Imperfection (Chapter Seven is up! Shall we dance?)
DeliciouslyDemonic:
I forgot to update yesterday because I'm stupid. Dx So an update today is what you get. Chapter five is still in the neurotic hands of your's truly. Will I ever finish it to my liking? I dunno. Hopefully.
Rosaline had been wrapped up in her studies for the past week. Slowly her grades had been rising, and she was now almost at a B-. She was getting even better at multi-tasking and ignoring her mother. In fact, at the moment she was sitting on the floor of her room studying for a biology test coming up. She heard the phone ring, but ignored it as it was quickly picked up by her brother. Moments later, however, Josh barged into the room.
“What’s going on?” Rosaline asked, standing up quickly.
“It’s your friend Juliet,” Josh explained quickly. “She said it’s important.” Rosaline, equally as quick, grabbed the phone from him.
“Jules, what’s wrong?” Rosaline asked urgently.
“Hermia‘s missing.” Juliet’s voice held a whisper of hysteria.

“What?!” Rosaline forced herself to stay calm. “Where was she last?”
“S-she was at the tree house.” Juliet said. Rosaline could hear Consort in the background, and Contessa’s voice crying ‘She’s been kidnapped!’
“Have you check the tree house, then?” Rosaline asked.
“Of course we have.” Juliet snapped. “Tybalt wouldn’t let me look inside, though.”
“Well, it is a decrepit old shed in a tree.” Rosaline said logically. “Why would Hermia go up there?”
“I don’t know!” Juliet snapped again. “We’ve got to find her!”
“What if she’s on the other side of Blood River?” Rosaline asked.
“The Monty side, you mean?” Juliet gasped. “But why would she…you don’t think they…”
“Of course not, but Juliet, you know Hermia!” Rosaline said desperately. “You take Tybalt with you and check out the Monty side of the river, and I’ll take Josh with me to look in some other areas.”
“What about your sisters?” Juliet asked.
“They’re at a friend’s house, they’ll be fine.” Rosaline said firmly.
“Alright. Be careful.” Juliet said. Rosaline hung up the phone and turned to her brother.
“Get the skateboards.” she ordered. “We’re going to go look for Hermia.”
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“So where are we going again?” Josh asked, skating just behind his sister.
“Just follow me.” Rosaline said, looking back a bit.
“Hey…this looks familiar.” Josh said as they went underneath a large bridge. “Are we…”
“At the subway? Yeah.”
“But why?”
“I don’t think Hermia wanted to be found.”
“That’s…understandable.” Josh stopped suddenly. “Hey, Rose, there’s some guy over there. I think he’s crying.”
“What?” Rosaline stopped too, and picked up her board. “Oh, it’s Puck.”
“Who?”
“Puck Summerdream, he must be looking for Hermia too.” Rosaline ran up to the red-haired Puck and stood in front of him.
“Hey, Puck!” she said. Puck looked up at her glumly. He wasn’t crying, but it looked like he’d given up.
“Oh. Hi.” he muttered.
“You haven’t given up, have you? Because I think I know where Hermia is.” Rosaline said.
“Where?” Puck stood to his feet hopefully.
“The old subway.” Rosaline said. “Maybe she wanted to be alone for a bit.”
“Maybe.” Puck’s eyes seemed to light up. “Let’s go!”
Rosaline nodded, set her board down and jumped on it again. She and Josh started skating down the road, Puck sprinting beside them.
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It didn’t take long before they reached the grungy station. Rosaline set down the boards outside, and the three hurried down the stairs.
“Hermia?” Rosaline called.
“Down here.” a voice called back. Rosaline looked over the edge of the floor to see Hermia lying on the tracks.

