Zelda12343 - I'd love Mercutio for a friend. He's daring, but caring.

iluvshinjimina - No probs about Sims 2...I don't have anyone to talk to about it either! You can PM me if you like and chat about it more, I just prefer to keep storyish stuff in my AN unless people don't have accounts and stuff. And I'm taking A Levels, last year I did GCSEs.

Quick update today, as it's my birthday and stuff (Can't believe I am seventeen, I still feel like a kid!)

Ten forty, and Benvolio and Mercutio were running down towards the cinema. Benvolio had to keep stopping and pulling Mercutio's trousers up, since Mercutio was taller and slimmer than he was.

"Well, where is she? Hey, FATTY!" shouted Mercutio.

"Shut up!" cried Benvolio "You should never call a girl fat"

"I thought it was whore?"

"It's both. Now please, just behave yourself. Ah, my head is killing me" moaned Benvolio.

"What time does the film start?" asked Mercutio.

"Quarter to eleven" replied Benvolio.

"Maybe she's late. Maybe she's already bought the tickets and is waiting inside the foyer"

Benvolio went to the glass and looked through. There was no sign of his girlfriend.

"She's not there"

"Then perhaps she's late" said Mercutio.

"Or perhaps she thinks I've stood her up and has gone home" Benvolio sank to his knees in despair "Why did I let you get me drunk? Why?"

"Hermia helped" Mercutio shrugged.

"I'm going to kill that girl next time I see her! She's like a female you"

"Now, that's not very nice. You know you love my Hermy-wa really. She always says nice things about you"

"What did she say?" asked Benvolio.

"She said that you're so cute and such a little prude. And that you are a geek chic. And she says she loves you and if Tybalt ever dunks your head in a loo again she's going to beat him with a stick"

"Ok" said Benvolio.

Mercutio check his watch "It's quarter to eleven now. The film will have started. Do you want to wait a bit longer, or shall we just go back to mine and wake the others up? I mean, Valentine bought me some films for my birthday, and Paris gave me Mean Girls 2, although I think it was some sort of sick joke"

"Whatever" mumbled Benvolio, sitting on the ground "I can't do all day. I have work at one"

"Oh yes. Can I come and visit?"

"No. If you make Book City, one more time, then I will shut you in one of the boxes and send you to Timbuktu"

"What? It was funny. You laughed"

"It's not funny – well it was at first, but it's my mother's bookstore. It's what I've got left of her. It's almost disrespectful when you make towers and houses with all the books"

"Sorry" sulked Mercutio. He glanced across the road for something to do "Hey – isn't that Tybalt?"

"Huh?"

"Tybalt! Look! There he is. See how ugly he is, you can't miss him. He's over the road, at the bakery. And he's with...Rosaline!"

"Of course he's with her. They're cousins, aren't they?"

"No. Rosaline is Lady Capulet's niece, and Tybalt is Eugene's nephew. They're only related by marriage"

"And this concerns me because...?"

"They're out. Together. And they are a boy and girl"

"Mercutio, you hang out with Hermia! She's a girl and you're a boy. But you two aren't dating or anything. Are you?"

"No, of course not! Hermia is my soul sister. And anyway, last night, Rosaline was meant to have made some sort of chastity pledge, and Hermia tells me that some nun called Sister Agnes told her she ought to stop hanging around with Tybalt. I bet they're together. Look, keep looking, there, Tybalt's coming out the bakery"

"He's probably just bought his mum a loaf of bread or something. It's no big deal"

"No, he's bought croissants! Look, he's talking to her and stroking her arm. And he has this mushy expression on his face. Never seen him look like that before"

"Maybe he's just being friendly. Last night, you and Hermia pretended to grope and you're not going out or anything"

"No, no, look, Benny! They're kissing!"

Benvolio squinted, and saw Rosaline wearing a white dress, Tybalt looking crumpled in yesterday's clothes. They were kissing. Tybalt broke off, and fed her part of his croissant.

"Oh my God!" giggled Mercutio "So it is true! They are together!"

"Romeo's going to be heartbroken" said Benvolio.

"If they get married, and have kids, they'll have the most ugliest kids ever! Ha! This is so funny! Bennykins, get your phone out, let's take a picture!"

"They're leaving" said Benvolio.

"Ok. I'll just tell Romeo myself" Mercutio fumbled with his phone "Hey Woo woo! Guess who we just saw!"

Benvolio rolled his eyes, and looked at Tybalt and Rosaline as they walked down the street. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, and was feeding her bits of croissant. They reached a really crappy ugly old car, and Tybalt held the door open for her. They drove past Benvolio without noticing him or Mercutio as he yelled down the phone at Romeo. The couple looked reasonably content with each other. It was weird – Benvolio had never seen Tybalt 'in love' before. He'd seen him with girls, lots and lots of girls, but he never appeared to care for any of them. Benvolio figured it had been more to do with having sex rather than loving someone.

"He says I'm being stupid!" cried Mercutio.

"Whatever, Mercutio" sighed Benvolio. He clamoured up "I'm going to ring Rose. I should have done earlier"

"Maybe you won't have too" said Mercutio. His voice had suddenly gone solemn. Benvolio looked at him, and then he saw, coming out of the cinema, Rose. With Gabriel.

"Rose" said Benvolio, hurrying up to meet her "I was waiting for you!"

"You are a really crap boyfriend" Gabriel's girly tenor rang out "You leave your girlfriend waiting for you for ten minutes? Not very chivalrous. It's a good job I was nearby"

"It was bit unfair" added Rose "I felt like such a fool"

"I didn't mean – I was at Mercutio's birthday party last night and-"

Benvolio stopped speaking as he saw Mercutio start performing some demented ridiculous dance at the mention of his name. Gabriel just looked at him disgustedly.

"And he made me get drunk. I'm sorry. I ran as fast as I could, but I ripped my trousers and I had to borrow a pair of Mercutio's and they keep constricting my movement"

"I'll say!" scoffed Gabriel "You ought to lose some weight, tubby"

"That's not nice" snapped Mercutio "You need to gain some weight, scrawny rat"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" shrieked Gabriel. Everyone winced and clutched their ears.

"Scrawny rat" repeated Mercutio deliciously.

Gabriel gasped "I have the perfect body and figure of a ballet dancer, in fact. My dance teacher says I am absolutely perfect the way I am. And he calls me beautiful"

"He?" snorted Mercutio.

"Are you inclining something?" Gabriel hissed.

"What? That you're sleeping with your dance teacher and he's a guy? Wouldn't daddy be proud!"

"That's a lie, you freak!" screamed Gabriel.

"Mercutio, stop it!" protested Benvolio.

"Why do you hang around with such an idiot, Benvolio? Gabriel is one of the loveliest people I've ever met. There's nothing wrong with him being a dancer – in fact you should see him, it's amazing what he can do. I know both of you are jealous"

"I'm not jealous" scoffed Mercutio.

"I..." Benvolio trailed off.

"Whatever. I thought you knew better. Come on, Gabriel. I'll see you some other time, Benvolio"