Dawnstar94 - Haha! That made me chuckle. I couldn't resist putting foreshadowing for Benvolio and Hermia.

Oreoskidz - I had to put that in...teehee!

Now, our favourite couple Ros and Tibby need to make up. Tyson and Roxanne were going to be a parody of Tybalt and Rosaline earlier on in the story, but they didn't make it to the final cut until now.

Tybalt swaggered down the Burry Estate. He knew the place off by heart, as he roamed around it by night, with his gang. He knew his way to the fast food shops, the crumbling community centre, the horrible health care centre, the filthy recreational grounds, and Rosaline's house.

He stood outside, wondering whether he should just knock on the door. She might not be home. Her mum might tell him to leave. Her sister might tell him to get lost. He waited for five minutes.

Those neighbours of hers, Tyson and Roxanne, were having a row. Tybalt could hear them. He hated being in an argument with Rosaline. He normally liked yelling at people, but for some reason, he always felt guilty when they had quarrelled. Tyson and Roxanne appeared to be yelling about everything from money, fidelity, that stupid Boxer dog who seemed to like barking at anyone and anything, and their horrid snot-nosed brats who Rosaline had had the misfortune of babysitting when strapped for cash.

In the end, Tybalt decided to throw a rock at her window. He wanted to talk to her privately, not with her mum and sister getting involved. He dug around the gutter, ignoring the broken glass and syringes that were also there, before finding a couple. Tybalt pelted them at the window.

"Rosaline! Hey! Rosaline!"

She didn't answer, so Tybalt shouted louder "ROOOOOSAAAALIIIINEEEEE! HEEEEEYYYY! ROS!"

The window barged open "Go away!" Livia instructed "She's in the shower!"

"I want to talk to her!" Tybalt pleaded desperately "It will only take five minutes"

"Yeah, and Rosaline takes five hours in the shower. Come back later"

"No! I want to see her now! ROS! OI! ROSALINE!"

Livia was shoved aside. Tybalt heard some hissing, and then his girl appeared in the window. She was wearing no make-up, her hair was wet, and she was wearing a low-cut silky nightie and dressing gown. She opened the window wider.

"What is it, Tibby?"

"Ros" said Tybalt.

"Yes, what is it, Tibby?"

"I'm sorry about earlier" sighed Tybalt, leaning against her wheelie bin. He noticed that she wrinkled her nose disgustedly, and so he leant away from it.

"That's ok, Tibby. I should have listened to you first. But what was I supposed to think? What other explanation is there? We didn't tell anyone" said Rosaline.

"I know, I know. But I can explain" promised Tybalt.

"What?"

"We weren't careful enough. That day at the ice skating rink, when Mercutio and his brigade of freaks-"

Rosaline snickered.

"When we snuck out the back for a quickie, he and Hermia filmed us. They showed Romeo the film for his birthday, and he told everyone that we were together, and sleeping together, when Hermia showed him your birth control pills" explained Tybalt.

"What?" frowned Rosaline.

"Hermia stole your birth control pills, and showed them to Romeo"

"How did she get hold of those? I went on one brand, had bad side effects, threw it away and went on a different brand. They never leave my underwear draw. How did she get hold of them?"

"You know what she's like. She must have stolen them one day when she came round"

"Hermia never comes round. She's banned" Rosaline frowned further.

"But she had them! Paris told me"

"Paris told you?"

"Yeah, after everyone found out at school earlier today. He was the first to tell me. That's why I tried to comfort you, why I tried to hug you"

"But how would she have taken them? Are you sure this isn't some story you've made up to get me back?"

Rosaline's mind raced back to all the people who'd been invited to her house. Suddenly, she had an idea of who the real culprit was. But due to the fact that Juliet and Tybalt were close, and she didn't want to burn any bridges that were rebuilding between herself and Tybalt, she held her tongue. This would make great blackmailing material instead.

"No!" insisted Tybalt "Trust me, am I smart enough to invent a story to get myself out of trouble?"

"You have before"

"Yeah, because you told me it"

"Well, that's true" shrugged Rosaline "You aren't the brightest crayon in the box"

"I'll get to the bottom of this" promised Tybalt "We'll get our revenge on Hermia. I'll take care of the filthy bastard. In fact, we should get Uncle Egues to kick her out. That would be great"

Rosaline grinned, leaning against the window pane. Tybalt was treated to a sight of her cleavage bouncing out of her nightie. Even though this wasn't the time for such thoughts, damn, she did turn him on. She was perfect. She was everything he wanted in a girl. She was voluptuous, sexy, she had the looks that turned him on. But she was also independent and smart, brave enough to stand up to him and for that she had his respect. Tybalt briefly wondered if this was what a soulmate meant.