“What are you doing down there?” Rosaline asked her.
“I wanted some time to think.” Hermia said simply.
“So you lay on some train tracks?” Rosaline laughed.
“Okay, but just for the record I’m not suicidal.” Hermia joked.
“I know you aren’t.” Rosaline said. “But you’ve got to get out of there. The train could come any minute.”
“Alright, I’m com-” Hermia froze and tugged at her leg. “My boot’s stuck!”
“Pull on it!” Rosaline said. Hermia pulled harder, but it still was held by the tracks. Some sounds and motions were signaling something that made Rosaline even more scared.
“Hurry up!” Rosaline said, almost hysterically.
“I’m trying.” Hermia started to cry. Rosaline felt herself pushed out of the way and saw someone jump down to help her. Her first thought was that it was Puck, but he was frozen in place a few feet away. Then she noticed that Josh wasn’t there.
“Josh!” she murmured. She turned just in time to see the train whip past her. They were…gone. Or were they? She turned to her left and saw Josh holding Hermia in his arms. He was on his knees, and pulling himself up to his feet. Hermia was staring at him in an odd way, but Rosaline dismissed it.

“Here you go.” Josh said, setting Hermia down. “And you didn’t even lose your boot.”
“T-thank you.” Hermia stuttered. Puck seemed to thaw out and he rushed forward and squeezed Hermia.
“Thank the Creator your okay!” he said. Hermia continued to stare at Josh, and just muttered a simple
“Yeah.” to Puck.
“Hey, Puck, can I use your cell?” Rosaline asked
“Sure.” he handed her the phone, and Rosaline dialed Juliet’s number.
“Hey, Jules, good, news, we found Hermia. Puck‘s here too.” she said quickly.
“That’s great!” Juliet said. There was a pause where Rose heard her telling Tybalt. “Have them meet us back at the Manor.”
“Alright.” Rosaline hung up and handed the phone back to Puck. “You’ve got to go to the Manor.”
“I’m going to be in so much trouble.” Hermia muttered.
“Don’t worry, once they hear about you almost getting killed, they’ll forget all about it.” Josh said jokingly.
“That’s true.” Hermia laughed. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Joshua, Rosie’s brother.” he told her. “Call me Josh, though.”
“Okay, Josh. I’m Hermia. But you knew that already.” she laughed nervously, and Rosaline sent her a look.
“We’d better get you back home.” Puck said to Hermia, sending a jealous glare at Josh.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Hermia muttered. “Bye, Rosaline, Josh.” Puck hurried Hermia up the stairs and down the street. Rosaline let out a small laugh.
“So, that was Hermia.” Josh said slowly.
“I do believe that’s her name.” Rose said sarcastically.
“She’s cute.” Josh smirked, getting on his skateboard and starting back towards their house.
Rosaline sensed some problems arising in the near future.
I love Rose's face in the last picture. xD Dunno why.
If people actually read this, then please; post comments. They keep me motivated. Seriously, I've deleted stories before thanks to lack of reviews making me think no one likes it. Dx -puts on tin foil hat-
shibby559559:
Hey, i hope you do keep going on this story....its really good, im really enjoying it :-)
DeliciouslyDemonic:
I've finished the fifth chapter, and I'm waiting for ideas for the sixth. xD -is so pathetic-
Usually I get ideas by playing my game, but I haven't been able to get on.
Oh yes, an apology for Rose looking different in the second picture. I had to re-do that since the ridable skateboards that I downloaded suck. I forgot to change her back before snapping that pic. Whatever, it still works.
DeliciouslyDemonic:
Hey, a chapter! xD Chapter six is almost done, people! just need to get more pictures.
Rosaline opened her eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight. It was Friday, the last day of the school week. She got up and ran downstairs and into the bathroom. After locking the door, she took a quick bath and got dressed. She grabbed some food out of the kitchen, then ran out of the house before anyone could say anything to her. She got on her skateboard and quickly rode down the street. Today would be different; she could feel it.
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As soon as she got inside the school, she noticed a gang of girls huddled around the notice board. She put her things in her locker, then went over to see what the excitement was all about. She shoved her way through and looked at a piece of paper pinned to the cork board.
“A dance?” she asked aloud.
“What do you mean, ‘A Dance,’ Rosaline?” a voice asked her. She turned and saw Hermia trying to see the notice too.
“There’s going to be a dance. It’s called the ‘Masked Costume Ball.’ What?” Rosaline turned and looked at her friend, confused.
“I dunno.” Hermia shrugged. “Hey, Jules. You know about a Masked Costume Ball?”
“Of course I do!” Juliet’s eyes sparkled. “It’s a traditional ball that’s hosted by the Capps. You where masks and costumes!”
“We caught that part.” Rosaline said sarcastically.
“But best of all,” Juliet went on, as if Rosaline had never spoken. “If you kiss someone at midnight at the ball, your destined to be a part of each other’s lives forever!”
“Wow.” Rosaline said. “Who came up with that?”
“Shut up, it’s romantic.” Juliet said.
“It’s stupid.” Rosaline said dully.
“Well, you have to go.” Juliet told her.
“Why should I?” Rosaline asked.
“Because! It’s tradition.” Juliet said.
“It’s not my tradition.” Rosaline muttered. “Fine, I’ll go. But I’ll choose who I go with, if I go with anyone at all.
“Alright, as long as you’re going.” Juliet said with a smile.
“Juliet, will you come with me for a moment?” Hermia tugged on her sister’s arm.
“What? Why?” Juliet asked.
“Just do it.” Hermia hissed. Juliet, confused, followed her sister. Rosaline shrugged and started to walk towards their classroom when she stopped dead. She recognized him, him being the infamous Romeo Monty. She silently cursed at Hermia under her breath. They’d been trying to keep soft-hearted Juliet away from the huge flirt, but he had been determined to get Rosaline to date him. She turned around and closed her eyes.
“Don’t notice me, don’t notice me, don’t notice me.” she muttered repeatedly under her breath.
“Oh, Rosaline!” the annoying voice of Romeo rang out.
“What do you want?” Rosaline asked him rudely.

