Dawnstar94 - No problem! Have a nice time in Florida. I went when I was seven and loved it! Also, so glad I made Angelo sympathetic. I kind of feel bad for him, stuck trying to raise Gabriel.

Aw, Angelo and Rosaline have made up. Back to the boys in jail.

By the end of the afternoon, Benvolio, Romeo and Mercutio sat on one side of the room. Romeo was sitting up, and Benvolio dozed, leaning against him, with his legs resting on Mercutio. They were close enough to sit like that.

Tybalt snored away on a bench, and Gabriel sulkily brushed through his blond hair with his fingers, washed away the blood from his upper lip with spit, and tried to look somewhat presentable.

"Right" said Gabriel "Who wants to play 'Which Celebrity?'"

"Ok. What celebrity do I resemble?" asked Romeo.

"It's a tie between Justin Bieber and Zac Efron" replied Gabriel. Romeo's mouth fell open in disgust.

"What about me?" demanded Mercutio.

"Danny DeVito"

Mercutio rolled his eyes "Whatever, Gabriel. Hey, what about Tybalt?"

"That guy out of Gossip Boy" replied Gabriel "The one who plays Buck"

"I think he looks like Robert Pattinson!" chuckled Romeo.

"Beatrix will never fancy him again!" giggled Benvolio.

"No, no! He looks like Marlon Brando!" exclaimed Gabriel.

"Grugh" answered Tybalt, sitting up "What did I miss?"

"See, Marlon Brando! And he's totally like him. Marlon Brando got expelled from school for riding his motorbike through the school halls" said Gabriel.

"Don't give him ideas" said Mercutio "Anyway, I think you look like..."

"The one who played the Queen Bee in Mean Girls!" said Romeo.

"Rachel McAdams? I'll take it as a compliment. I think I look like Madonna" Gabriel smirked.

"What, old?" asked Mercutio.

"Madonna is not old. She's only fifty something" Gabriel answered defensively "She's awesome. I have all her albums. And Angelo went to go and see her concert back in the eighties, and he has some signed records by her. He says I can have them when he's dead"

"Oh, aren't you a cheerful young man!" remarked Mercutio.

The door opened.

"We're letting you off. No charges are being pressed" announced the policeman.

"So you didn't need to keep us here all afternoon" grumbled Tybalt, straightening up, and rubbing his back. He and the boys followed the policeman out into the hall, where his mother and uncle waited. Not only were they waiting, but Angelo was waiting, and so were Escalus and Anthony and Claudio Montague. Escalus was obviously the most displeased of them.

"Mercutio!" he hissed "How dare you fight like an animal. As my nephew, you should know better!"

"I had a really fun time, Uncle Es!" sang Mercutio "We all played 'I Have Never...' and guess what! Tybalt has a tattoo on his butt!"

"It's on my leg!" snarled Tybalt.

Angelo got up, and hurried over to look at Gabriel's nose "My God! It's not broken, is it?"

"Can I have a nose job now?" asked Gabriel.

"Don't be stupid!" Angelo rolled his eyes "You don't need cosmetic surgery. You're perfect the way you are. Never mind. Come on, I have to talk to you"

"What about?" asked Gabriel.

"Let's get out of here first" said Angelo. He patted Gabriel lightly on the shoulder. Gabriel looked amazed at the slight display of affection, but accepted it nonetheless. He turned to look back at the Capulets and Montagues as they left.

"I'm so fed up of all you naughty bad Montagues winding up my son!" Regina announced "My Tibby is a good boy!"

"My Tibby is a good boy!" mimicked Mercutio in Benvolio's ear. They both snickered. They were all friends again. Benvolio's broken heart already felt as though it had been bathed in a warm light. He would get through this. And he would get through it sensibly. He wouldn't fall to pieces and throw a tantrum. His dad got up to greet him.

"That was appalling behaviour" he said firmly to the three boys, but then he looked at Gabriel nursing his nose and whining at Angelo as they left, and bent over closely to Mercutio "Nice shot"

The Montagues left before the Capulets could, presumably to keep things separate.

"Well, Tybalt, there's no point in telling you off. You'll just do it again" Lord Capulet rolled his eyes "What happened this time?"

"Benvolio went crazy. He went for Gabriel because Gabriel stole his little girlfriend. Quite hilarious if you ask me. Anyway, I got involved, and someone called the police on us" Tybalt sighed.

"And what's all this I hear about Rosaline breaking her chastity pledge?" asked Lord Capulet "I have been receiving bizarre texts from virtually everyone in your school. How they got my number, I do not know. What is going on?"

They made their way out of the station and climbed into Lord Capulet's car.

"Everyone at school found out about me and Rosaline" growled Tybalt "You want to know how?"

"How did they do that, sweetipops?" asked Regina.

"That fucking bastard of yours filmed us, showed it to Romeo Montague, stole Rosaline's birth control pills, showed him those, and then that Montague only went and told everyone!" roared Tybalt.

"That little brat!" snarled Lord Capulet.

"I know, I hate Hermia, just toss her out already" grumbled Tybalt.

"I meant the Montague!" Lord Capulet snapped.

"Oh" mumbled Tybalt.

"That's not a very nice thing to say about your cousin, Tibby darling"

"Whatever, mum!"

"So what's happened with you two?" asked Lord Capulet.

Tybalt shrugged, trying to act like he didn't care.

"You can't pull the wool over my eyes, Tybalt, I know you too well" Lord Capulet raised an eyebrow "Juliet said she saw you crying"

"I did not cry" hissed Tybalt through gritted teeth.

"Oh, my poor baby! My poor little poppet! Do you want a tissue? Come and give mummy a hug" cooed Regina.

"Pack it in, mum!" commanded Tybalt "It was hayfever"

"So what did happen?" asked Lord Capulet impatiently.

"She thinks I bragged to people when I didn't" Tybalt replied "It's not fair, just because I bragged about some other whores doesn't mean I'd do the same. I'm sick of people having this constant image of me as this...as this..."

"I don't believe this" growled Lord Capulet "Bloody Montagues! You never know how low they'll go"

"Hermia helped" added Tybalt.

"I'll deal with her" Lord Capulet nodded "I'll confiscate that wretched guitar she insists on playing"

Tybalt snorted with laughter. He knew Hermia loved that guitar, and dearly loved the idea of her going without it. Serve her right.

"What about you, Tibby cat?" asked Regina.

"What about me?"

"What are you going to do?"

"About what? Oh, I'll beat up Mercutio or Romeo or Benvolio, which ever one I see first"

"No!" Regina dismissed "Rosaline. What are you going to do about her?"

"I don't know" admitted Tybalt.

"Well, you have to do something! You love her, don't you?"

"Yeah"

"So do something! Send her some flowers. You could write her a poem!"

Tybalt groaned. He couldn't write poetry. Thank goodness he couldn't, because Rosaline hated poetry.

"She hates poetry, mum"

"Aw. Maybe you could sing her a love song outside her window?"

Tybalt choked.

Regina shook her head "Well, you never were a great singer. Perhaps you could rap!"

"No, mum!" Tybalt yelled "Stop interfering"

"I'm just trying to help..."

"Tybalt, don't be mean to your mum" scolded Lord Capulet "For goodness sake, if you want her, do something about it! You don't need to sing poems or rap any of that stupid crap you listen too-"

"It's not crap, it's cool!"

"Well, just do something! Because I'm not putting up with you sulking and snapping at everyone about this. Sort it out, boy"