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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I propped my elbows up on my knees, burying my face in my hands. “Oh, come on…”

Satisfaction made its way through me as I quietly watched Marina. It seemed I had successfully diverted any anxiety attack. “Alright, I’ll stop for now so you don’t have a heart attack.”

“You’re not allowed to do that,” I muttered into my hands. “I blush way too easily for you to be doing this.”

(Okay, great, now what's left is a kiss. (:

“You’re not the only one.” I held back a laugh. “Girls get like this around me a lot.”

(Morning)

“It’s a good thing that I don’t particularly like you, then,” I answered as evenly as possible, kicking his shin with the heel of my boot.

(Hi! Happy Friday!)

I winced as she kicked me. “Yeah, your red face is saying something else.” I teased, rubbing my leg.

(Finally oml I love Fridays)

“I blush at everything, goddammit.” Naturally, I kicked him again. “I’d probably blush if Matteo said I looked decent.”

“Decent? You look stunning. Like a sunset’s rays on a frozen lake.” I spoke with as much conviction as I could summon, determined to keep her face red as punishment for kicking me.

And suddenly, anger was flooding my senses. “Don’t say that,” I spat, my capricious mood making the switch between relaxed and guarded in barely an instant. “Don’t say that, it’s not true. You’re just trying to embarrass me, and I don’t like it when people lie about things like that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t assume what I mean by the basic connotations of the words I’m using.” I teased, unaffected by her sudden anger. “Stunning, as in likely to stun me. Because you keep kicking me, which I don’t appreciate.” I paused, determined to sound confident through my bs. “And have you ever seen a sunset on a frozen lake? The whole thing turns red before the light finally fades. It looks dangerous.” I finished smoothly.

“Bullshit,” I forced out through gritted teeth, strands of dirty blonde hair curtaining my face. “Dangerous, my ass.”

“I guess you’re right. Too cute to be dangerous.” I rolled my eyes.

“If I recall correctly, I’m the one blackmailing you,” I answered without missing a beat. “So I’m not sure ‘cute’ is the right word.”

“What word do you suggest then?” I raised my gaze to the sky, watching a passing cloud.

"I don't know." Shrugging tensely, I reached into the bag for another caramel.

“You’re really bad at relaxing.” I snorted, still looking at the sky. I stuck my hand in the bag without looking, but froze as my hand touched hers, my face going beet red.

"Screw you—" My whole body froze. Eyes latching onto his hand, which was nearly engulfing mine in an accidental hold, I inhaled sharply. But, strangely…. I found myself unable to pull away.

I felt like I couldn’t breath, my body going rigid. “Fuck, sorry.” I mumbled weakly, not moving my hand either.

Neither of us dared to move—why? Why wasn't he yanking his hand away? Why wasn't I? This whole situation was a confusing mess; why had I even agreed to come along?

Tension built into my chest, filling my head up with nervous energy. Oh god, I’m pulling a Romeo. The thought filled my head. All the times I mocked for Juliet, and now this? “I just remembered, I have to go.” I wrapped my hand around hers, squeezing it briefly out of impulse. The electric shock that seemed to shoot of my spine afterwards was all too dangerous. “Keep the candy. And the phone. Just… don’t come near me.” I fumbled to zip up my bag.

I finally jerked my hand away and pressed it against my racing heart. What?? I thought dazedly, trying to clear the fog suddenly creeping in around my head. "Wh-What? Mercutio—What are you talking about?"

My desperation welled up. Keep the phone. I was losing the one advantage I had over him—that had to be it. That was why I'd suddenly began to panic at the thought of him leaving. Right?

“You heard me.” I scrambled to sling it over my shoulder, feeling my legs shake from a sudden onset of anxiety. “Just stay away from me.” I repeated, feeling my heart roar in outrage, slamming against my chest.

My stomach lurched. What?? Had something suddenly changed? Had I done something to offend him?

"You don't want your phone?" I blurted out as a last resort. "I can do anything I want with it?"

“It’s set to erase the data after you get the password wrong a couple times, anyways.” I started to slowly back towards the path, restraining myself from turning tail and fleeing. “Do you not understand basic English?” I snapped, going on the defensive.

"No, I don't understand you," I responded hastily, doing my best to reel him back in. "A few minutes ago, you were desperate to have your phone back. You literally took me to this park because you didn't want me to have a panic attack. What changed in the space of thirty seconds?"

“I have somewhere to be!” I protested, flustered and panic as I stopped in front of the path, so so close to my escape.