Imperfection (Chapter Seven is up! Shall we dance?)
DeliciouslyDemonic:
Hi! Kyletheartist's story Veronaville is not just for Romeo and Juliet has inspired me to write my own story for Veronaville. I've done about three stories, but this one is my favorite by far, though I may do my second favorite one when I finish this. The first chapter is a little short. :/
Chapter One - - Two Different Worlds
16 year old Rosaline Miller sighed as she walked down the road towards her house. She hated that she had to call it her house. She walked past the stolen road cone and busted bike and walked up the concrete stairs. She opened the door and walked inside the grungy house.

“Patty, I’m home.” she yelled. No answer. She sighed again and walked upstairs. Her little sisters, Bella and Dona, were playing with their doll house in their room. Rosaline smiled at them and waved hello. They waved back, and Rosaline continued to her room. She turned on her radio and lounged on her bed, listening to the soothing music. Soon, she was nodding off.

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Rosaline jumped with a start as she heard the door downstairs slam. She got up and ran to the stairs, only to see her mother stumbling inside. She growled with anger, and stormed down. Patty ignored her and fell to the ground. Rosaline frowned at her, and kicked her.
“Get up.” she growled. Patty slowly pushed herself up.
“You got drunk again.” Rosaline stated.
“S’ what? You m’ boss?” Patty grumbled.
“No, but I’m obviously more responsible then you!” Rosaline said. “You just left Bells and Don here by themselves?”

“You came home.” Patty said, rubbing her temples.
“What if I hadn’t, Patty?” she refused to call her mom. “The social worker would’ve come and taken them away.” Patty stayed silent. “One of these days…”
“One of these days what?” Patty said threateningly. “You’ll run away? Where will you go? The only place that’d take YOU is a brothel!” Rosaline glared coldly at her mother.
“So you want me to follow in mummy’s footsteps?” she taunted. “I’ve know about deadbeat dads, but you’re the first deadbeat mum I’ve ever seen.”

“Watch your mouth when your talking to me!” Patty snapped.
“Or what?” Rosaline smirked. “You’ll run away?” with that she turned and ran back upstairs. She hated her mother. And she was glad she, Patty, knew it. Her life was miserable. It used to be livable. But now…
“Why did you have to die, daddy?” she cried to herself. Once again, she felt hatred towards that gunman. He had no idea what he’d taken from her.
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Tybalt Capp sat in the dining chair, bored out of his mind. His grandfather had invited over the Tigos for dinner again. Luckily for Juliet, their son Paris didn’t come. Unluckily for him, they brought their daughter Samantha along. They were trying to get him to date Samantha, but he just didn’t go for chicks like her. They’d never talked one-on-one, but from what he heard from her talking to others, she was obsessed with shopping, money, hair bleach and sex.
“Mrs. Capp, this food is delectable!” Mr. Tigo said to Contessa, who was sitting on the opposite end from Consort.
“Why thank you, Mr. Tigo.” Contessa said with a smile. “I was always rather good at Lobster Thermidor.”
Tybalt sighed. Boring conversation made him even more bored. He saw Consort throw a glare at him, and felt a foot kick his ankle sharply.
“Sit up straight.” his grandfather hissed. “Don’t muss this up, boy. Say something nice to Samantha!”
Oh, Great, Tybalt thought sarcastically. “You look nice in that dress, Samantha.” he managed to get out, sending a death glare at his grandfather.
Samantha looked at him nervously, then opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off abruptly by her mother.

“Oh yes, she’s simply dar-ling in it!” Mrs. Tigo said with a twang in her voice that both annoyed him and made him wince. “As soon as we saw it in the store, I knew It was ma-de for her! It cost us only 40,000 Simoleons! Talk about cheap! Don’t you think she looked dar-ling, Tybalt?” Tybalt raised an eyebrow, and started to speak but was cut off by none other then Consort.
“Of course he thinks so.” Consort said so cheerfully, Tybalt swore he heard Hermia choking in the background. “After all, he said she looked beautiful in it.” Tybalt rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to contradict his grandfather, but was interrupted by Mrs. Tigo.

