Romeo & Juliet (Modern Version) *resumed*

Beginning of the End.

So basically I fell in love with writing this story at the beginning, because there was so much I could do with it twist, falls and drops, but as I started writing more chapters I stopped getting as much love as before. I understand that I upload slowly but like any other teenage in London- England, we do have exams. But anyways I’ve got a Chemistry exam on Tuesday but all I want to do is write, I don’t know where this chapter is going but I just feel to write. By the I started writing this story because 2 years ago when I started (cannot believe it) *gasps* I was reading Romeo & Juliet play by Shakespeare in English, now let me tell you that dang play is OVERRATED! So I was inspired to write this in form which was more interesting for viewers who haven’t read it and a bit more realistic like who falls in love and gets married in 4 days? Like c’mon now I don’t care how short the play had to be *kisses teeth* but anyways enjoy…

Aha I was reading the beginning of the story, I look back and realise my terrible grammar and punctuality eww.

Wynter:

3:20am in the morning, I laid wide awake running circles around Trey’s hard chest, listening to his heart beat it was in sync with mine, not missing any step.  I started to run my fingers around his chest and stroking up and down, my finger came to a half as it reached a white bandage that I just noticed which went across his chest.  I knew he hadn’t been any fights lately, plus the bandage reminded me of when Jermaine use to come how with tattoo’s and the pure bandage covering.

I stroked it and tried my best to slowly take it off hopefully not waking up my baby. Before I could remove the first plaster which was holding it in place, Trey grabbed the top of my hand.

“You’re a nosey one ain’t you” he smiled, and kissed my fingers. I loved it when he done that.

I put the top half of my body up.

“I didn’t mean to wake you” he yawned. “Can I see it?”

“How do you know it isn’t a scar?” he quizzed, I explained how Jermaine use to come home with so many that it started to look decoration.

He sat up, and then turned the light on top of his bed on, causing us both to react like vampires trying to hide from the blinding light. I stroked my hair and realised it was everywhere; I quickly tried to pat it down as I always tried to look my best for him because he was just so natural at looking beautiful.

He stood up towering me and slowly took the bandage off. He then revealed a word across his chest, on top of his heart. I could see it was saw due to the red bruising around his brown skin.

As I read what it said, it was hard for me not to hold back my tears. It read in medium midnight italic “Wynter”. I didn’t know what to say as a tear read down my eye. I stood up making strong eye contact with each other, and then wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked me up and laid me back on the bed with his body on top.

“I love you”

“Wynter, I wouldn’t just fight for you. I would push, strike and kill”

By the time we had finished doing out sexy business the clock beside his bed alarm read 9:53am.

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I reached home after 12pm, as I walked in the beautiful smell of Caribbean food stroke my nose, “damn I’m going to miss this” I said to myself.

“Wynter, is that you” I took a breath as I knew I was about to be quizzed by my mother. “Yes, mum it is me”. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching my mother acting like Jamie Oliver

“Where have you been?”   “Sixth Form” I replied smartly, knowing she would not be bothered to ask any more questions.  I watched as she made my favourite Caribbean dishes; Fried Plantain, Sweet Potatoes, Fried Chicken, Rice and Pea and pasta mixed with vegetables.