Oreoskidz - Well, she's not Gabriel's sister for no reason! That the second person I've almost made cry in this series.

Zelda12343 - She did leave Lord C for being too old in Child Swap...methinks the Oftmoros have bitchiness in their genes.

So two of Verona's feistiest girls have had a fight and Hermia's come off worse. Does Rosaline feel guilty? And also, in this chapter I am mentioning a Capulet who is not mine, but an OC of Cornadopia's. Seriously, if you haven't already, read and review her story Mercutio And Allegra! It's my favourite fanfic on here, and you will not regret it.

"It wasn't your fault" Tybalt told the sobbing girl beside him "She was to blame. She tripped. It wasn't your fault"

"She said horrible things about my mum. She deserved what she got. I just hope I'm not in any trouble, that's why I'm crying" Rosaline leant her head against his hoodie, letting her tears damped them material.

"No. You won't be. She bloody deserved it for saying that shit, anyway. I know how you feel" said Tybalt, stroking her blonde hair. He did know how it felt. How many times had he been called the mad woman's son? How many times had he been called the convict's son? He knew what that was like. He and Rosaline were so similar. They'd had hard childhoods and grown up with absentee fathers – Tybalt's was in prison and Angelo had just popped up out the blue.

He continued to stroke her hair, and murmured soothingly "Don't feel too bad about it, either, Ros. I mean, if I threw Romeo down the stairs, would I feel bad? No"

"She said about how I was trailer trash, called me a chav and said I wore cheap counterfeit clothes. And she...she stole my boyfriend! I mean, I know it wasn't anything serious between us, I didn't even care about him that much, but still, I couldn't help but...and she said I deserved it for screwing with Romeo's head. I don't want anything to do with him, he's a disgusting Montague! Did I deserve that?"

"No" said Tybalt firmly "Orlando doesn't deserve you. You have your whole life ahead of you. You aren't a chav. You just try to fit in with all the rest of us on the estate. I'm the one who's a chav. You're smart, beautiful, and destined for great things. Hermia is the jealous one. She's just a whore. You know what? All those boys she hangs out with, yeah, well, by the time she's sixteen or seventeen, she'll probably be pregnant and not know who the father is"

Tybalt chuckled to himself at his own joke. Rosaline giggled along with him.

"Don't let your early life hold you back. Ignore anyone who says crap to you like that. The sky is the limit. Go for it" encouraged Tybalt.

"You really think so?"

"I know so" nodded Tybalt "I know things are rough right now, what with Angelo turning up, and meeting someone as weird as Gabriel, but you will make it. I see you and what you're capable of, and it's amazing. I just wish I could be like that sometimes"

"You could"

"No, I couldn't" Tybalt ran his hand through her hair again, and held her tighter. He looked up at the evening sky. There was a light drizzle now. Hermia, Lord Capulet and Juliet were at the hospital having Hermia's arm tended too. Orlando had, very obviously, scarpered. The rest of his family were inside, clearing up. He and Rosaline had retreated outside to talk in private.

"I don't get why she's so hateful. It's like, we've always argued with her and it's always been us against her, but I just don't get how it's escalated so badly. Sometimes, I wonder what is going through Hermia's mind. Do you think she really hates your family and just wants to wind them up?"

"No idea"

"Why would she do half the things she does to your family? Like drive you nuts and stuff. Why isn't she grateful they took her in, when they could have just shoved her in a Care Home and forgotten about her? I wish they had"

"I have no idea" Tybalt shook his head "If she was gone, this family would be so much better off"

"I love your family, I honestly do. I wish I was part of it, instead of being a damn in-law. I wish I was a Capulet. I wish I was part of a big family like you. All I have is a gender-confused bratty half-brother who I'm sure hates me, a dickheaded douche bag of a father, my mum who struggles alone to pay the bills, and Livia who just doesn't get it. I wish I was like you, because you have support whenever you need it. Why did it have to work out this way?"

"It's all right, Ros"

"It's not fair!" Rosaline screeched at the sky.

"I know, I know" murmured Tybalt, slowly rocking her "It's not that easy in my family, trust me. I can't stand my cousin Allegra. I wish we could throw both her and Hermia out. Do you remember when I had to live under the same roof as Hermia for a couple of months whilst mum was in hospital? That was hard. I don't always get support. I know how you feel, growing up with just your mum. Don't let Hermia get to you"

"Well, you can talk" sniffed Rosaline.

"I know! But you're better than me. Rise above her"

Rosaline wiped a tear away, and swallowed "What would I do without you, Tibby?"

Tybalt wiped the remaining tears away with his thumb, took her face in his hands, and then kissed her on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then her lips.

"We've always been close" he whispered in her ear "We've always taken care of each other. Could it be...you and me, Rosaline?"

Rosaline cupped his cheek in her hand, and kissed him on the lips again. Her breath came out in thick, heavy sobs "Sometimes...love finds you quickly and in the most obvious but unexpected places"