens, why?" asked Lord Capulet.
" 'cause I'm having a party for her, and I wanted her to feel nice" Tybalt replied quietly, looking at his feet "She doesn't get many nice things"
"You like her, don't you?"
"What's it to you?" snapped Tybalt defensively.
"Nothing. I was just asking if you liked her"
"Of course I like her. She's..." Tybalt trailed off, unsure of what to say "She's already seeing someone"
Lord Capulet dumped the papers down on his desk "Why didn't you just ask for the money, you stupid boy?"
"I thought you'd tell me off"
"Don't be stupid. I'm angry that you went behind my back, but, never mind. I hope Rosaline likes her presents. You can go home now"
"Fine"