Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 8: Blood vs. Love

So I've updated 3 times in the last 18 hours?! I can't believe it. I didn't realize how much I missed writing this story until I stopped and had the chance to come back. Anyway, let me know what you think! I can't wait to write the next chapter about Tenley and Aiyden's first date. Where should a kid on parole take his date? :) :)

Oh and FINALLY! I found my perfect Aiyden! I kept searching and searching and couldn't find anyone relatively famous that I felt captured him, but I think I got him. There's a picture of him to your right, but unfortunately you'll just have to picture him with tattoos and a lip ring because I couldn't find any with them. 

Enjoy! And remember to leave feedback! :)

xxxMoe

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The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,


And the continuance of their parents' rage,


Which, but their children's end,

 nought could remove,


Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;


The which if you with patient ears attend,


What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

I couldn’t stop touching my lips the entire way back to my house. Was there supposed to be a tingling sensation in your entire face a full hour after a guy kissed you? I almost convinced myself that I needed to WebMD my symptoms by the time I reached the front door.

Turning the handle slowly I made myself absorb everything that just happened before I had to lie to my brother and best friend. Again.

“How goes it, me lady?” I heard Devin yell from the living room.

“It goes, me boy. What have you and Jack been doing all day?”

I slumped into a comfortable position with my head on Devin’s lap and my feet stretched out on the rest of the couch. He started playing with my sweaty bangs that seemed like they were glued to my forehead.

“We’ve been watching gay porn since you left, but now since you’re here and crashing our party we’ve decided to put in home videos.” Jack stated from his position on the recliner across the room.

I rolled my eyes at the mere mention of family videos. I had bathing issues back then and I think it’d be fair to say that I didn’t know what a comb was.

“Ten, you are sweating worse than a prostitute in a church, were you outside all day or something?”

I laughed despite the fact that he compared me to a hooker.

“No…”

“It just kind of looks like you got some sun today too. Did you walk somewhere after you got done?”

“I, uh, maybe?” I offered, pathetically.

Holy moly could my lying get any worse? I could feel Devin eyeing me suspiciously but I refused to meet his gaze.

“Maybe you went somewhere?” He pushed.

“I bet our cheap school shuts off the air conditioning in the summer. And what’s with the third degree, Devin? It’s not like she left and came back with a big tattoo of a biker dude on her bicep.” Jackson interjected, much to my relief.

Apparently he was too busy messing with remote controls for our home videos to notice the shakiness in my voice.

I ignored the continued staring from my best friend and instead tuned into the way his fingers played with my hair. The sun had depleted me of any and all energy I’d had and knew I was due for a nap. I let my eyes close and focused on the whirring sound of the VHS player as it rewound and Jack’s muffled curses at the TV for not working correctly.