Warrior Queen
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Nothing Much to Do/Much Ado About Nothing.
A/N: This story is set in a universe where everything happens except Balthazar and Pedro getting together. The chapters will not take place in chronological order, so don't think you've missed anything if chapters don't match up with the ones before. Also, there'll be mention of a major character death, so yeah, there's that warning. Hope everyone enjoys this - I'll try to update as often as possible!
I met arguably the coolest girl ever today. Her name is Beatrice, and she could kick anyone's ass. If we were in another universe, she would be a warrior queen who rips out the hearts of her foes and eats them. She would also probably be topless. What? I'm a teenage guy. I get to say stuff like that.
Beatrice is actually the cousin of this girl Hero who goes to Messina. She's friends with Pedro, and Pedro and I are sworn brothers. Even though that blood pact didn't quite go as planned… John is such a party pooper.
Anyway, Beatrice, or Bea, as her friends call her (I think I can consider myself a friend), is super awesome. She likes nerdy stuff like Harry Potter - we spent like two hours "arguing" over who was better: Fred or George. We actually did a lot of that "arguing." She seems to like banter as much as I do, so that's cool. Everyone else seemed to get sick of it pretty quick, but whatever. They're just jealous of our combined wit. Together we, much like Galadriel, are frightening to behold. And the coolest thing is that she actually probably knows who Galadriel is. Nerd power!
Hero also seems pretty cool. I've met her a couple times through Pedro, but this was the first time I spent more than a few minutes with her. She's really sweet. I honestly don't know how she does it. But more power to her, right?
Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with Bea tomorrow. She's the first person I've met who shares my level of sarcasm, so I feel like I should take advantage of that. Maybe we can go to that weird poetry slam place and laugh at people who can't snap. How sad would that be to love poetry but not be able to snap. Ugh, almost as bad as never seeing a majestic flamingo in person. The horror!
I wonder if Bea like flamingos… maybe we can go to the zoo. I bet she'd like that.
There's nothing much to do around Messina, but I bet I can come up with some fun stuff for us to do.
Pedro's supposed to be working on a history project with this guy he met in class - Bart, Bill, Ba-something. Whatever. He won't be hanging out with us is the point, and I bet Hero will be baking cupcakes for orphaned hamsters or something. So that just leaves me and Bea. Bea and me. Bea and I? I and Bea? Ugh. Grammar, am I right?