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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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(Now I just have to figure out where she hid it…. lol)

A biting wind cut through my thin sweater, drawing a shiver up my spine as I sat on a bench outside of the school, waiting for none other than Mercutio.

This is a bad idea…. You’re losing the one advantage you have over him….

And it was a bad idea. A terrible one. But after seeing his panicked state a lunch today… I wasn’t sure I wanted the advantage anymore.

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

I walked down the front steps of the school, looking around for Marina and obediently trotting to her side, pulling my hood up since we were out in the open.

“If anyone asks,” I told Mercutio, getting to my feet. “This never happened. Alright?”

“Agreed.” I grumbled, waiting impatiently to get going.

(Good idea
Uh
Hers is an old records shop but idk where she could hide stuff there)

(Yeah sure)

“We’ve got to take the bus.. the ride will be about forty minutes,” I told Mercutio over my shoulder, repressinng another shiver.

“Forty minutes?” I echoed, rubbing at my forehead. “You really hid this thing, didn’t you?”

I offered a loose shrug. “Yeah. I like to be thorough with my blackmail. At least… I was…”

“No kidding.” I snarked, putting my hands in my pockets.

“Careful~” I sang, shooting a smirk his way, “If you’re rude enough, I might call this off..”

I bit back a sharp reply, forcing my eyes submissively to the ground despite the reignited spark urging me to fight. “Sorry, Marina…”

“Much better.”

We arrived at the stop, and just as the bus was pulling over, I had a thought. “Have you ever called me by my actual name before?”

“Once.” I looked down at her. “When you…. when you weren’t feeling well. Before I took you to the park.” I replied, growing a bit awkward. Treating her civilly felt… weird. But not bad weird. Just out-of-my-comfort-zone weird.

"Oh—Right. Um, yeah." How could I have forgotten? "Sorry. It's a nice change from 'Capulet' which, you know, isn't my actual last name.."

“I’m aware.” My blunt reply didn’t match the confused expression on my face. Why is she apologizing to me?

I fished for a response, but came up dry…. so I just stayed silent again. Eventually, the bus came to a screeching stop. "This is where we get off…."

I stood up waiting to follow Marina off the bus. I remained silent, uncomfortable with whatever civility she was trying to establish with me.

We left the stop and started down the street, the silence thick between us. But I let it stew, not saying a word when I pushed the front door of an old record shop open.

“A record store? I didn’t know these places were around still?” I commented, following Marina inside.

"It's vintage," I answered simply, paying little attention to him. "I like to…." Hide. "Hang out here. Like your park bench."