Imperfection (Chapter Seven is up! Shall we dance?)
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Rosaline woke up early the next morning so she wouldn’t have to talk to Tybalt. Juliet and Hermia dragged her with them to go clothes shopping. But their taste in clothing conflicted with hers. Juliet kept trying to get her to wear pink shirts and dresses, Hermia kept pushing short skirts and gloves at her. But Rose preferred the simple skinny jeans and hoodies, maybe a pair of Converse shoes and some boots. Juliet and Hermia began arguing about what Rose should wear to the dance, so Rose began walking away and looking at things that SHE wanted to wear.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall blonde boy with a rather large nose looking at the dresses a little nervously, like he didn’t know what he was even doing there. Not wanting to have her fingers snapped off, but still wanting to talk to someone, she decided to avoid her friends for the moment and go talk to him.
“You know, unless you’re a cross dresser, there’s nothing to be worried about.” she said with a laugh. The boy whipped around with wide eyes and a red face.
“Oh. You’re that new girl.” he said, still looking a bit nervous.
“I’m not going to bite, Y’know.” Rosaline said, frowning a bit. “I’m Rosaline. What’s your name?”
“I’m Benvolio.” he told her. “But you can call me Ben.”
“Nice to meet you, Ben.” she said. He nodded shortly, and didn’t seem so nervous anymore. “Why are you here?”
“I was…my aunt told me to buy a dress for my cousin, but I lost her.” he explained.
“You need my help finding her?” Rosaline asked.
“Would you?” Ben looked very relieved. “She’s eight years old, has black hair and tanned skin.”
“Not like you at all.” Rosaline said, noting his light skin and blonde hair.
“She’s my cousin by adoption.” he told her.
“Oh, okay.” Rosaline smiled at him. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a little girl running past her, whooping. The girl turned to the right.
“Wha-” Ben turned around. “BEATRICE!” he ran after the little girl, Rosaline following him. Rose turned into the aisle to the right. She cut Beatrice off, and the girl was quickly reprehended by Benvolio.
“There you are!” Ben said. “Where the heck did you go?”
“The toys!” Beatrice giggled. “They’ve got a new doll I want! Benny, can I get it?”
“No.” Ben glared at her. “And I’m telling Antonio how you acted today.”
“You wouldn’t.” Beatrice looked downright scared.
“Watch me.” Ben threatened lightly. “Thanks, Rosaline.” he added.
“No problem. I’d better get back to my friends.” she said with a crooked smile. She waved at him and darted back to the clothes section.
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“Where were you?” Juliet demanded as soon as Rosaline came back.
“I was talking to someone.” she told Juliet. “His name was Benvolio.”
“Was he tall? And blond?” Hermia asked. “With a big nose?” she put her hand to her nose to make it look bigger.
“Well, yeah.” Rose said. “He had a little girl with him. Her name was-’
“Beatrice?”
“Yeah, how’d you-”
“Rose, they were Montys.” Juliet spat. “Benvolio is the adopted son of Bianca Monty, who’s brother Antonio Monty, father of Beatrice and Benedick Monty, shot and killed Oberon Summerdream while attempting to assassinate Hermia.” Rose’s hand jumped to her mouth.
“But…they were so nice.” Rose objected, feeling very small.
“The Montys are like that.” Hermia growled. “They’ll pretend to be your friend…then stab you in the back, put cement blocks on your feet and toss you into the river.” she sounded like she spoke from experience.
Her head felt like it was spinning. She felt a little weak. She had never known that Veronaville was like that.
“All this talk of murder and hatred.” Juliet sighed. “Let’s just go back to shopping. I found a cute dress you might like.” Rosaline took it gently and tried it on, but their conversation was burnt into her memory forever.
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Rosaline walked into her house with three bags in her hand, filled with clothes. She ran up to her room quickly, and put all the clothes away. She was the only one home. She wandered around the small house a bit, then went into the bathroom. Looking in the grungy mirror, all she could do was stare. She didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror staring back at her. This girl was preppy, girly, clique-ish. That wasn’t her.
She was rude, sarcastic, emotional, and she hated everyone. But that was her in th mirror. She looked to the ground, not sure what to do. She didn’t want to believe she’d changed. Change wasn’t something she liked. She didn’t want to change. So why did she? She looked up at the mirror again, and gasped.