“Oh, I know Mr. Capp!” she batted a hand playfully. “Don’t they look so cute together, too?” At that comment, he knew that he’d had enough. He stood up with such force, his chair almost fell over. The chair scooted across the floor instead, with a loud screeching noise. Everyone turned towards him with shocked looks on their face.
“If you- Oh what the hell am I saying. Screw manners, I’m out of here.” Tybalt stormed out of the room and upstairs.

Moments later, Juliet stood up too.
“Tybs, wait a minute!” she called, running after him. She followed him up the stairs and watched him slam the door behind him before she could go inside. She waited a minute, then knocked gently on the door.
“If your are male or not related to me, GO AWAY.” Tybalt’s voice rang out. Juliet smiled sadly.
“Tybs, it’s Jules.” she told him quietly.
“Oh. Come in then.” Tybalt said. She opened the door and walked into his room. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him. He was sitting on the floor, looking depressed as hell.

“Okay, spill.” Juliet said.
“I’m sick of it!” Tybalt growled. “I’m tired of Granddad throwing this girl on me, tired of him expecting me to act perfect, I’m tired of being alone…. Worst off, at school everyone thinks I’m either weird, gay, or both!”
“Tybs…” Juliet murmured.
“None of the girls actually like me, either.” Tybalt said. “They take one look at me and…” He let out a sigh. “They judge me before they even know me.”

“Tybalt, get up.” Juliet said, reaching out a hand and helping her older brother up. She pulled him into a hug. “Don’t worry.” she reassured him. “You’re brave, loyal, and nice. Any girl who doesn’t bother to know you, it’s their loss. I’m sure your princess is out their somewhere. Who knows?” she pulled away and grinned. “Maybe she’s waiting for her prince charming to save her.”
“You read to much Shakespeare.” Tybalt said with a laugh. He and Juliet sat down and talked longer. He knew he would be in terrible trouble for what he did. But just for a moment, he actually felt happy.
Chapter two will be coming soon! :D
Katie:
;D Ohhh!! ! ! !! Yay,
DeliciouslyDemonic:
Hey, someone commented! xD
DeliciouslyDemonic:
Chapter two! :D Hope ya like it!

Rosaline walked up to the large school building. She walked up the stairs, trying to ignore their resemblance to her own home’s stairs. She took a deep breath and walked through the doors. White. Bright white. She felt like she was dead. She kept walking until she was out of the thin hallway and into a large empty room, with doors all around.

“The hell?” she muttered. “Am I in Wonderland or something?” She shook her head and pulled out the note she’d been given. It told her to go to room 34 B. She looked around quickly, and headed towards the doors with ‘B’ on them. Soon she found 34, and walked inside. A bunch of teens around her age were sitting at single tables, all facing towards the front of the room, where a man with a round face and short hair was sitting. Rosaline knew he must be the teacher, and walked up to his desk.

“Can I help you, miss?” the man asked.
“Yeah, I’m Rosaline Miller.” she told him. “I just got transferred here from Riverside High School.”
“Oh yes, Ms. Miller.” The teacher smiled, and Rosaline forced herself not to laugh; he had a weird smile. “I have your file right here, and your schedule for this year. You have the same classes as Hermia here; if you stick by her, you should find our school not as hard to get around. Now, find a seat please.” Rosaline nodded and turned, looking around for a free seat. Only one seat was open, one next to a red-haired boy who looked…depressed.

She walked over to the seat and stopped, staring right at the boy, who turned to look at her.
“You mind?” Rosaline asked.
“No. You have one?” the boy said with biting sarcasm.
“Ha ha.” Rosaline rolled her eyes. Boys were so immature. She sat down in the chair and crossed her arms