“Well, I had a question to ask you.” Romeo started.
“No.” Rosaline said simply, shoving her way past him.
“You haven’t even heard my question yet.” Romeo objected.
“Fine. What’s your question?” Rosaline asked, even though she knew what he was going to say.
“Would you like to, Y’know, go to the dance with me?” he asked.
“Oh, how sweet.” Rosaline said. “No.”
“Why?” Romeo asked her.
“How many times do I have to reject you for you to get the message?” Rosaline asked him furiously.
“Just tell me why!” Romeo said. She knew if she told him the truth she’d be in big trouble, so she ignored him. The truth was, she knew that Montys could only go to Capp parties if invited by a guest, and if she, Creator forbid, said yes to Romeo, then she’d be even lower in the eyes of the Capps, excluding Tybalt, Juliet and Hermia. She normally didn’t give a s**t what people thought about her, but she had a bad feeling that Consort would use any excuse he could to get her to stop being around his grandchildren. Since they were her only friends, she made it a law to tread carefully around the cranky elder. But she didn’t even like Romeo, so it wasn’t a big loss. She passed by him and walked into her classroom, sending a well-aimed glare at a sheepish Hermia. She sat down in her usual seat next to Tybalt, and let out a small yawn. She hoped school would get over with quickly.
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As the last bell rang, the three girls walked out of their classroom and towards their lockers.
“I feel like I’m in a clique.” Rosaline grumbled as the girls they passed turned and stared at them.
“Don’t worry, they’re staring at me.” Hermia said. “I’m incredibly famous, you know.”
“Yeah, and I’m fifthly rich.” Rosaline said, poking her friend’s arm playfully.
“You two look pathetic when you try to be posh.” Juliet joked, sticking her nose in the air.
“Says the girl who trips when she wears high heels.” Rosaline said with a laugh.
“Oh, shut up.” Juliet rolled her eyes at Rosaline.
“Oh, hey, Rosaline there was something we wanted to ask you.” Hermia said suddenly.
“Oh yeah, I totally forgot.” Juliet blinked her sister, who gave her a ‘You would’ look.
“We were wondering if you’d wanna stay at our place tonight, since it’s Friday and all.” Hermia told her.

