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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

tune

(I gotta go eat, brb)

JULIET: Its my job to make you suffer.

(Okay!)

ROMEO: Why do pretty girls always have to hurt me? I’m just trying my best over here!

I smiled bashfully at my phone. Mercutio scoffed at me and slid into the chair beside my bed.

I froze, staring at the screen. Nausea twisted my gut, making me regret how much ice cream I’d eaten.

JULIET: Don’t. Just don’t.

Don’t call me that. Suddenly, I felt like throwing up.

ROMEO: Sorry, sorry. I forgot I’m supposed to be mean. Cut me some slack, on a lot of painkillers over here. Brain is somehow slower than usual.

I felt a spark of anger go up inside of me. Why was he still trying? Why had he said that? Gritting my teeth, I looked down at my messages, one from him, and one from Marina. I checked the one from him and left him on Read, then replied to Marina.

MARINA: Juliet…. c’mon. Just tell me where u are so I can come with you.

JULIET: I just need to be alone with my thoughts.

MARINA: I get it. Ly, don’t get into too much trouble, and text me when you’re home <3

I sighed, watching the read symbol appear on the screen.

“Mercutio, why are girls so hard to talk to?” I pouted, turning my head to face him.

“Are you texting Juliet? What the hell are you thinking?!” Mercutio snapped at me, his eyes narrowing.

“Oh shit! I have to change her contact name. Thanks, dude.” I ignored Mercutio’s yelling.

ROMEO: Did you pick a name for your character yet? I need to change your contact name.

That was unfortunately a text I could not ignore. Sighing, I texted him back my reply.

JULIET: Aurora. No, not like the Disney Princess.

I withheld typing: But you ARE a princess. and instead grinned at my phone. I changed her contact name, putting a picture of the Disney Princess as her photo.

ROMEO: I’ll admit, I thought it was going to be Rose.

JULIET: ?

I frowned slightly down at the screen. What?

(Okay so that’s a huge coincidence, because the whole reason I hat Juliet write the idea for the play own is because I have a character who hallucinated her love interest, and her name is Rosa. I even made an rp about it a while ago, but it died earlier in January)

(First I work with Romeo and now this? Damn, I’m on a roll today!)

A small smirk appeared on my face.

ROMEO: You drew roses on your jeans yesterday. I figured you had a thing for them.

(Lmao)

My brows drew together. He’d noticed?

I’d been doodling over my clothes for years now. Before that, I’d inked images onto my skin, but the sight of them had always angered Angelo, for a reason I hadn’t been able to grasp until I’d seen a picture of my mother in a low-backed dress, a tangle of rose tattoos covering her back and arms, tattoos that I didn’t remember. So I’d started doodling on my clothes, and he’d stopped getting upset.

JULIET: Just a habit of mine.

ROMEO: I like to draw too. Guess I won’t be able to do that now either. My right arm sucks at everything.

JULIET: You’ll get used to it.

I reached down, my fingers grazing the black pen I liked to keep hooked to the waistline of my jeans. Slowly, I slipped it off and turned it over in my fingers, letting a soft exhale part my lips.

ROMEO: Maybe I’ll get into drama. Suck up to Mr. Rizzo a bit before our presentation. Any idea what play they’re doing this year?

JULIET: Why are you taking the class if you don’t like it? And the play of the year doesn’t get announced until the end of October. Auditions are usually the second week of November.

I auditioned for the end of year play every year—if there was one thing our school was good at, it was the end of year shows. Almost eight months were spent on rehearsals until it was perfect, and it was probably my favourite part of the year.

ROMEO: Promise not to make fun of me?

JULIET: Why the hell would I promise that?

Last year, we’d done Phantom of the Opera, where I’d played Christine. The year before had been Oliver!, where I’d played Nancy. Before that, we’d done The Pirates of Penzance. All had turned out amazingly.

I took a picture of my bruised up face, pouting dramatically. Mercutio snorted in amusement.

“You’re a dumbass.” He teased, looking up from his phone. I turned my pout towards him.

“I’m just a sucker for a pretty face. I put the Rom in romantic!” I grinned as wide as possible and winced in pain.

“So fucking stupid.” Mercutio rolled his eyes as I went back to texting Juliet. I sent her the picture and typed a message underneath.

ROMEO: Because you pity me?

My facial expression, which had been peaceful and relaxed a moment ago, contorted into one of surprise and mild disgust.

JULIET: Nope.

ROMEO: Fine.

I didn’t expect her to agree not to. It was nice to talk about anything other than getting beaten up today so I gave in, texting her the story.

ROMEO: After Rosaline rejected me for the first time I moped around and refused to go anywhere. Rafael made me take the class since I should “at least learn to be good at it.”

I snorted out loud, letting the pen fall onto the table and pressing my hand against my mouth to muffle a peal of quiet laughter.

JULIET: I’m screenshotting that. Lmfao.

A huge grin spread onto my face despite the pain. Because holy shit I made her laugh. Maybe it was the painkillers, but I felt like my head was in the clouds.

ROMEO: It’s not THAT funny…

JULIET: It's how pathetic you are that makes it funny.

Again, I went for the harsh comment, not wanting him to think that he'd achieved anything by making me laugh. Because he definitely hadn't.

ROMEO: That’s it, I’m joining drama now. You have to deal with me even more for that comment.

Shit.
The faint smile fell from my lips. More contact with Romeo? I was already doing too much by just texting me, he was only adding risks to the dangerous game we were all playing.

JULIET: How do you know I'm even joining this year?