Dawnstar94 - Yay! Hope you had a great time.
It's party time! Wonder what Mercutio and the boys have dressed up as...
"This is a bad idea" Benvolio cried, as he, Beatrix, Mercutio and Romeo staggered down the road in heels.
"No, it isn't!" insisted Mercutio "They'll never guess it's us, Baby Spice"
"Be quiet, Scary!" Benvolio replied "I look terrible"
"He has a point" nodded Romeo.
Beatrix just giggled helplessly at the sight of her brother in her clothes "This is just funny. Too funny!"
"But no one will know!" Mercutio protested "This is a great idea, Sporty, listen to what Posh said"
"We're in drag, dressed as the Spice Girls, about to crash a Capulet party, full of Tybalt's mates who will laugh their arses off when they realize we've stuffed socks down your mum's bras and are wearing enough make-up to paint a wall!" Benvolio exclaimed.
"Are you a Montague or not, Benvolio?" taunted Mercutio.
"I am a Montague!"
"Then you will go to that party, whether you want to or not"
"Come on, Mercutio, he has a point. Anything could go wrong. We could get caught, and we can't exactly run with these heels on" added Romeo "I have a bad feeling about this"
"Whatever! It's too late now. We've managed to walk from my Uncle's place to here. We may as well attend. It'll be a laugh" Mercutio dismissed, tottering down the road.
"You don't understand, I had a dream last night" Romeo tried to explain.
"Yeah, and so did I" retorted Mercutio.
"What was yours?" asked Romeo.
"That dreamers often lie" replied Mercutio.
Romeo laughed "When they are in bed asleep, then they're true!"
"Ha! Then I see Queen Mab have been with you!"
"Who's she?" asked Beatrix and Benvolio.
Mercutio grinned at his sudden increase in attention, and jumped to the front of the group. His eyes widen in ecstasy as he began to chant,
"She's the fairies' midwife. She's no bigger than an agate stone. She rides around in a wagon drawn by tiny little atoms, and she drives over people's noses as they lie sleeping. The spokes of her wagon are made of spider's legs. The cover of her wagon is made of grasshopper's wings. The harnesses are made of the smallest spider webs. And the collars? They are made out of moonbeams. Her whip is a thread attached to a cricket's bone. Her wagon driver is a tiny bug in a gray coat; he's not even half the size of a little round worm that we used to squash down the park. Her chariot is a hazelnut shell. It was made by a carpenter squirrel or an old grub worm. In fairyland, they've made wagons for the fairies as long as anyone can remember. And so in this royal wagon, she rides every night through the brains of Verona's lovers and makes them dream about love. She rides over prep's pyjamas and they dream of Abercrombie and Fitch. She rides over a Popular Girl's lips, and they immediately dream of kisses. Queen Mab often puts blisters on their lips because they taste like that candy lip gloss stuff they use, which makes her mad. Sometimes she rides over an emo's ear and they dream of boring depressing horrible music. Sometimes she blows on a Twilight fan's neck, and she believes Edward Cullen has finally come for her. Sometimes she rides over a chav's head, and they dreams of Burberry and bling, of getting an ASBO, beating people up and of a great big bottle of Stella. And then, one of their five kids starts screaming, and they wake up. They ignore the poor thing and go back to sleep. She is the same Mab who tangles and ruins Gabriel's hair at night and so he goes nuts when he wakes up and realizes he looks like a drag act. Mab is the old hag who gives wet dreams to virgins and teaches them how to hold a lover and bear a child. She's the one-"
"Mercutio! Quit it! You're talking about a load of nonsense" Romeo grabbed his friend as he had begun to wave his arms around, stomping and shouting.
Mercutio sighed, as if he was just remembering where his surroundings were "True. I'm talking about dreams, which are the products of a brain that's doing nothing. Dreams are nothing but silly imagination, as thin as air, and less predictable than the wind, which sometimes blows on the frozen north and then gets angry and blows south"
There was a silence between the three boys and Beatrix, and then Benvolio cleared his throat.
"This weird wind thing you're banging on about his steering us off course. We're going to be late. If," he added as an afterthought "we decide to go at all"
"Well, I have got a bad feeling" said Romeo "But what happens will happen. So let's go in already!"
Meanwhile, in the house, Juliet was zipping up her dress. She was dressed as Taylor Swift, and was wearing a long shimmering white dress with one sleeve, like the one Taylor Swift had worn when she won an award and Kanye West had stormed the stage.
Peering out the window, some of Tybalt's horrible hooligan friends had turned up. She grimaced. She liked Tybalt when he was being himself, but not when Rosaline or his nasty friends were around. They all brought out the worst in her, otherwise cool, older cousin.
These days, it was very difficult to catch Tybalt without his girlfriend. Apparently, he'd invited her to stay at his grandparent's farm in France for the whole of August. How romantic. Not.
The door opened. Juliet gasped, and tried to cover herself.
"It's only us" said her mother, as her nurse waddled in.
"I'm nearly dressed, anyway" said Juliet. Lady Capulet hurried around the room, closing the door to the bathroom and making sure no one was outside.
"What's the matter?"
"Is Hermia still around?" asked Lady Capulet.
"No, she's downstairs"
"Good. We need to talk in secret"
"About what? Hermia can know too, I mean, I'm her sister, we tell each other everything..."
"No! Not at all" cried Lady Capulet "We don't want her involved in this"
"What it is?"
"Have you ever thought about marriage, Juliet?"
Juliet made a face "I'm fourteen"
"Well, never mind. But you won't stay fourteen forever. Are you interested in boys?"
"No! I don't want to talk about this with you, I'd rather talk to someone my own age. Like, Hermia"
Lady Capulet just rolled her eyes "Well, I understand that you have a little crush"
"What?"
Her mother smiled "A little crush. Rosaline told me"
"On who?" asked Juliet.
"Count Paris, Escalus' nephew!" gushed Lady Capulet and the Nurse.
"Ew! Yuck! He's gross! Gabriel says he has three nipples!"
Lady Capulet gasped "Juliet!"
"Gabriel said it, not me!" protested Juliet "I don't fancy him!"
Lady Capulet had grown irritated with her "Well, he's part of the Royal family, and so you had better be polite to him. I don't want you to get a bad reputation. If you mess this up, or embarrass our family, then your father and I will-"
The door barged open, Hermia was tugging Lysander along with her "Oops! Wrong room!"
"Hermia!" snapped Lady Capulet.
"What?"
"Put that boy down!"
"Sorry" said Hermia reluctantly "The guests are all here now. You've got to see this. Three boys have just rolled up in drag dressed as the Spice Girls, and I've told Tybalt he ought to score with one by the end of the night, so Rosaline said I should score with one myself, so I told her that she looked like someone had just thrown up on her. I mean, she's dressed as Britney Spears and Tybalt's dressed as Eminem and they're making out, so distasteful"
"I have to see this!" Juliet cried eagerly. Lady Capulet shook her head disgustedly.