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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Joe and I sat in total silence. I hated the thick tension between us…. why couldn't I just contain my panic?

It didn’t take long for me to get changed, although I was still a little unsteady on my feet. I made my way out of the bathroom, trying to ignore the lingering tension as I crept back into the room.

By the time Mercutio had returned from the bathroom, I was already unrolling and setting up my sleeping bag.

I copied Marina with my own sleeping bag, trying to figure out how to undo it. This would be the first time I’d ever even used one of these things…

After spreading mine out on one of the two foam mats Joe had brought in, I crouched beside Mercutio to help him do the same.

I tensed at first as Marina suddenly appeared beside me, helping me set up my sleeping bag. “Thanks, Pazza.” I murmured softly, attempting to cut through the previous tension. “These things are overly complicated…” I complained, my voice hardly above a whisper as I nudged the sleeping bag in question with my foot.

I tried for a chuckle, but it came out sounding strangely like a whisper as I properly unrolled and unzipped his sleeping bag. Joe tossed us two pillows, which I placed accordingly.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose, watching her intently. “Come on, I could’ve at least done the pillows.” I whined quietly, desperate to evoke a smile from Marina.

The corners of my lips twitched up in a faint smile. “We both know I’m the more competent one..”

“That’s not my fault. My glasses are all smudged.” This was actually true, I had managed to smudge the lenses a lot while crying at the bar. Although I wouldn’t say my vision was terribly obscured.

My posture was rigid and tense as I moved, but I shifted forwards nonetheless to careful slip his glssses off his nose.

“Now you’re just coddling me.” I smiled gently, squinting to make out Marina’s blurry form on front of me. “God, my vision is really bad…”

“I can tell..” I muttered under my breath, cleaning the glass lenses with the edge of my sleeve.

“Don’t be mean, I’m doing my best, Pazza.” I grumbled without any bite in my tone. How do I get her to talk again? Getting pretty girls to talk was easy—but getting a beautiful one to warm back up to me seemed impossible.

Finally, I slid Mercutio’s glasses back over his nose and behind his ears. “Yeah, yeah. I need a nickname for you, by the way..”

“My name too archaic for you? I should probably call you something other than crazy.” I mused, only half teasing.

I shook my head. “I like it when you call me Pazza… And I need a nickname for you because I can’t exactly keep calling you ‘Asshole’.”

“It ought to be something cool.” I decided, pretending to think. “I’ll accept knight in shining armor.” I teased, admittedly excited that she was giving me a nickname.

I rolled my eyes, doing my best to make the gesture playful. “I mean, like, from your original name. My friends call me Mari. But I can’t call you Cutio or Mercy..”

“I guess I’ll just have to earn myself a nickname, Pazza.” I couldn’t hide my smile anymore, breaking out into a toothy grin.

The very faintest of blushes rose to my cheeks. “I think I’ll just call you my dork for now..”

“Your dork, huh?” I mulled it over. “Is it bad that I sort of love being your dork?”

My traitorous heart pattered helplessly in my chest. “I—I do t think it’s bad..” I murmured, but was cut off by Joe’s lengthy sigh. “Can’t you two wait until after I’m asleep?”

My cheeks instantly turned red at Joe’s interjection. I took a bashful step backwards, scratching the back of my neck. “Er… sorry.”

Joe sighed, rolled over, and flicked a light switch. “Goodnight, you two. Talk quietly.”

I looked back at Marina, suppressing an embarrassed laugh. My cheeked puffed out as I sealed my lips shut, trying to avoid getting lectured by Joe.

I tugged my sleeping bag over to Mercutio’s, barely managing to mask my embarrassment. “I’ll move back when we go to sleep… unless you don’t want to talk now?”

I beamed as she dragged over her sleeping bag, sitting down and getting settled in mine. “Of course I want to talk.” I whispered quietly.

After a split second of indecision, I curled up on one side and looked up at him. “What are we going to do about this?”

I followed Marina’s example, taking my time to lie down and get comfortable before I responded. “I don’t know.” I crinkled my nose at my own lackluster answer. Trying to think of a better one, I took off my glasses so I could fully lie down, facing Marina.