"We?" asked Rosaline flirtatiously.

"Well, yeah. It's no fun being horrid to Hermia when I'm on my own. I can't hit her since she's a girl"

"She's a chick with a dick"

Tybalt chuckled, amused. But then Rosaline sighed. Tybalt watched that cleavage heave.

"I don't know, Tibby. I was talking to Angelo earlier"

"Angelo?"

"Yes. He explained it all to me, his side of the story. It turns out mum was blocking him from keeping contact with us. But that's ok. I've already forgiven her. He acted like a douche to her, but he can still prove himself to Livia and myself, if she also decides to make contact with him. He seems willing to make up for lost time. I think I'll give him a second chance. What about you?"

"I don't know. He's your dad. But whatever happens, if it ever becomes necessary, I will pay him a visit with my mates and I'll-"

"I'm sure it won't come to that, Tibby" sighed Rosaline, almost fondly.

"It better not" growled Tybalt "So what did he say? Does he know about us as well?"

"Yes, but he doesn't care. He said it's my business, not his. And he said the gossip at school would die down soon. He said he knew from experience, and he said there would be another rumour going around within a week or two"

"That was nice of him. It's true, too. Things will die down. I know you care about what people think of you, even if I don't"

"Oh, Tibby" Rosaline sighed "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know" Tybalt shrugged uselessly. This drama over something so private as a person's sex life was ridiculous. Tybalt was utterly clueless when it came to the Women's Rights Movement, but this took the biscuit.

"Well, that was helpful" remarked Rosaline "Angelo says things will die down, but until then...what should we say?"

"That we've been engaged since we were six and so that's like marriage? You know, long-term commitment?"

"That's it!" shrieked Rosaline.

"What?"

"At the Chastity Ball, I said, long-term loving commitment like marriage, but not marriage. And that's we have, right?"

"Yeah"

"So, according to my vow, I haven't broken any vows, I have honoured them!" Rosaline cried ecstatically.

"Really?" asked Tybalt, confused.

"Yes!" gasped Rosaline "Ha! That's how I'll get out of it. I know we've only been officially dating since my birthday, but we were together long before that. Ten years. Some couples marry after only being together for a year or because the wife is knocked up. Surely we have a deeper relationship than that? And what is marriage, anyway? A piece of paper?"

"Well, it's about two families coming together as one"

"Yeah, and look how well my parent's did" Rosaline rolled her eyes "That's also what I'll say! That I don't believe in marriage anymore, only love. Because after finding out how my folks slugged it out, would you believe in marriage?"

Tybalt, to that, had no answer.

"Never mind. We're sixteen and seventeen. Plenty of time to think about it later" Rosaline replied to his silent answer "And in spite of this, I think we're good. We can be open now. Can we stay together, Tibby? I want to stay with you. I don't think there's anyone in this world I trust more than you"

"Yes, Rosaline. I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone else" replied Tybalt honestly "You're the first and only girl I've ever loved. I mean, I love my family and all, but this is different. I feel very different"

"I should have listened to you first. I know you'd never lie to me like that. I know you aren't perfect, but to me you are. We should just stick together from now on. We should only be out for each other. We shouldn't listen to anything anyone else says about the other. It should be just you and me against the world"

"We can be brilliant when we're together" admitted Tybalt "Someday, we won't be against the world, we'll run the world"

"We will. We'll run our enemies right into the ground. We're unstoppable. We'll get rich together, buy a big house, and have everything we ever wanted"

"No kids" said Tybalt.

"Certainly not. Aren't we just out for each other?" Rosaline leant her head on her palms.

"We are"

"I know people will say we're a shallow couple, that you only want me for my tits and I only want you for your cash, and that we'll never last, but the fact is, it's not true. People will never understand what we have. I mean, I feel safe when I'm with you, you get me?"

"Yeah. I get you. And I don't feel like I'm a ticking time bomb of anger. People only see the bad with us because that's what they want to see"

"From now on, I don't care what people think of me" decided Rosaline "I think that's more sexy and empowering, don't you?"

They were interrupted though, as Tyson stormed out the house with Roxanne screeching at him. The couple watched them, as they finished their arguing, and Tyson stomped down town. Rosaline turned to look at her boyfriend, looking away from the hate next door.

"Come up here and show me you love me" she purred.

Tybalt needed no persuading. He dragged the bin by the wall, and soon found himself crawling into Rosaline's arms. They kissed, and held each other. An hour later, Tybalt sat smoking in Rosaline's bed with her curled up by his side. She was sleeping, her head lying on his chest as he stroked her blonde hair.

"I will marry you someday, you know" he muttered.