Someone - she had no idea who - was standing over her with a knife, ready to plunge the sharpened steel into her neck. She turned, but no one was there. She looked back at the mirror, and the person, a girl with long blonde hair, raised the knife and slammed it down. Then the world went black, but she still heard noise. She realized her eyes were closed, and an intense pain was in her knuckles. A hot liquid silently dripped down the back of her hand and over her wrist. She opened her eyes, and saw broken glass all around her. Her hand was straight in front of her. The liquid was blood. She’d punched the mirror.

As she stared at her broken reflection, she realized that was her. Not who she thought she was, or who she thought she’d become. She was…broken. She felt another type of warm liquid slide down her face; tears.
She covered her face with her hands. Why was she like this? Why was she broken? She was like a china doll that had fallen off the mantel. But there was no answer. All she could do…was cry.

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“What’s wrong with your hand, girl?” Patty grabbed Rosaline’s hand roughly and examined the bandage.
“I…cut it.”
“Clumsy oaf.” Patty growled with narrow eyes. “When did you get your hair changed? And where are the clothes from?”
“My friends helped me with my hair and bought me these clothes.” Rosaline said carefully.
“I thought I taught you not to take handouts.” Patty snarled.
“They aren’t handouts if it’s from a friend!” Rosaline snapped, ready to hit her mother.
“Stupid girl.” Patty mumbled.
“Worthless pig.” Rosaline said with disgust, walking up the stairs.
She walked into her room, and sat on her bed, carefully holding her hand at chest-level. She peeled the bandage off it carefully to reveal that Patty’s rough grasp had caused it to bleed again. She grabbed a tissue and dabbed the blood off before bandaging it again.
“What happened?” Rosaline looked up to see her brother standing in the doorway.
“My hand got cut.”
“Do you mean your hand got cut, or you cut it?”
“What?”
“Please Rose, you just seem like one of those people who…” Josh struggled to find the right word.
“You think I did this to myself?” Rosaline stood up quickly, almost knocking her end table over.
“No, Yes, Maybe, I don’t know!” Josh sighed, and leaned against the wall.
“Where have you been?” Rosaline calmed down a bit.
“Hanging out.”
“With whom, may I ask?”
“Someone you know.”
“Josh, WHO?”
“Starts with an ‘H,’ I believe.”
“Josh, stop fooling around.” Rose snapped. “Just tell me.”
“Hermia.” Rosaline’s eyes grew wide, and she stared at the floor, mouth agape.
“Why the hell were you hanging out with one of my best friends?” Rosaline demanded.
“She asked me if I wanted to go see a movie with her, and I said okay.” Josh shrugged.
“And why the hell didn’t she go with her boyfriend?” Rosaline was coming up with a very good lecture for the younger girl.
“She said he was too busy with his entrance exams to go.”
“And why not her sister?”
“Juliet? She didn’t want to see the movie.”
“Tybalt, for Creator’s sake!?”
“She was pissed off at him. Said he threatened Puck or some s**t.”
“That sounds like something he‘d pull,” Rose said under her breath. “But why didn’t she ask me either?”
“Dunno.” Josh looked at the sky thoughtfully. “Nice ceiling you’ve got there.
“DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!”
“Whoa, why’s this such a big deal, not like I was hitting on her or anything.” Josh said with a furrowed brow. Rosaline almost felt sorry for her naive, 14-year-old brother. He’d no idea.
“Because she has a crush on you. Because you saved her.” she explained. Josh’s face changed so quickly she had to laugh. First, he looked confused, then his face turned red, then purple, then when he remembered to breath, he looked both embarrassed and smug, with a small smirk on his face.
“Well,” Josh put his hands behind his head and smiled in a very ornery way. Rose sighed.
“You’d better not.” she said.
“You don’t scare me!” Josh said, sticking out his tongue at his older sister.
“I should.” Rosaline began assaulting him with a pillow.
“Ow! O- OW! - OKAY! St- OW! ROSE STOP!”
Rose held the pillow and laughed at her brother. Suddenly, he smacked her upside the head with a pillow that had been next to her door.
“Okay, that’s it!” Rose continued her assault, and Josh returned fire. Soon the siblings were reduced to tears from laughing to hard. The sweet moment was ruined by the door being swung open.
“Joshua, I need you to take out the trash and clean the bathroom.” Patty’s rough voice growled. She pushed the boy out of the room, and advanced on Rosaline.
“Alright, Ms. Teen Queen.” Patty growled. “You’ve got a dinner to cook and a kitchen to clean. GET TO IT.”