She glanced at the boy from the corner of her eye, and she saw him staring straight forward, not even at anything, just…staring. What a weirdo, she thought to herself, turning back towards the teacher.
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Hermia had introduced herself to Rosaline, and they hit it off quickly. Hermia introduced her to everyone they met, though they didn’t run into the red-haired boy again. When it was noon, however, Hermia took her down to the cafeteria for lunch, she saw him, sitting by himself. He looked lonely. When Hermia was busy chatting to her sister Juliet, Rosaline slipped away from the table and walked up to him. She stood behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, then sighed and turned back to his food.
“You again?” he asked, poking half-heartedly at his limp salad.
“And what’s that suppose to mean?” Rosaline asked. He didn’t answer. “Will you at least look at me?” He got to his feet and stood in front of her.
“Why are you bothering me?” he asked simply.
“I just wanted to know your name.” Rosaline blinked. “You never told me.”
“You never asked.” he told her.
“Well I’m asking now.” Rosaline said with a smirk. “So?”
“Tybalt.” he said with an exasperated sigh. “My name is Tybalt.”
“Nice to meet you Tybalt.” she smiled. “I’m Rosaline.”
“Go away.” he said, sitting back down. She blinked at him.
“Oh. O-okay.” she turned around and started walking back to Hermia.
“So, I see you met our brother.” Juliet said when she reached the table.
“He’s your brother?” Rosaline asked.
“It’s okay, you can say it.” Hermia giggled. “He’s an asshole.”
“Isn’t that the understatement of the century.” Rosaline muttered. “All I did was ask what his name was.”
“He’s been really moody lately.” Juliet murmured.
“Oh, it’s his time of the month?” Rosaline joked. Hermia laughed, and Juliet let out a small but pretty fake giggle. If Hermia noticed, she didn’t point it out. So neither did Rosaline.
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The rest of school went by pretty quickly for some reason. Before she knew it, she was going to her locker for the first time and getting ready to leave. Hermia had gone off to use the restroom and Juliet was doing Creator-knows what. Rosaline was just leaving the class room when she bumped into none other then Tybalt.
“Sorry.” she muttered, but he just scowled at her and walked away. Rosaline turned her head down slightly and walked towards her locker. The person in front of her stopped abruptly and she looked up to see Tybalt glaring down at her.

“Stop following me!” he growled.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Rich Boy.” Rosaline growled back. “My locker happens to be near yours. Deal with it.”
“The hell’s up with ‘Rich Boy?’” Tybalt asked her rudely.
“It’s short for ‘Spoiled, rich bratty ass-hole of a boy.’” Rosaline told him - all with a smile.
“Interesting. You come up with it yourself?” Tybalt asked.
“Oh no, your sisters helped.” Rosaline smiled with venomous sweetness.
“Oh, let me come up with one for you: cheap whore.” Rosaline froze, and turned, staring him straight in the eyes.
“What did you say?” she said, her teeth gritted.
“Cheap. Whore.” Tybalt grinned victoriously. But not for long. Rosaline raised her fist and slammed it right in his right eye.

“Say that again, and next time, I’ll break something.” Rosaline’s voice was cold and smooth. With those final words, she turned and stalked off, walking right past Hermia.
“See ya tomorrow!” she said to her friend, walking out the door. Hermia watched her leave, then turned back to see Tybalt hunched over, holding his face.
“Ohmigawd! Tybs!” Hermia cried, rushing towards her brother. “What happened?”
“Your ‘friend’ punched me in the face.” Tybalt said.
“What!? She wouldn’t do that.” Hermia exclaimed.
“I believe I can help.” a voice said. Hermia jumped at the sudden voice, then looked around. No one but them was around.
“Where are you?” Hermia asked.
“In the locker next to you.” the voice called again. This time, banging could be heard from inside one of the lockers. Hermia looked at the lock, which was in place but not fully locked. She took it off and the door swung open to reveal a boy with brown hair wearing a blue outfit.
“Paris? Why were you in the locker?” Hermia asked.
“Long story, but anyways.” Paris started. “I heard them arguing, then she called him something - Rich Kid I think - and he called her a cheap whore. Then I think that’s when she punched him; I can’t see through those grates very well.”
“Tybalt!” Hermia glared at her brother.
“What? She called me a ‘Spoiled, rich bratty ass-hole of a boy.’ What was I suppose to do?” Tybalt protested.
“NOTHING, THAT’S WHAT! AND YOU ARE!” Hermia screamed at him. She turned around and stalked off.
“It’s not my fault.” Tybalt muttered, following his sister. Paris, meanwhile, stayed in one place, trying to catch his breath; there were very old gym socks in the locker he’d been stuffed in, and little air. Very little air.
Rosaline, Rosaline. xD It's hard to imagine a girl giving Tybalt Capp a black eye, isn't it? Next chapter will come soon!
DeliciouslyDemonic:
Chapter three! W00T! I won't post the fourth chapter tomorrow since it's my birthday tomorrow! :D
Tybalt and Rosaline are like me and my brother in this chapter. xD
Hermia had been downstairs writing doing her homework when she heard heavy, dull footsteps sound. She turned and saw her brother slowly walking down the stairs, as if he was trying to make as much noise as possible.
“Hey.” he muttered, looking over at her.
“Hey yourself.” Hermia said turning back to her homework. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing a fifteen year old like you needs to know.”
“I resent that.”
“Good.”
“C’mon, tell me!” Hermia begged. Tybalt sighed and sat down on the couch next to her.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Tybalt said, reaching for the remote. Hermia kicked it away with her boot and glared at him.
“Tell me.” she said.
“Fine. I hate my life. Happy?” Tybalt growled.

