Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 9: Oprah's Advice

Ok, so I attached a picture of Tenley's dress to the right. It took me longer to find a dress that matched the description I wrote than it did to write the chapter itself! Anyway, it's really close to what I imagined it looking like, and if you can picture sure riding to the restaurant in that, you'll probably get jealous like I did :) I WANT HER CLOTHES! 

I'm so excited to write the next chapter, and you'll probably know why when you reach the end. Didn't mean to make it a cliffhanger so if it comes off that way I'm sorry! As always, let me know what you think!

xx Moe

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O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear

I arrived at the school a little after 8 and took a seat by the table we were at just a few hours prior. I was busying myself with naming all the ants in the dirt when I heard heavy footsteps in front of me. Looking up, I was greeted with a smile from a tall, and rather attractive, male stranger and I realized how dangerous it was for me to be here alone. Heck, I didn’t even tell Jackson or Devin where I was going to meet up with “Milton”.

I smiled nervously back at him and dropped my head to the ground again, hoping he was just passing through. The footsteps drew closer and my pulse picked up speed. A new wave of panic came over me when I noticed that this part of the school was quite literally deserted and there was nothing I could see that I could possibly use as a weapon.

As I was coming to terms with the fact that I was going to die at the hands of this physically good looking, psychopathic, serial killer, he stopped in front of me.

None of us spoke for a second and a tense silence settled in the air between us as I debated my word choice to the man that would surely decapitate me. Or whatever hardened criminals were doing these days.

“Can I help you?” I managed to squeak.

I wasn’t even sure if he heard my question because all he did was begin to breathe heavier than he did before.

I slowly raised my eyes, going over his worn out boots that were obviously laced by a 4 year old, his dark, wrinkly jeans, and the grey t-shirt with a strange symbol drawn on.

“I have a twin brother.” I muttered. “And my best friend’s name is Devin, we’ve known each other forever. My mom and dad always work late, so I never get to see them, but their names are Susan and Frank…”

I was about to continue into childhood memories when he interrupted me.

“Uh, as much as I’d love to hear your life story, I’m really fucking hungry. You ready?”

He was going to eat me?!

Wait. No, I recognized that voice. I recognized that voice, but I didn’t recognize that face.

“Aiyden?” I said, beaming up at him.

“Were you expecting someone else here besides me?” He asked with a smile.

I stood up and vehemently shook my head. I wasn’t going to die! I wasn’t going to be viscously murdered and then left as food for stray dogs!

“I guess I just don’t recognize you outside of the orange jumpsuit. It was on you every time we met so I figured…”