Oreoskidz - I love cats! I think I am turning into Regina. As for PE, I was best at Dodgeball. I was always the last one standing, and then I'd have five balls all chucked at me at once. The class called it 'The Ultimate American Bully Sport'
Zelda12343 - I'm getting confused myself! Let's see how many of them come into fruitation.
So it appears the Fulgencio/Oftmoro half-siblings have become friends. Let's skip over to Tybalt's house.
Later that evening, Rosaline walked along the road, tired but also happy. Everything was looking up. She would get money to go to Bocconi, she was getting on with her brother, she was popular, prettier than any of the other girls at school, and she knew she would do brilliantly in her exams. She just knew it.
Her feet automatically found their way towards Tybalt's house. She was looking forward to telling him about how things had gone with her brother and sister. It was pleasing to know that Gabriel wasn't such a snarky little bitch as she had originally thought. He had an amazing sense of humour, and whilst Rosaline had never liked animals, he seemed to care for them a great deal.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Rosaline heard the chants before she heard them. Her feet broke into a run, and sure enough, outside Tybalt's house, he was tussling with none other than Mercutio Vincentino.
"Get him, Wooshy-wo!" screamed Hermia, waving her casted arm in the air.
"How dare you try and film me!" roared Tybalt, punching Mercutio in the face. Mercutio shoved him backwards so that he staggered.
"Give him what he has coming, Ty!" shouted Sam. Rosaline pushed her way through.
"What's going on?" she demanded.
"This faggot" growled Tybalt "Was setting up cameras in my neighbour's window to spy on me!"
Rosaline gasped.
"Oh, Tibby, I assume you didn't want to be a film star!" giggled Mercutio, prancing around him, shoving him once again.
"You fucking pervert!" grunted Tybalt. His nose was bleeding, he had a cut lip, and bruises were blossoming on his arms. Mercutio looked a little worse off. He had a black eye, a cut on his cheek, and several grazes.
"Stop it, stop it! You'll kill each other!" cried Benvolio.
"Grow a pair, Benvolio!" snapped Mercutio, kicking Tybalt between the legs "Whatever you and your little girlfriend have got going, playing with Romeo's head, you better stop it!"
"Guys, that's enough!" gasped Charles, the neighbour in question.
"Tibby, what are you doing?" Regina called "Tibby!"
Mercutio and Tybalt rolled on the floor, with no sign of stopping. Regina gasped horrified. Rosaline wanted to cheer Tybalt on – Mercutio was a dick and she loved seeing Tybalt giving him what he had coming, but Regina never liked it when Tybalt got hurt.
"That's enough!" commanded Rosaline "Mercutio, get lost. No one wants you around here!"
"Oooh, listen to Rosaline!" mocked Hermia "Beat him up, Mercutio! He deserves it, fucking chav"
"Tibby, be careful!" called Regina. Charles' mum came hurrying out of her house.
"If you two don't stop that within five minutes, I'm calling the police!" she threatened "I have had enough of you!" she jabbed a finger in Tybalt's direction "You are a disgrace to this street! I am sick of opening my door in the mornings and seeing you lying drunk in the gutter. I've heard rumours of drugs, and you shouldn't even be driving a car. Stop that!"
Mercutio and Tybalt finally broke apart. Mercutio stuck his tongue out defiantly at Tybalt and stalked off with Hermia and Benvolio. Charles disappeared inside of his house and his mother followed, leaving Rosaline with Tybalt and Regina.
"You all right?" asked Rosaline.
"Fine" growled Tybalt. He stomped into the house, with Rosaline following.
"Sit down" she instructed, pointing to a chair. Tybalt obediently sat down in one of the dining hall chairs after shoving a cat off of it. Regina fussed around.
"My poor baby!"
"Calm down, Regina. Can you go and get me some plasters, antiseptic cream and a towel?" asked Rosaline.
"Why?" asked Tybalt.
"Look at the state of you!"
"I said I was fine" glowered Tybalt. Regina emerged, holding the items.
"My poor, poor little Tibby! I will beat those bad nasty Montagues with a rolling pin if I have to! Setting up a camera!" cried Regina, dumping the items on the kitchen table. Rosaline gently pressed the towel to Tybalt's nose and titled his head back.
"Pinch your nose there, and hold the towel like this" instructed Rosaline. She slowly dabbed at his split lip with the edge of the towel and then rubbed some antiseptic on. Regina hovered in the hallway, occasionally fussing over something.
"What happened?" asked Rosaline, cleaning a graze on his face.
"I was in my room" grunted Tybalt "And I looked out the window. Mercutio was hanging out Charles' window, fixing up some camera, pointing at my window. So I yelled at him, demanded he came downstairs to have it out, and he did, and it turns out Hermia and Benvolio were with him. No sign of the other one. I started beating him up, and that's when you turned up"
"Why was he pointing a camera at your window?" asked Rosaline.
"To spy on us!" yelled Tybalt "Creep. Turns out he knows we're together now, and he thinks it one great big joke, and he wanted to film us having sex to give to Romeo on a DVD"
"Tibby?" asked Regina timidly.
"What?" snapped Tybalt.
"Don't worry!" replied Regina, seeing the look on his face. Tybalt moved the towel as his nose had stopped bleeding. With a wet flannel, Rosaline dabbed away the remaining blood, and then placed a plaster on his cheek over a cut.
"Hopefully that won't scar"
"I hope it does. Then I'll look tough!" Tybalt slammed his fist on the table.
"Pack it in, Tybalt. You aren't impressing anyone with this 'I'm so tough' talk"
"Fine" grumbled Tybalt, letting her clean a scratch on his arm. Regina had shuffled away into the living room and Rosaline heard her start cooing over one of her cats instead. She brushed Tybalt's sweaty hair off his face.
"You know, Tibby, you are kind of cute when you're angry" she whispered.
"Hmmph!"