Dawnstar94 - Yee-ouch! That sucks. I'm glad I could cheer you up, even if the story is starting to get sadder.

Oh no, Rose has fallen for Gabriel. Poor little Benvolio's going to be upset. Also, someday, I am going to be rewriting and replacing chapter 3, as well as several chapters with Gabriel and Angelo. For what happens next, I need Angelo to have come across as a more sympathetic character. So, just as a heads up, there are going to be a few changes :)

"This is your room?" asked Rose, looking around at the large bedroom.

"Yes"

"It's so cool"

"Thanks" said Gabriel, sitting down on his king-sized bed. She sat down next to him.

"Where's your wardrobe?"

"Over here"

Gabriel got up, and walked over to a panelled wall. He slid it back effortlessly, to reveal rows and rows of clothes. Rose gasped. He had more than she did! He was so lucky. There was a flat screen television attached to the wall opposite his bed, a sleek modern computer resting on a stylish desk, and a laptop charging beside it. He had the latest iPod touch resting in a docking station, a Blackberry on his bedside table, straighteners and numerous beauty products sitting on a chest of draws, and if Rose peeped through another door, she could spy an en suite bathroom.

There were personal touches, too. On the bedside table, next to the phone, was a small trinket box. Rose opened it curiously, and a small ballerina twirled around. Gabriel smiled at her.

"Make yourself at home. I have to get ready for Tybalt's birthday dinner. What shall I wear?"

He disappeared inside the walk-in wardrobe, but Rose could still see the outline of his body through the panels and in a mirror. He switched on a light, so she could see him even clearer.

"I think I'll go with the lacy shirt and the black vest underneath it, with those smart silk trousers. I made them both myself. What do you think, Rose? And I could wear my pretty 1940's shoes with them"

She saw him pulling clothes from the rack.

"Do you often make your own clothes?"

"Yes. That way I know it's unique, and truly mine, and no one can copy it. It'll only ever fit me because it's tailored to exactly my size"

"What if you put on weight?"

"I don't put on weight" Gabriel replied curtly. Rose watched through the panel as he moved back into view. The shadow of his body was clear through the panel. He was carrying his clothes, which he promptly hung up. She watched his body flex, as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a slender, elegant figure, with little to no fat. She thought he'd realise and move out of the light, but he didn't. Her head beat faster, as she imagined the smirk that would be playing on those pouty curved lips.

Eventually, he emerged from behind the translucent screen.

"Could you do me a favour? Could you zip me up?"

"Sure" replied Rose. Gabriel turned, and held his hair out of the way. Rose held the zip with fumbling fingers. He was so captivating, so unique, she'd never met a boy like him. He was so brave, defying his dad and the boys in his class and fighting to do what he loved. When Gabriel was dressed, he gathered everything up in a clutch bag, and they headed towards the door. As they turned to go their separate ways, Gabriel reached out and rested his hand against her cheek. The gesture, so simple but so romantic, made Rose blush.

"Next time I see you, I want you to be a single woman" instructed Gabriel. Butterflies danced in her stomach and she nodded complacently.

"Anything for you, Gabriel"

Gabriel headed over to the Capulet Manor where they had gathered to celebrate Tybalt's birthday. They were spending family time together, and then Tybalt was going off to celebrate with his mates. Gabriel knew his birthday present to Tybalt would be the best by far.

He knocked on the door, was let in by a servant, and shown through to the dining room, to see Rosaline snuggled against Tybalt's side, with the Capulets gathered around. Hermia had a triumphant smirk on her face and was swinging on her chair legs, whilst Juliet frowned at Tybalt and Rosaline. Regina watched on proudly and was babbling on about how grown-up Tybalt was.

"Happy birthday!" greeted Gabriel, bending down beside Tybalt "I didn't have time to buy you a present, but that doesn't meant I haven't brought one with me"

"What do you mean?" asked Tybalt, confusion written all over his face.

Gabriel smirked, enjoying his dramatic moment.

"I just ruined Benvolio Montague's life"

"What?"

"You heard me. I've just ruined Benvolio's life. I just stole his girlfriend! She's breaking up with him this evening. If we finish dinner in time I might even go and watch!"

Tybalt spluttered and choked with laughter. He high-fived Gabriel, and the rest of his family cheered. The smirk on Hermia's face was wiped off, and she looked at Gabriel disgustedly.

"That's disgusting" she snapped.

"He's disgusting" said Gabriel, his eyebrows raised "He doesn't look like he's a Montague. You'd expect him to be wearing Abercrombie and Fitch, but he looks like he hasn't got a pot to piss in"

"Gabriel! We're about to eat" Rosaline hissed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wasn't that posh enough? I'll try again" Gabriel cleared his throat "Benvolio does not look like how one might expect a Montague to look. He may be incredibly unattractive as one might expect, however one would also expect a Montague to wear designer or upmarket clothing in spite of their ugliness, since they are supposed to be an established wealthy upper class family, but Benvolio looks like he does not possess a pot, in which he can piss"

The Capulets chortled with laughter.

"I want that on a shirt" said Tybalt.

"I'll make you one as a late birthday present. I make all my own clothes" said Gabriel.

"What have you got against him?" demanded Hermia "He hasn't done anything to you. It's Romeo and Mercutio who do all the 'annoying of people' but Benvolio has never done anything to provoke such...such meanness!"

"Well, when you want to get at people" said Gabriel in a soft and patronizing voice "You go for the weak spot. And that's Bambi"

"Bambi?" asked Tybalt.

"Yes, it's one of my more politer names for him" explained Gabriel.

"You little sh..." Hermia cursed, standing up and slamming her palms down on the table.

"Hermia, sit down!" snapped Lord Capulet.

"Dad, this is unacceptable"

"I don't care!" snarled Lord Capulet "Sit down. I won't have you fighting and swearing at my dinner table. This is Tybalt's birthday, we're here for him, not so you can behave badly in front of our guests. Sit down"

"No!" snapped Hermia "That's not fair, he-"

"He's a Montague, he deserves it" hissed Lord Capulet "Now sit down"

"Why should I?"

Lord Capulet opened his mouth to scold her further, but Regina bustled out from the kitchen carrying a steaming platter.

"Sausage Surprise!" exclaimed Regina excitedly, dumping it on the table.

"It looks great, Aunty Regina! Doesn't it, everybody?" asked Juliet.

"Yay, my favourite" said Tybalt.

Hermia still hadn't sat down. She shook her ginger head angrily, before snapping "Yeah, what exactly is the surprise again, Aunty Regina, we have it about five times a week. You should've called it Sausage Predictable"

She stormed out the room, banging into Gabriel deliberately. Regina turned to him.

"You must be Gabriel. Well, aren't you a pretty boy! Rosaline has told me you're vegetarian, so I have made you a lovely cauliflower cheese. Although...I didn't know if you ate cheese as well, so it's...just cauliflower. Is that all right with you?"

"Fine" mumbled Gabriel. He'd heard of Regina's awful cooking.