Rosaline shoved her way past Patty and towards the stairs. She hated her life. She hated her mother. Her house. But most of all, she absolutely hated cooking.
What? My Veronaville needed a Benvolio, and I needed someone to- never mind. The next chapter is the dance! Ooh, I'm so EVIL. >:D
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Story will be on small hiatus until my computer has fully recovered from a recent virus attack. I lost some pictures and they need to be redone. :( In the meantime, please leave your comments!
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DeliciouslyDemonic:
It is what you've been waiting for...Chapter seven...The Dance.
OH YEAH. >:C
Yeah, I totally got Josh and Rose's conversation from Alice in Wonderland. xD
Two weeks went by quickly. The dance was that very night, but Rosaline was a nervous wreck. She kept seeing that…homicidal blond in every mirror she looked in. Eventually she began to think she was going insane. She sat on her bed, not even bothering to put her dress on. She heard a gentle tapping on her door, but she ignored it. It wasn’t until the door opened that she looked up.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” the voice was too gentle to be her mothers, but too deep to be either of her sister’s. She looked up at her younger brother.
“I…don’t know.” she sighed.
“You’ve been like this for a while, Rose. What’s wrong?” And with that, Rosaline spilled everything out, about what had happened with Tybalt when she stayed the night there, about learning about the Montys, about the girl in the mirror.
“Am I insane?” she whimpered. Josh bit his bottom lip.
“ ‘fraid so, Rose.” he told her with a small smile. “Completely bonkers. But Y’know what?” Rose turned her head towards him.
“All the best people are.” He gave her a small half-hug. “Now get your dress on and go to that dance.”
“You always know how to make me feel better.” Rosaline murmured as he walked out of the room.
She stood up and started to change into the dress.
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Tybalt had been attacked, had his hair mauled, and had been forced into a suit. And now he had to drive his assailants to a stupid dance which he also had to participate in. Needless to say, he was not in the best of moods. He parked in front of the large building where the Capps hosted their parties and dances. A beat-up Sedan was parked in front of him. He wondered who could own that car, then his thoughts shifted towards Rosaline. Trying to hide how he was blushing, he waited for his sisters to get out of the car before he did. Eventually, his face turned back to normal until he actually saw her.
She was wearing a black mini-dress, and her hair was pinned up atop her head with some fringes falling down her face. She turned around to reveal her face had very little make-up, but she still looked good. She wore a silver mask which covered most of her face, but her eyes gave her away.
She was…stunning. He couldn’t keep himself from staring at her. Until, that is…
“Tybs, I think you’re drooling.”
Hermia. Annoying him yet again. He snapped out of whatever he’d been in and glared at his sister.
“Hey, you don’t have a license, and Jules doesn’t have a car. I can just drive off right now and you’ll be stuck here. So shut up.” He said. Hermia giggled.
“Rosaline can drive us.” she said, putting emphasis on her friend’s name.
“Are you talking about me?” The three Capp siblings looked up and saw a very awkward looking Rosaline.
“No, I was just telling Tybalt to stop drooling over yo-OW!” Tybalt smacked Hermia upside the head, and Rose giggled.
“Let’s go inside before she gets herself killed.” Juliet said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, better safe then sorry.” Rose agreed. “Josh, we’re going inside.” she called to a boy standing a few feet away, talking to some of Rosaline’s classmates.
“Okay, I meet you there.” Josh called back.
“Why is your brother here?” Juliet asked.
“Hermia invited him.” Rose rolled her eyes, and the four of them walked inside.
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“What is it with Veronaville and white buildings?” Rosaline muttered to herself.
The entire inside was white, with white stone floors and white poured walls.
She walked over to a table and sat down not knowing what to do. She had been watching people dance when she heard the chair opposite to her be pulled back and someone sit down in it. She turned and saw the person was Tybalt.
“Oh…hi.” she said.
“Yeah. Hi.” They sat in an awkward silence.
“Listen…Rosaline.” Tybalt started.
“I’m sorry.” she interrupted.
“What? Why are you sorry?”
“I shouldn’t have acted that way.”
“You had every right to. I shouldn’t have-”
“No, I should’ve locked the door.”
“I should’ve knocked again.”
“So we’re both in the wrong.” Rosaline said with a smile.
“Yeah,” Tybalt chuckled.
“Friends?”
“Yeah. Friends.” Tybalt gave her a small smile.
Rosaline watched three boys in costumes and masks walk in, laughing and joking among themselves.
One of them had blonde hair and light skin, the others were tanned with black hair. They all had large noses. Almost instantly, she knew who they were.
