iluvshinjimina - I usually update daily, between 4-5 English times, so don't worry about that. I always felt sorry for Ro and Merc!
Zelda12343 - I think they kind of have a love/hate relationship.
Well, the Chastity Ball is coming up and Rosaline is getting ready. Is she really going to swear off sex? Also, sorry about the Catholic bit later on. Not my opinion, it's Rosaline's.
It felt strangely ironic that the ball was taking place on April Fool's Day. Which, also happened to be Mercutio's sixteenth birthday. That morning earlier, everyone had been going up to Mercutio and asking him who he was going to have sex with. The answer 'Tybalt's mum' did not go down well with everyone. Only Hermia, Romeo and a few of the other boys found it funny. Hermia herself had had a new cast put on, and so this time Mercutio had drawn her a picture of a certain part of the female anatomy. Delightful.
Camilla zipped up Rosaline's dress for her.
"You look really beautiful"
"Thanks mum"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah. I might as well. It will keep a couple of teacher's quiet and hopefully get Romeo off my back, I guess"
"And what does Tybalt think?"
"Wait...how do you know about me and Tybalt?" questioned Rosaline, frowning.
"Darling, everyone knows about you and Tybalt. You've been together since...well, forever, really. Remember when he proposed to you when you were six with a mood ring?"
"I still have it" Rosaline bent over her jewellery box, and pulled it out. She slid it on her middle finger of her right hand, as it had always been a bit big for her. It slowly started to change colour, so that it resembled a kind of mauve or purple colour.
"Purple, for nerves. How fitting. Only it doesn't match with my dress"
"Never mind. You look wonderful in that. Are you sure Tybalt didn't mind paying?"
"Of course not. He said that it was an early one month anniversary treat"
"I just worry that you won't be able to pay him back for all the nice things he buys you"
"He doesn't mind" Rosaline shook her blonde locks "He knows I'll pay it back to him in a different kind of way. I rewrote his Government and Politics essay for him, taking it up from a C to an A. Stuff like that is priceless to me, but for him, it's pure gold. And I also helped his mum clean his bedroom. Literally, it was disgusting, but now it doesn't smell anymore. The only thing was that he complained he couldn't find anything"
"I wish you'd help me clean the house more"
"Mum! I always help clean up. And it doesn't even get that dirty with just us three"
"Ok. That's true. How are you getting to the place?"
"Tybalt's dropping me off" replied Rosaline.
"Is he going in?"
"Probably not. He thinks that everybody taking the pledge is nuts. So Gabriel said he'd escort me"
"Gabriel? That little brat?"
"He's not that bad once you get to know him. We've got similar tastes and stuff. He loves Gossip Boy and listens to similar music as me. We've talked about it, and it turns out he and Angelo do not get on. He was mad at Angelo. He said he felt like Angelo was only contacting us to spite him. But it turns out it was just some midlife crisis. I'm still not having anything to do with him"
"Good for you, girl. We don't need men" said Camilla ferociously.
"Evidently not. I'm about to attend a Chastity Ball" said Rosaline.
Camilla laughed "Just make sure you're doing this for the right reasons"
"Mum, it's just words and a stupid ring to wear. And it's my body, my choice, my consequences, if I break the vow"
"Fair enough" shrugged Camilla.
The sound of a car pulling up outside distracted them. They peered out of the window to see Tybalt's bashed up car waiting outside.
"How old is Tybalt now?" asked Camilla.
"Seventeen" lied Rosaline. Tybalt's seventeenth birthday was actually on the 15th of May, which was a month and a half away.
"Does he have a licence?"
"Sure" lied Rosaline. Tybalt was driving the car without a lisense and without having any formal driving lessons.
"Ok. I'll see you later. Have fun, I suppose"
"Of course I will. Being stuck in a room with stuck up righteous Catholics for an evening. Just great" Rosaline scooped up her new beaded clutch bag, waved goodbye to Livia as she sat watching that Twilight film for the hundredth time, and went out to Tybalt's car. Gabriel had been crammed into the back seat and was busy smoking. Tybalt got out the car.
"Wow" was he said.
Rosaline did look dazzling. She was wearing a white dress, with sparkly strappy spaghetti sleeves. The dress itself clung at the bodice, and then flared out a little in a simple A line, and fell to her knees. She wore sparkly strappy heels to match the sleeves, as well as carrying a white embroided clutch bag. Her hair was immaculate, and her make-up was glamorous and stunning, but simple enough to make sure she looked innocent.
"Stop staring at my tits!"
"I can't help it! You look so..."
"Come on, Tibby. Let's go"
He held open the car door for her, and Rosaline carefully climbing, trying not to spoil her dress or shoes. Once she was safely tucked in, and Gabriel had thrown his cigarette out of the window, did Tybalt climb back in and start to drive.
"I didn't know you smoked, Gabriel" said Rosaline.
"I shouldn't be" admitted Gabriel "But Angelo hates it if I do"
"You have got it in for that man, haven't you?" remarked Rosaline.
"Yes" said Gabriel.