“Uhm, why do you ask?” Rosaline inquired curiously.
“Does there have to be a reason?” Hermia asked with a laugh.
“…yes.” Rosaline said simply. Hermia let out a small sigh.
“Well, since the dance Is coming up, me and Juliet were wanting to make sure you look good for it.” she told her.
“Uhm…okay?” Rosaline was still confused. “But I don’t need a make-over.”
“Yeah, you do.” Juliet said. “How long has it been since you did something with your hair?”
“Or your clothes?” Hermia added.
“Probably not since my dad died.” Rosaline confided. “I didn’t see much of a point…”
“Well, when your friends with us, you’re going to be as stylish as us!” Hermia said, smiling broadly.
“Remind me why I’m friends with you, then.”
“Aren’t you at the least bit excited?” Juliet asked her.

“Well…maybe a little.” Rosaline told them. The three girls laughed, then walked out the school’s front door.
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“So…what are we going to do?”

The three of them were sitting on the floor of Juliet and Hermia’s room Rosaline felt so odd around them. They were both wearing lacy satin pajamas, Hermia’s black and Juliet’s white, while she wore a simple, too-long black t-shirt and striped knee socks.
“Well, we could give you a make-over now.” Juliet said, smirking. “I feel in the mood for that.”
“Oh, Jules.” Hermia sighed.
“You are obsessed with doing my hair and make-up, aren’t you?” Rose asked with a laugh.
“But your hair is so pretty!” Juliet whined. “And you would look better without all the make-up. What if I just-”
“Juliet.”
“But Rosaline, if I could just…”
“Juliet!”
“What?”
“It’s fine, you can give me a make-over if you want.” Rosaline caved.
“Yay!” Juliet jumped to her feet enthusiastically. “The vanity’s over here.” Juliet grabbed Rosaline’s hand and dragged her to the mirror table. “Now sit down.” Rosaline pulled out the chair and did just that.

“Okay, so what are you going to do?” Rosaline asked her.
“It’s a surprise. Now close your eyes and let me work my magic.” Juliet ordered. Rosaline shrugged, and closed her eyes carefully. She immediately felt Juliet grab her hair gently and begin to brush it. After about five minutes, Juliet turned the chair around and began dabbing off all of Rosaline’s make-up, which consisted of heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner, some dark pink lipgloss and some blush, with a damp sponge.
“I was right.” Juliet murmured. “You look much better without make-up on.” Rosaline just kept still, wanting whatever she was doing to be over with quickly. She felt Juliet apply some mascara and a bit of eyeshadow. Next, she felt the bottom of her eyes being pulled as eyeliner was put on as well. Lipstick was put on as a must, and a small amount of blush was put on her cheekbones. Juliet stuck something in her, Rosaline’s, hair, and stood back with a victorious smile on her face.
“Done!” she told her friend, and Rosaline opened her eyes.