“Tybalt…look.” she murmured. But the hot-headed Capp was already glaring and gnashing his teeth.
“Damn Montys.” he growled, storming off towards his grandfather. Rosaline watched them argue, and ultimately, Tybalt looked even more irritated and came back to the table.
“What happened?” Rosaline asked.
“I asked him if I could kick them out.” Tybalt said. “He said no.”
“What? Why?” Rosaline was surprised that Consort would turn down the chance to humiliate the Montys.
“He said he didn’t want any conflict at a party.” Tybalt looked ready to murder.
“Tybs, calm down.” Rosaline gently placed her hand on his, which was balled in a fist. “He had a good reason.” Tybalt’s hand was no longer tense, but he still looked like he wanted to kill the Montys.
“Rose…yeah.” Tybalt pulled his hand away from hers and turned away. Rosaline looked at him quietly, then turned away as well. A slow song came on, and Rosaline sighed. She wished she had someone she could slow dance with.
“Hey, Rosaline?” she heard Tybalt’s voice from what seemed like miles away.
“Hmm?” she turned towards him. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you’d wanna-” he was cut off by a tall blonde boy.
“Hello, Miss Rosaline.” she turned and looked at the boy, confused.
“Uhm…hello.”
“Would you like to dance with me?” the boy asked her. Rosaline raised and eyebrow.
“Uhm…sure.” The boy took her hand and led her to the dance floor, leaving Tybalt alone at the table with his mouth gaping stupidly.
“…dance.” Tybalt finished to himself. He turned to a waiter. “Hey! You! Get me something alcoholic.”
“How old are you?” the waiter asked.
“I’m Tybalt Capp.” Tybs growled. “So step on it.”
“Yes Sir.” the waiter turned and went to the kitchen.
Tybalt smirked and turned around. He traced the pattern on the table clothe with his finger.
It was going to be a long, long night.
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“It’s been a while since I last saw you.”
Rosaline was now definitely sure of who it was now.
“Benvolio Monty, it’s only been two weeks.” She said with narrow eyes.
“Why the sudden cold shoulder?” Benvolio asked her with a smile.
“You are a Monty. I’m friends with the Capps. Do the math.” Rosaline growled.
“Then why did you agree to dance with me?” she didn’t know how to answer that one. She just continued to glare at him.
“Can I go back to my friends now?” she asked him rudely.
“Friends, eh? It looks to me like that Tybalt wanted to be a little more the friends.” Benvolio teased.
“Shut up.” Rosaline snapped. “He’s my best friend.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, really. Now, if you want me to not leave you here dancing alone, then shut up about Tybalt.”
Benvolio chuckled.
“Fine, I’ll stop. Would you like some punch?” he asked her.
“If you must.” Rosaline muttered. Benvolio let go of her hands and turned around. As he went towards the punch bowl, she turned towards where Tybalt was sitting, and watched him drinking whiskey and staring into space. She shook her head sadly. She turned back to see Benvolio still at the table getting the drinks.
Benvolio started walking back to her when she saw, out of the corner of her, Tybalt jump up.
“HEY!” The music itself seemed to stop as soon as those words were yelled.
Benvolio stopped right in front of her and watched Tybalt walk up to them.
“I saw what you did, Monty!” Tybalt growled.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Benvolio asked.
“You put something in her drink!” Tybalt cried. The crowd gasped. Rosaline felt as if she were in a soap opera.
“I did nothing of the sort.” Benvolio objected, handing Rosaline her drink.
“Rose, don’t drink that!” Tybalt told her. “He might have put poison in it!”
“Tybalt, you’re making a scene.” she muttered. “Stop being so paranoid.”
“Rose, I’m warning you.” Tybalt took a step forward.
“Nothing will happen.” Rosaline drank the punch quickly. “See? I’m fine!” She walked away from them, furious at them both. But suddenly, she felt more furious at Tybalt, and less at Benvolio. She sat down at her table.
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“Are you insane?”
“Rosaline, please, just listen!”
“Why did you have to do that?!”
“Rosaline, stop for a second and-”
“No!” Rosaline glared at Tybalt Capp. “I’m just about sick of it. I am sick of it. I’m sick of you! Unless you can stop being such an ass, don’t bother talking to me.” She stormed away, leaving a hurt and confused Tybalt standing outside the building.
“Damn it!” Tybalt snarled to himself, kicking a stray metal can. “The Montys ruin everything.”
