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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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I couldn't climb out of the limo fast enough. Paris insisted on walking me to the door, but as soon as a solid brick wall was between us and I had ensured no servants were in the house, I was tearing up the stairs and flinging my bedroom door open.

I had been waiting for Juliet for around fifteen minutes now, but the relief that swelled in my chest when I heard her bedroom door open made it all worth it as I got up from where I had been perched on her balcony. I walked over to the glass door, impatiently shifting my feet as I waited for her to notice me.

I made a beeline for the door and fumbled with the code on the keypad, finally pushing it open. "Romeo," I breathed, an enormous smile alighting on my face as I took him by the collar and pulled his mouth down on mine.

During my time sitting on the balcony, I had planned out how to treat Juliet. She seemed worried over text. I would have to be soft and comforting, gentle and temperate. But the only thing I managed to say was a startled “mph!” As she pulled me into a kiss on the spot—not that I’m complaining. I kissed her back passionately, conveying as much I missed you as possible.

I pulled away for a split second to close, lock, and yank my curtains over the door, then was leaning back in for yet another kiss. We stumbled back against the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperation, but the action lacked any sort of sexual desire or passion. "I missed you…" My warm breath fanned across his mouth. "Kiss me again."

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I kissed her again, holding my wounded arm close to my chest to prevent from injuring myself further. Although this did happen several times when I tried to instinctively wrap my arm around her. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” I breathed, panting heavily.

"That just means I'm doing my job right.." I whispered against him, closing my eyes against the rush of gentle euphoria that came with his proximity. "I love you…. so much…"

“So I’ve heard.” I spread playful kisses across her cheeks and nipped at her lower lip, thriving off the warm buzz that came with Juliet’s presence, melting my heart like butter.

I exhaled shakily, pressing myself against him. I was simply seeking the warmth and shelter of his familiarity, nothing else…. but the recent memory of another man kept shattering this bubble of tranquillity.

Paris.

How broken would he be if he saw the two of us together, right now? Shuddering, I pulled away from Romeo, attempting escape from the horrible thoughts that continued to surface.

What if he finds out?

What if he kills Romeo?

What if he tells my father?

What if he never knows…. and what if I'm forced to bear his children?

In a panicked attempt to halt my derailed train of thought, I drove a hand across my own face in a harsh slap.

“Whoa! Whoa! Jules, hey. What’s wrong? I’m right here.” I panicked, cupping her now red cheek in my hand.

I shut my eyes, breathing heavily. It was amazing how quickly my mood could change, how easily a single thought could disturb the fragility of a temporary moment of peace.

"I–I'm sorry." Biting down on my lower lip, I forced my shoulders to lower and relax. "Not your fault. Paris."

“If you need to talk, you know I’ll listen.” I encouraged her, biting my lip with worry.

"He—" I swallowed thickly, trying to organize my chaotic thoughts into words. "He doesn't seem like… a bad guy. He's trying to make the best of this stupid situation. I've already lied to him so many times, and I know I'm going to keep lying to him for the rest of my life because I can't just tell him I'm already in love with you. Somewhere along the line, he might even grow to care for me. And I would much, much rather he despise me because I don't want to see the broken look on his face if he ever discovers us. I don't want him to kill you in revenge. I don't—I don't want to be forced into having children with the man I can barely stand to look at."

“Juliet, I want you to look at me. We can’t fuss over the future right now. There’s only the present. We live while we can and that’s all we can do. We’re young and dumb and reckless. We’re… we’re in love. We can do anything.” I reached forward, intertwining my fingers.

My hands were beginning to tremble, so I clenched them into fists. “But we can’t. If we could, we would be miles away from here right now. If we could, we wouldn’t have to meet in secret. If we could, I wouldn’t be promising myself that I will be dead by the time our parents force us to—to have children.”

“Love, please. Look at me. Tell me what you see.” I coaxed her, taking a deep breath.

Slowly, I raised my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his devastatingly hopeful ones. "I see…. you. I see Romeo. I see the boy that I love."

“And where is the boy that you love right now?” I smiled, a bit too cocky for my own good.

"Right here…?" I answered, slightly confused. "Sitting across from me? Well, I mean, Leonardo DiCaprio isn't anywhere close by right now, but you're the next best thing."

“First of all, I’m way better than Leonardo DiCaprio. But more importantly, if everything was impossible, I wouldn’t be here right now. Two months ago I never would’ve dreamed of this. But I’m here. A little broken, but whole.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, happy that my feeble attempt at a joke had somewhat paid off. "I–I guess, yeah."

“Juliet, isn’t it crazy? It’s a little crazy isn’t it? It’s like I look at you and suddenly we’re fighting in the hallway and then we’re in the library and at Greg’s and now. Now we’re here. Isn’t it amazing?” I felt all my hope blossom in my voice, like a rose revealing its petals to the first rays of spring sunlight.