“Woah.” was the first thing that came out of Rose’s mouth.
Her face looked pale, but not too pale, and was a perfect contrast to her skin. Her lips were a subtle pink, and her eyelashes, no longer blending in with her eyeliner, where long and ebony black. A Black headband was in her hair, not keeping her hair out of her eyes in the slightest, but it looked cute.
“What did you do to me?” She asked, entranced by how much…better she looked.
“Oh, it was simple.” Juliet said. But before she could explain, Contessa walked into the room.
“Girls, you need to get ready for bed now.” she told them in a very grandmotherly voice.
“Yes, Grandmother.” Juliet said obediently. Contessa smiled at her granddaughters, gave a small nod to Rosaline, and walked away.
“I should take a bath before bed.” Rosaline murmured.
“Alright, but I’m turning off the lights!” Hermia told her. “So you’ll be walking in half-blind.”
“I don’t care, I’ll just turn on the lights!” Rosaline stuck out her tongue at Hermia before running into the bathroom that connected with Juliet and Hermia’s room.
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Meanwhile…
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“Tybalt, give this to your sister.” Consort told the 17-year-old seriously.
“First off, which one.” Tybalt asked. “There’s two, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Juliet, and don’t get snarky with me.” Consort demanded.
“Fine, what is it?” Tybalt tried to look inside the plastic bag, but Consort stopped him.
“You know what, just put it in the bathroom.” Consort said with a sigh.
“Uhm, alright.” Tybalt said, still very confused. He walked upstairs, resisting the temptation to dump the bag’s contents out and rifle through them…just barely.
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He, when he reached it, rapped on the door. No response. Just to be sure, her rapped on it again. Still no response. Thinking it was empty, he twisted the doorknob. It was unlocked, and he pushed the door open, stepping into the room just as a towel hit the floor.
“the…” he looked up, and his grew as wide as saucers as they hit the naked body of Rosaline. He dropped the bag. Rose screamed and covered her exposed body best she could.
He just stood there, completely immobilized with shock for a moment before the part of his brain where what manners he had were held finally got through the shocked barrier around the central processor and shouted at him to stop looking, you idiot! Tybalt’s body jolted into gear with the realization and he spun around to look back out her door, his eyes still wide.

"I'm sorry!" He choked out, the image of Rosaline's bare body burned into his brain. "I-I-I d-didn't mean t-t-t-to y-you-you know, uh-uh-um, I j-j-uh-ust—I'm s-s-sorry!"
“This is your sister’s bathroom!” Rosaline’s voice was a high-pitched squeak “Why did you come in her at all?!” Tybalt heard the sound of scrambling as Rosaline picked her towel up again, and a very bad mental image came into his brain.
“I-I-I ‘m s-s-sorry! I-I-I d-d-didn’t know y-y-you‘d-”
“BE NAKED?!” Rosaline seemed to have gotten her voice back. Nay, she definitely got her voice back.
“Y-yeah, t-t-that.” Tybalt stuttered.
“Tybalt.” Rosaline closed her eyes. “WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN HERE?!”
Tybalt gulped again. "I-I-I don't know."
“GET OUT!”
"What?" Tybs didn't have the chance to try and move his legs. Rosaline ran forward and chucked him out of the room.
When his head stopped spinning he looked back to see that the door had been slammed shut after Rosaline’s harsh push had deposited him outside. He heard the lock click vigorously.
And still, he couldn't get that image out of his mind!
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Rosaline leaned against the door and sank slowly down onto the floor, eyes still wide, mouth still agape, and cheeks still glowing scarlet. She hadn't really meant to blow up at Tybalt like that; after all, it had been an accident, but she had simply panicked. Any girl in her position would have done the same thing.
She'd have to apologize to him later. If she could even look him in the eye, that is. And perhaps pushing him out forcefully was a bit much; but on the other hand he'd just been standing there, with the door wide open for all the world to walk by and see in. What if Juliet or Hermia had walked by? Or, Creator forbid, one of their grandparents? (Rosaline shivered. She didn't even want to think about how awkward that would have made things.)
Tybalt had seen her naked. Naked! Well, he'd seemed pretty repulsed by the situation, and he was only seventeen, so…her head fell into her hands. What was she saying, 'only' seventeen? She'd accidentally let a teenage boy see her completely uncovered…Creator only knew what was going to come of that.
She pulled herself up and went to put her clothes back on. No point in taking a bath now.
I wonder who's more traumatized, Tybs or Rose. BTW, the contents of the bag are actually pads. xD Consort didn't want to bring them up himself. Thank God he didn't. Chapter six coming sooooon!
HappyThoughts:
1giggle
Very funny stuff. Can't wait for the dance .. Awkward.
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