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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I quickly moved next to her. “I’m your favorite idiot.” I mumbled quietly, wrapping my arm around her loosely.

My stupid heart did a tiny flip. I told myself that it was okay, that I was leaning against him. It was okay to rest my head on his shoulder. By curling into his side, I wasn’t causing any harm.

“Yes, you’re my favourite idiot,” I muttered grudgingly, closing my eyes.

I smiled, feeling my heart race with a familiar and ever so addicting rush of warmth that came along with it. I closed my eyes as well, shifting to make Juliet more comfortable. “Feeling better?”

“Much…” I murmured, another smile ghosting briefly over my lips. His one arm was around me, tucking me close to his side, and his hand was resting on my shoulder. Barely registering my actions, I reached up and intertwined our fingers, burrowing deeper into his tentative embrace.

I felt my cheeks flush red as Juliet laced our fingers together. “So this is what our relationship is now? You using me for cuddles?” I teased gently.

“Are you complaining?” I tossed back, barely missing a beat. “Because I can move away if you want me to.”

Please don’t ask me to move away from you. I was instantly ashamed by the mental message that filled my thoughts.

“Never. Wouldn’t even dream of it.” I squeezed Juliet’s hand for assurance, enjoying the soft breeze.

I squeezed back, noticing suddenly that his leg overlapped mine at the knee. “I…. shouldn’t be doing this…” The hushed statement tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it. But I didn’t move away. Not yet.

“And I shouldn’t have hiked all the way over here, but I’m here now. This is our moment, Juliet. Think of it like that. Do whatever you want. Cuddle, throw me off the balcony, whatever, okay? You’re still in control of your life. Remember that.” I insisted, opening my eyes to stare at her. She seemed so fragile right now, even though I knew she was the total opposite.

I barked a quiet laugh that came out sounding much more like a sob than I would have preferred. “I’m anything but in control of my life. I’ve already been—“

“Juliet, no.” I shook my head quickly. “I don’t care about the past or the future or whatever. Right now, okay? You’re in control right now.”

Right now.
I swallowed, eyes cast downwards. “I…… okay. Alright. That—That sounds good. Let’s… let’s play something. Truth or dare. I just want to be a stupid teenager for once…”

I nodded shakily. “Truth or dare, Jules?” I waited her, as per usual to scold me for the nickname in order to restore some level of normalcy to the conversation.

Jules.
I cringed visibly, but said nothing on the matter of the nickname. "I pick…… Truth."

“Truth… okay.” I thought about this for several moments. “Okay, okay this one is super important.” I smiled playfully at her. “Is Tybalt a prick all the time or just at school?”

I blinked owlishly at him for a moment, then clapped one hand over my mouth as a peal of laughter escaped. "He's never a prick," I complained, lowering my voice. "Only to you. Leave my cousin alone. Also, truth or dare?"

“I just wanted to know!” I stifled my own laughter, unable to speak for a few moments. After calming down I took a few deep breaths. “Dare.”

“I…. I dare you to… buy me a pizza. Next time we work on our drama.” I grinned, running my free hand through my hair.

“Fair enough.” I rolled my eyes in amusement “Truth or dare then?”

“I pick….. truth. Again.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning too widely.

“Truth, okay…” I grinned widely at her while I thought. “What color looks best on me?” I gave her an exaggerated wink, hardly stiffling a loud bout of laughter.

“I hate you,” I muttered, slapping my free hand over my face. From between my fingers, I whispered a muffled ‘red’ before squeezing my eyes shut.

“Noted.” I pulled Juliet closer to me. “So I must look so charming in my fuzzy red pajama bottoms right now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, tugging lightly on my bottom lip. “Whatever you say….. truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I leaned back, resting my head against the railing so I could see the sky.

It took me a minute or so to piece together a question, my brow furrowing slightly. "No bullshitting me. I won't judge you unless your answer is gross. But…… Say that right now, I would be okay with whatever you did. With whatever you said. No matter what it was. What's the first thing you would do?"

I turned my head to look at Juliet. “You’d be upset by the answer.” I replied softly, weakly chuckling.

(I'm rereading this whole thing…. needless to say, I'm crying a little)

"Tell me," I very nearly implored him, raising my eyes to meet his and squeezing his hand lightly. "Please?"

“I’d kiss you.” I breathed out, my voice hardly above a whisper. “I’d kiss you as long as you let me. But I know you’re not into me like that. I’m just… I’m glad you let me stay your friend, at least. Your company makes me happy.”

My heart lodged in my throat, blood rushing in my ears. I shifted into a cross-legged position leaned forward to hide my face behind tremoring hands. This whole scene was a complete, ugly mess. I was a mess. He was too—We both were. The hopelessly tangled knot of emotions I'd been dragging around for weeks constricted, tightened.

"I—Truth or dare?" I said abruptly, asking him again. Pick dare. Please, for the love of God, pick dare.