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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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After last night, I felt… free, in comparison. So, steeling myself, I leaned forward and touched my nose to his. Though my body was tense in apprehension and anxiety, a blush seeped across my cheeks. “‘Morning…”

“Uh…” My eyes shot open. I stared blankly at Marina’s blurry face before hastily pushing my glasses into place with one finger. “H-Hey…. Hey there.” I mumbled, growing flustered, at lightning speed.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and pulled away, scooting back a little. “Well..” I muttered, “That woke you up fast..”

“Sorry I… I didn’t mean to startle you…” I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, no,” I hastened to respond, “You didn’t startle me. I’m not—I’m not usually as fragile as I was last night.”

“I know— I’m sorry. I just… I get nervous around you.” I smiled weakly. “I didn’t help much with that last night.”

I reached for his hand. “No, no. Don’t worry about it.”

“No— God, Pazza. I should’ve known better than to call you. I knew and I just…” I shrugged helplessly.

I rubbed self-consciously at my arm. “Well—Well, I’m fine. Nothing major happened. I just found you and got out.”

“I wasn’t too bad when I was really drunk, right? Did I cry a lot?” I flinched a little at the thought. “Shit— did my parents find out? Who knows about this?”

I reached forward and squeezed his hand lightly. "No. You asked Romeo to cover for you, and I did the same with Juliet. You're fine. And no, you weren't too bad. It was kind of cute, actually. You, uh, confessed a bit, though."

I let out a long sigh. Confessed what exactly?” I mumbled, already regretting asking.

My eyes flickered away, and I raised my hands to make air quotations. "Something along the lines of 'I really like you' and 'I'm a bit in love with you'… I think…"

I groaned and hid my face. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” I asked, biting my lip. Did he regret saying all that? Had he ever meant it in the first place?

I felt my mouth go dry. “You has such a rough night last night. Fuck— And that’s all si managed to do? I just feel shitty about it. You were fighting against a panic attack and all I did was dump unresolved baggage on you.” I curled up, pulling my knees close to my chest. My face burned a bright red with shame.

I continued to chew my lower lip, unsure what to say at first. Yes, last night had been incredibly confusing and disorienting, but now that I was calm and back to normal…. it was sort of nice to think back on what he’d said.

After a pause, I pushed my hand through his hair and gently lifted his head. “Is—Is this okay?” I murmured, before putting myself at eye-level to him. “And—Mercutio, you don’t have to apologize. Yes, it was all very confusing, but you were drunk and I was abnormally sensitive at the time. Alright? It’s fine, I promise.”

I suppressed the urge to melt in Marina’s hands, which was considerably harder than I thought it would be. I am NOT Romeo. I do NOT fall in love this easily. “What does that make us now… now that…” I trailed off, knowing she understood.

I pulled my hand away, blushing furiously as I offered a tiny shrug. “I don’t really know. That depends on a lot of things, one of them being whether or not you actually meant the things you said last night..”

“I don’t think I can tell you that sober.” I breathed softly frowning a little at the loss of contact.

I crossed my legs and gripped my ankles tightly, before inhaling shakily and leaning in so that our noses were touching. This was okay. Unnerving and a bit nerve-wracking, but not fear-inducing. Fluffy acts as opposed to lusty ones.

“How about now?”

I didn’t even bother trying to talk. All I’d be is an incoherent panicked mess anyways. Instead, I pushed my glasses up ontop of my head, slowly leaning in order to lightly brush our foreheads together.

I instinctively tensed, but after a few hasty moments of trying to calm myself down, I managed to exhale slowly and ground myself in the moment.

“Are you planning on answering my question?”

“I can’t without having a mental breakdown.” I replied gently, closing my eyes again.

“Oh,” I murmured, and pulled away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” I heaved our a quiet sigh. “You deserve an answer, although I believe you already know it. It’ll… take time before I can say it freely.” I managed a weak smile.

My smile mirrored his.

“We can sort things out more at the picnic..”

“That sounds good.” I nodded, feeling my head spin at the thought. Slowly I forced my eyes back open. “I’m never drinking that much again.” I whined, rubbing my aching forehead.

"Good," I answered firmly, rocking back and forth. "You'd better not."

I opened my mouth to explain my actions from yesterday. The reason why I left the bus, why she was the one I needed to call in the bar… but I decided to save it for the picnic.