Dawnstar94 - Lol, I thought that would be a bit of a giveaway! Enjoy your rain, I'm enjoying my sun.

Oreoskidz - Sod that, I get annoyed when I see Hermia and Lysander together! I'm all like, 'What about Benvolio?' I was watching the 1996 version and kept expecting to see Tybalt in an Eminem costume and ALL the boys in drag!

Whoo, go Hermia! Save your half-sister and future brother-in-law's life! Back to Tybalt and Rosaline. He's yet to be sorted out. Can Rosaline help stop the tragedy?

Lying in the middle of the debris from their row, a sun ray hit Rosaline's make-up smeared face. She rubbed her eyes, and sat up, looking around. A window was open. A few shards of a vase rested on the sill. A curtain rail had been yanked down. The wardrobe door was hanging on its hinges. Some of their clothes were draped across the room. The bedside table was lying on its side with a leg missing off where Tybalt had kicked it in anger.

He'd gone crazy last night. Rosaline hadn't seen him get so mad in months. She had been soothing him and stroking his brow, yet he just would not calm. Briefly, she wondered if she was a calming influence off on him, but shook it off. After all, she hadn't been able to soothe him last night. Her uncle had had to help her restrain him as he attempted to storm around smashing things, whilst his mum had been freaking out. Hermia had just helped to wind him up further by singing that stupid song, and Juliet was goodness knows where.

But finally, Tybalt collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Rosaline lay next to him, and stroked his hair as he slept. She was worried about him. If this didn't stop, something bad would happen to him. If he didn't learn to control his temper, if he didn't stop going over the top, if he didn't stop fighting, he could be seriously hurt. Or worse, killed.

Rosaline glanced over to where he was supposed to be sleeping, but found the bed empty. The duvet was rumpled from and the pillows were strewn over the floor. Panicking, Rosaline forced her eyes wide open and looked around her room. She was relieved to see him getting dressed silently at the foot of their bed.

"What are you doing? It's six am" snapped Rosaline, sitting up.

"Going out, where do you think?" Tybalt snarled back.

"To do what?"

"Find that Montague, and smash his fucking head in!"

"For God's sake, Tybalt! We went through this last night. You're going to get yourself killed one day!" cried Rosaline.

"Oh, yeah, because Benvolio carries a knife in his pocket, and Romeo has a gun. Of course those Montague cry babies aren't going to kill me!"

"No! I just meant, you take things too far. Look at the room. And then look outside. Look what you've done!"

"And? I've punched a hole in a wall before. This is nothing"

"You scare me" admitted Rosaline "I'm not scared of what you'll do to me, because I know you wouldn't. I'm scared of what you'll do to yourself and others around you. I'm scared of what they'll do to you someday. Sometimes it's like you're spinning out of control and there's no holding onto you"

"You said you liked me being out of control. You said it thrilled you"

"I know, it does, but it doesn't! Tybalt, please, listen to what I have to say. Don't go looking for Romeo. No good will ever come of it. I know he's not exactly tough, but it's not necessary! I mean, yes, he crashed the party with his buddies, but he didn't do anything wrong besides embarrass himself. We can get him back later. We can do something much more fun, like put a picture of him in the dress on the internet and mail it to his parents. Remember what Gabriel says. Use your brain, not your fists!"

"As if I'll ever copy that coward!" snapped Tybalt "I said I'd fight who I wanted, when I wanted. I've already messaged Romeo on Facebook, telling him I want to see him. And no one, not you, not mum, not Uncle Egues, is going to stop me"

He started to head towards the door, but Rosaline jumped up and blocked his way. She forced him back down onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" demanded Tybalt, struggling "Get off me!"

"I'm stopping you from going out. You'll have to get past me before you can go out. So make me move"

Rosaline leant against the door. Tybalt just glared at her.

"Go on then! Pick me up and throw me out your way"

"I can't"

"Why not? You said no one would ever stop you fighting"

"I'd never hurt you"

"But you said nothing would stop you from fighting, not even me"

"And I said I'd never hurt you!" Tybalt yelled.

"Well, do you know how much it hurts when I see you fight, when I see you hurt, when I worry and worry and worry that this will be the time you get killed? Sure, it used to be fun, seeing you strut your stuff, but I've realised this. You don't have nine lives. If you don't stop and control yourself, then you'll be killed. And if you get killed, then I'll..." Rosaline stopped to break down in tears.

Tybalt watched her, perplexed. Damn, they really did have deep feelings for each other. No one had ever gone this far before. No one had ever admitted to caring this much about him.

"Then I'll...then I'll never speak to you again! I'll never forgive you!"

He got up, slowly, and picked her up. At first she flinched, expecting him to shove her aside, but he held on tightly. They held each other for a few moments.

Finally, he murmured those words she wanted to hear "I won't go looking for Romeo. Not if you don't want me too"

Rosaline let out another sob, and held onto him tightly.

"But I can't promise you I'll never fight again. You don't know what it's like. I get this...this boiling bubbling feeling, then everything goes red and I've done something bad. And then once I've done it, why stop? I can't back down, I can't get out of bad situations"

Rosaline ran her fingers through his hair "I know, Tibby. It's not your fault. I understand, Tibby. You can tell me. Let me calm you down"

"It'll never be one rosy romance when you're seeing me" said Tybalt "I'm not some romantic hero. I'm not going to transform myself because I have fallen in love. This is real life. It takes more than that. I expect you know that by now. I'm violent. I shout. I yell, and I break stuff"

They looked over the room.

"But you're different. You stand up to me. I'm still not used to that. It's weird. It's different. But it's good"

"So that's my secret" sniffed Rosaline "People still haven't worked out what the attraction is. They says it's my tits"

"Don't be stupid" Tybalt kissed her on her forehead, her nose, cheeks, and lips. Rosaline clasped his cheeks in her hands, and then straightened the collar of the shirt he'd worn to sleep "People might think we're shallow, and I know people say you want me for my cash and I want you for your tits, but they just don't get it, do they?"

"No" Rosaline shook her blonde curls, stroking his stubbly cheek "I wish we could get out of here sometimes"

"We could"

"Could we? Where? For a day, right?"

"No, the summer. The invitation to my grandparent's place in France still stands. I could book us flights. If we pack fast, we could even get out of here today. What do you reckon?"

"And just run off? But what about my exam results?"

"We'll come back for those. What do you think?"

"I'll have to ask my mum. Perhaps we should clean up in here so that she doesn't freak out about you being a crazy aggressive psychopath or something"

"There's worse on the Burry Estate"

"True. Come on, let's sort this place out first. And then we'll just go. Just...go"

Little had Rosaline known, she'd just saved his life. The Prince and Princess of Cats departed a few hours later, leaving the star-crossed lovers well alone.