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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I managed another soft groan, forcing myself into a sitting position. "I'm up. Just don't hit me." I croaked blearily, rubbing at my eyes. "Ah, fuck. Headache." I rasped again, raking my hands through the bedraggled curls forming a warped halo around my forehead. A little heat rushed to my cheeks as Joe's words finally sunk in, causing me to flush pink. "She's not my girlfriend yet." I added indignantly.

“Yet,” he muttered, turning away.

I was too busy ogling at his adorable bedhead and sleepy expression to confirm or deny the statement.

I finally opened my eyes and immediately squinted. I ignored the panicked lurch in my stomach, feeling around blindly with my hand until I felt the cool plastic of my glasses. With a sigh of relief I slid them on, blinking a couple times to adjust my eyes to the presence of light. My eyes were drawn to Marina like a magnet. I offered her a shy wave, rasping out a tentative, "Mornin' Pazza."

I raised a cautious hand to return the gesture. “How—How did you sleep?”

"Good." I smiled awkwardly, not really prepared to deal with the influx of warmth rising in my chest this early in the morning. Then there were the memories rushing back from yesterday and, well- holy shit. I averted my eyes from her gaze out of shame, suddenly overcome with the urge to fling my useless human corpse out the window as fast as possible.

After a lengthy night’s rest, it was safe to say that I had been restored to my normal (if slightly more bashful) self. I grinned, training my eyes on the floor.

When Joe saw the blush on my face, he groaned. “Right. I’ll be right back with breakfast and a change of clothes for both of you, stay put.”

"Will do." I leaned forward, stretching out my arms and then my back like a cat. I eventually stretched out until I was lying flat on my stomach, glasses pushed slightly askew on the bridge of my nose. I immediately shut my eyes again, trying to soak of a few extra minutes of sleep.

I tentatively rose from my sleeping back, crouching next to Mercutio. “Hey, sleepyhead. Up.”

“My head hurts…” I whined softly, keeping my eyes firmly shut. “I like it here.”

I placed a hand on his shoulder, than moved it to brush a lock of hair behind his ear. “C’mon, Asshole~”

I leaned into Marina’s gentle touch, grumbling incoherently as I sat up, my eyes firmly shut still.

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?”