“No.” Hermia said. “Why do you hate your life?”
“I should think it’s obvious.” Tybalt said, crossing his arms. “Grandpa is always telling me to get a girlfriend and is always trying to get me to date these girls in the other Clans that aren‘t against us, but they‘re all stupid. Just like that Samantha chick; all they ever talk about is clothes, money and sex. And the girls at school will bother me because they want me to beat up their ex or some s**t like that. Nobody really likes me for me.”
“Just because some people don’t like you doesn’t mean everyone does.” Hermia said. “I mean, Rosaline was trying to be nice to you and-”
“Oh, shut up.” Tybalt said. “I’m tired of hearing about her.”
“Well, too bad, because I invited her over today.” Hermia said. Tybalt glared at her and muttered something, but she didn’t hear it. She smirked at him. “Be nice to her.” she said. “She’s new.”
“So, what does that have to do with anything?” Hermia didn’t have an answer, but was saved as the doorbell rang. Hermia smirked at him, got up and opened the door.
“Hi, Rosaline!” Hermia said loudly.
“Hi, Hermia.” Rosaline replied, looking a little confused as Hermia pulled her into a hug. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving you a hug, silly.” Hermia said, letting go of her.
“Uhm…okay?” Rosaline blinked a few times. “For future reference, I don’t like to be hugged. Or touched at all, really.”

“A girl after my own heart.” Tybalt’s voice called sarcastically. Rosaline glared at him.
“Oh, shut up.” Hermia snapped at him.
“What, I didn’t say anything.” Tybalt said, obviously pretending to be hurt.
“Asshole.” Hermia muttered.
“Oh, that stings.” Tybalt turned and looked at his sister, trying to hide a grin. “You hurt my feelings.”
“As if you had any.” Rosaline muttered.
“Oh, pardon me for not liking snobby little rich girls.” Tybalt growled.
“I’m not anything like that, Rich Boy.” Rosaline snarled at him.
“Oh, yeah? I’ll bet you can name every Clan in Veronaville. Speaking of which, what Clan do you belong to?” Tybalt asked.
“What’s your problem, Rich Boy?” Rosaline countered. “Do you think everyone has to be in your little world? Well, guess what? I’m not in a ‘Clan,’ so shut your mouth.” Hermia had been watching them yell at each other, and opened her mouth to say something, but froze as her grandmother called her.
“Hermia, come here, please.” Contessa’s voice called. “I need you and Juliet to help me with lunch.”
“But Grandma, I’ve got a friend over!” Hermia pouted.
“They’ll have to wait!” Contessa called back. Hermia growled something under her breath and walked into the kitchen. Rosaline had crossed her arms and turned away from Tybalt.
“If you’re not in a Clan, then…” Tybalt trailed off, suddenly realizing what she meant. He stood up carefully and walked over to her.
“Uhm…Rosaline.” He said quietly.
“What do you want, Rich Boy?” Rosaline turned and looked at him harshly.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry I was such an ass to you.” Tybalt said. Rosaline let her arms fall to her side and stared at him.

