In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

(should we skip fairly soon?)

A smile tugged at my lips. "Aw, Mercutio, am I too much for you?"

(Probably, any idea as to when?)

“I’ll learn to keep up.” I smirked, albeit bashfully. “I still haven’t figured out how I’ll keep my eyes off you in school.”

(r/j?)

Blushing slightly, I ran a hand through my hair. "You'll cope."

(👍)

“You’ve hardly eaten anything.” I changed the subject abruptly as she blushed, feeling heat spread to my own cheeks. “I brought you donuts and everything.” I teased.

“It takes me a while to get started,” she laughed, and reached for a donut.

“Apparently.” I held back a laugh, snatching up another donut, myself.

(skip now?)

(Sounds good!)

(not it should we do r/j or Juliet and Paris?)

(Uh… good question. Depends on if you’re int the mood for fluff or angst.)

(I guess some Paris would be nice, but it’s up to you)

(I was hoping you’d say that XD Paris and Juliet it is!)

(:D)

Paris’s POV

I sat on my bed, deep in thought. I had strict orders from my father. Tonight I was supposed to take Juliet out somewhere, but where? I know so little about her. She liked the garden, so maybe a public garden? Would that make any sense? I sighed and stared at the clock— time is running out.

Juliet’s POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, struggling to mask my fear and apprehension with a falsified smile. I had a date with Paris tonight…. a date with the man who I was supposed to wed, the man who was four years older than me.

The beach maybe? No— too excessive. But dinner seemed to simple. A walk in the woods was too creepy. A walk through the park was too awkward.

I groaned in frustration. What if I just asked her tonight? Would that be so bad? According to my father, yes. Deciding to play it safe, I chose to make dinner reservations on the rooftop of my favorite pizza place. That way there was at least a slightly personal touch to the whole thing.

My father ushered me to the door, tweaking tiny components of my appearance, lecturing me on proper behaviour and everything he expected of me. I merely nodded blankly through it all, staring at the reflection of my scarlet blouse and white skirt in the windowpane of the front door.

I changed into a white collared shirt and black dress pants before heading outside where a limousine sat waiting. My parents watched me from the window. I could feel their eyes boring into my back as I crept i to the back of the limousine, slamming the door just a little louder than normal.

Heart pounding, I stared at the door, just waiting for the doorbell to ring as my father continued to berate me. But just as I thought he would leave me alone, he reached deliberately for my chest and undid the top button of my blouse. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Much better, Julieta.”

I rode alone in the backseat in complete and total silence. All I could do was stare blankly out the window and hope tonight didn’t end up in ruins.

Trembling, I lifted a hand to button it back up again, my eyes glazing over with fear, but my father grabbed hold of my wrist and wrenched it down. I cried out in pain and stumbled backwards.

The half hour ride seemed to be both five minutes and four hours at once. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat as the limousine stopped in front of her house. I hesitated before getting out, taking a few deep breaths.

The muffled sound of tires against asphalt jolted my father into action. Without another word, he opened the door and shoved me through it, forcing a wide smile onto his face as my fiancé-to-be approached us.

I forced a wide smile onto my face. Don’t mess up. Don't mess up… I walked quickly up to the door, where Juliet had been rather harshly pushed outside—something I hadn’t missed. She probably needed to get out of here for awhile anyways. I offered up my hand for her to take, praying thus interaction would be as painless as possible.

“Hi,” I greeted Paris quietly, not daring to look him in the eye as I accepted his outstretched hand. “How—How are you?”

“I’m doing wonderful now that Im with you.” I cringed at how cheesy it sounded. I dipped my head at Juliet’s father. “What time should I return her to you?”

Angelo regraded him slowly, and though his smile was friendly, there was something dangerous coiled just beneath his expression, like a snake ready to strike. “Eleven at the latest, Paris. Enjoy yourselves.”

I raised my head with a respectful nod. “Of course, sir. Thank you.” I gently rugged on Juliet’s hand so I could guide her to the limousine and escape Angelo’s watchful eye.

The whole way to the car, I was painfully conscious of the amount of bare chest I was showing. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and push the top button back in place, but I couldn’t do that until we were out of sight.

I smoothly opened the door. “Almost out of sight.” I whispered to Juliet, trying to comfort her a little. The poor girl looked miserable.