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Rosaline had been sitting at her table, wondering why she said what she said, why she did what she did. She took off her mask and set it on the table, holding the bridge of her nose.
“Rosaline?”
She opened her eyes and looked up to see Hermia standing in front of her.
“Oh. Hi.” Rose muttered.
“What happened with Tybalt?” Hermia asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rosaline put her mask back on and sighed.
“Well, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Hermia pulled her up and almost literally dragged her to the table where the food and drinks were.
“Hi Miranda!”
“Oh?” Rosaline watched a tall girl with long blonde hair turn around. Even with a mask on, Rosaline recognized that face. She almost gasped out loud. It was the girl from the mirror.
“Rose, this is my cousin, Miranda. Miranda, my friend Rosaline.”
“Nice to meet you.” Miranda’s…everything…was so fake, Rosaline almost laughed.
“Yeah. Same to you.” Rosaline said. She didn’t know why, but she definitely felt higher then THIS girl.
Hermia and Miranda continued to talk, and Rosaline turned to see Juliet dancing with one of the Monty boys that had crashed the party. She stared at her friend as she kissed the Monty boy.
Juliet looked over at Rosaline, who was giving her ‘What the f**k’ look. Juliet blushed, then looked away.
“…the hell? Why are you still mad about that?” Rosaline turned back to see Miranda and Hermia arguing.
“Because, he was my crush first!” Hermia spat.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I kissed a boy you liked.” Miranda rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even end up with him, so what-”
“What’s the big deal?” Hermia growled. “He was MINE.”
“What happened to Puck? Does he exist anymore?” Miranda’s voice was level, but her attitude was catty.
“Of course he exists, I just-”
“Get. Over it.”
“No!”
There was a crash, and Hermia was on the floor, covered in punch. Miranda held the bowl in her hands and an evil look was in her eyes, which seemed to be tinted red.
“As I said,” Miranda’s voice was cool. “Get over it.” The blonde sat the bowl down on the table and walked away. Then people around started to chuckle, which turned into full out laughter. Soon, almost everyone was laughing at poor Hermia, fallen and defeated. Hermia started to cry, and she pulled herself up and ran up the spiral staircase to the rooms at the top of the building. Josh ran after her.
Rosaline hesitated for a moment, then ran after them, flipping off the people who were laughing.
She stopped at the door, hearing low voices. She opened the door a crack, and peeked out, seeing Hermia looking over the fence and Josh standing beside her, talking to her. Rosaline couldn’t make out what they were saying, though. She felt a little odd, watching her brother talk to her friend that way. But she continued to watch the unheard conversation.
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He’d ran after her - Why did he do that? - and now he was trying to comfort her. She wasn’t his friend. So why should he be doing this?
“Hermia,” he didn’t know what to say.
“Why does she do this?” Hermia sobbed. “She pretends she’s my friend, then she does…this!”
“Some people are just like that.” he told her quietly.
“Josh, everyone does this to me.” Hermia’s sobs grew louder. “Mercutio, Miranda, Bottom, even Puck now.”
“Wait, Mercutio?” Josh frowned slightly. “Isn’t he a Monty?”
“We were friends.” she sniffled. “When we were kids. I had a crush on him. But Miranda…she kissed him in front of me, and Mercutio stopped talking to me, and next thing I know his uncle Antonio…his uncle Antonio is trying to kill me.”
“Hermia…don’t be scared.” Josh murmured. Hermia hiccupped and looked at him.
“What?”
“It’s obvious. You don’t want to be friends with anyone because you’re scared that they’ll hurt you. So you pretend to be something you’re not. Don’t be scared. Not everyone is like that.”
“Josh…you’re my friend, right?” he bit his lip, not sure how to answer that correctly.
“Yeah. I’m your friend.” he told her eventually.
“Then you won’t hurt me?” Hermia asked.
“No, of course not.” Josh told her. “And I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have said that last bit. Maybe if he hadn’t said it, it wouldn’t have happened. But he did say it. And because he said, Hermia kissed him. He was shocked, to say the least. But what shocked him the most was not that she kissed him first, or that he heard a small gasp in the background, but that he was kissing her back.
But, if that kiss happened because he said that last bit, then he was glad he said it.
:o :o and :o . The TENSION. Sorry for so little pictures. D:
And because I'm just SOOO evil, I'll give a secret to add to the tension: Benvolio DID put something in Rosaline's drink. But I'll let you guys think up what he could've put in it all by yourselves! :D Comment!
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