“Y-you’re sorry?” she asked, not bothering to mask the shock in her voice. “Why?”
“I…thought you were like everyone else.” he said quietly. “I thought you were just some spoiled brat.”
“Well maybe you should get to know people before you judge them.” Rosaline said, still shocked. Tybalt looked at her with a raised eyebrow, then shook his head slightly.
“Yeah, I guess.” he muttered. “Anything I can do to…make it up to you?” Rosaline glanced at the Playstation 2.
“Do you have Silent Hill?” she asked.
“All of them.”
“Haunting Grounds or Rule of Rose?”
“Uhm…both, I think. Why?”
“How about Half-Life?” Rosaline ignored his question.
“Yeah.” Tybalt looked at her questioningly.
“How about playing some of them with me?” Rosaline smirked.
“Are you sure? I’m pretty good at video games.” Tybalt laughed.
“First off, hells yeah! And second, you’re such a nerd.” Rosaline said, but in a friendly manner.
“Hey, so are you.” Tybalt said with a smile. Rosaline rolled her eyes and ran over to the Playstation, Tybalt behind her. After a small debate, they decided to play Half-Life 2. Rosaline took the disk out of it’s case, then pressed the open button. After the CD area opened up, she slipped the game disk into the slot, closed it, and turned on the Playstation.
“I’m so gonna beat you.” Tybalt taunted.
“You wanna bet on that Rich Boy?” Rosaline said. Tybalt grinned viciously, then nodded.
“Okay, ten bucks says I’ll beat you.” Rosaline said.
“Twenty.” Tybalt countered.
“Fine, it’s your money.” Rosaline said.
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“You cheated!”
“Naw, I’m just that good.”

“You got three headshots in a row!” Tybalt cried.
“Don’t hate the player.” Rosaline said, keeping her eyes on the TV.
“You’re right. The game’s fixed!” Rosaline rolled her eyes.
“Hey, Tybalt?” she asked. He glared at her.
“What?”
“Four outta six?”
“Your on!” Tybalt smirked evilly at her and turned back to the TV.
“Oh, by the way…” Rosaline said. “Sorry for giving you a black eye.”
“What?” Tybalt turned away from the TV for a second.
“I said, I’m sorry for giving you a black eye. By the way, I just killed you.” Rosaline said.
“Wha- YOU CHEATED!” Tybalt yelled.
“No I didn’t. You didn’t have to look away.” Rosaline said logically.
“Whatever, the game’s glitched.” Tybalt said, putting down the controller. Footsteps from behind signaled the entry of Hermia.
“Hey, I heard yelling, are you two trying to…what’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing.” Rosaline said with a laugh. “I’m just kicking his ass at Half-Life.”
“You guys friends now?” Hermia asked.
“I wouldn’t say that.” Rosaline said. “More like frenemies.”
“Oh Creator, now she’s making up words.” Tybalt said, putting his head in his hand. Hermia and Rosaline laughed.
“Rosaline, dear.” Contessa appeared in the doorway. “Your mother just called, she said you need to come home.”
“Since when has she cared?” Rosaline muttered under her breath, a comment missed by Hermia, but heard by Tybalt. “Thank you for telling me,” Rosaline said in a louder voice. She stood up slowly and waved good bye to her friends. “See ya at school tomorrow.” Rosaline called, walking out the door. Just as she left, Juliet ran down the stairs.
“Who was that?” she asked, pointing at the door.
“No one, Jules.” Tybalt said with a laugh. “No one at all.”
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“Patty, I’m home!” Rosaline called.
“About time! Where the f**k were you?!” Patty screeched.
“I told you, at a friend’s house!” Rosaline said, confused.
“Don’t lie to me, you whore!” Patty’s hand moved at blinding speed and smacked her daughter straight across the face. Rosaline fell to the ground.

“Now go make dinner!” Patty left Rosaline on the ground and walked upstairs. Rose slowly picked herself up and held her cheek.
She shuffled to the kitchen, trying to keep herself from crying. If she didn’t stay strong, none of her siblings would survive. She was the only one that could handle it when their mother lashed out at them. Her sisters were too frail, and her brother had never been hit by Patty, or anyone. She doubted they even knew what she did. What scared Rosaline the most was the fact that Patty wasn’t drunk when she did that. She needed a savior. They all did.
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Rosaline set the food on the table and raised her hands in a circle around her mouth.
“DINNER’S READY!” she called. Feet could be sound shuffling down the stairs. Soon, Josh, Bella and Dona were sitting at the table, followed closely by Patty, who sent a cold glare at Rosaline. Rosaline didn’t dare sit down, she just pushed her way out of the room.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with Rosie?” Dona asked.
“Yeah, why did she run out of the room?” Bella asked, her voice the exact same as Dona’s.
“And why’s her cheek red?” Josh asked.
“Enough questions!” Patty snapped. “She’s not hungry. And mind your own business, Joshua!”
They ate in silence.
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She was sitting on her bed, tears falling down her cheeks.
“No matter what…” Rosaline murmured. “If you love something, it’s taken away. Love…isn’t worth the risk. I’ll never love anything…ever again.”
There was a knock on her door, and she gasped and jumped slightly. She used her shirt to dry her tears and opened the door.
“Oh, hey Josh.” Rosaline said dully. She turned around and sighed, leaning against the wall.

Suddenly, Josh pulled her into a tight hug.
“What are you doing?” Rosaline asked.
“Hugging you, silly.” Josh said. He released her and looked down at her. “I know what happened. I’ve know for a while now.
“Oh.” Rosaline said, looking at the ground uncomfortably.
“Rosaline…you need to go away.” Josh said. “She’ll just hurt you more.”
“No! I can’t leave Bella and Dona alone! They’ll be taken away!” Rosaline cried. “And what about you?”
“Rosaline, I don’t mean right now.” Josh said soothingly. “I’ll take care of Bells and Don. You, focus on your studies. Get a scholarship for Academie Le Tour. When you go to college in two years, they’ll be 12 and I‘ll be 16. I can get Mom some help, and take care of the twins.”
“You’re a good brother.” Rosaline said. “But what about your education?”
“I’ll make up for it.” Josh reassured her. “I’m a straight A student, remember?”
“Yeah…” Rosaline trailed off, not sure what to say. She leaned against the wall again.
“Hey, Rose?” Josh said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Does the Creator even exist?” Rosaline’s head snapped up and she stared at her brother.
“What?” she whispered.
“Sometimes…I wonder if we even have a God…or if this is all just some big joke…”
“Josh, of course the Creator exists!” Rosaline said.
“Show me proof.” Josh muttered bitterly.
“Seeing isn’t always believing.” Rosaline said. “I’ve always believed that the Creator would take care of me.”

“But he hasn’t, has he?” Josh snapped. “Look at us, Rosaline! God is DEAD. It’s just us, and what WE choose.”
“Don’t…” Rosaline slid to the floor, starting to cry again. “Please…not you too.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Josh huffed.
“All my life…people have told me a can’t…that I’m wrong…not my own brother.” Rosaline’s lips were cracked, as was her voice.
“Rosaline, I’m sorry.” Josh said.
“Just go.” Rosaline said quietly. Josh backed out of the room, leaving Rosaline curled up on the ground, crying once more. Nothing could make it better. It was as if no one cared at all. Maybe Josh was right.
Maybe God was dead. And still, she lay there, night falling quickly. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still there, as were the doubts. Slowly, she began to fall asleep. But it was a painful sleep, a troubled slumber. She lay there, on the floor, all night long. And even when the sun began to rise, battling the moon for the sky and ultimately winning the cruel battle that turned the sky pink, she slept.
I really love the last picture. Even though it's sad, it's still quite realistic and I love it. :') So, no chapters for tomorrow, but you'll get one on Friday, but not on Saturday since I'm going to my grandmothers that day (birthday related. xD)
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