Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 11: Shut up

So, something I've tried to do since I started writing this was to make each part cover as much as possible, but keep the overall time frame small. Romeo and Juliet met, fell and love, and died in just four days. 

With the exception of the 3 weeks in between the fight and Tenley meeting Aiyden again, everything has been happening rather quickly and I'm really trying to keep it that way so hopefully it doesn't feel like it's dragging or going too quickly. 

Oh, and I put a goo-goo dolls song on the side that I think fits the moments towards the end of the chapter. Enjoy :)

Let me know what you think!

xoxo Mal

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Juliet:

Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,

To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,

With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Romeo:

It is my soul that calls upon my name:

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears

Walking into Aiyden’s apartment was a surprisingly sobering experience. I didn’t feel nearly as drowsy or confused as I had at the playground and it was certainly a more comforting atmosphere.

I wanted to walk around, explore the narrow hallway and see what was in his fridge, but as soon as he unlocked the door for me he had me laying on my back on the mauve colored couch in the living room. The entire space smelled of gingerbread, but it didn’t assault me like sweet smells usually do.

Adjusting my neck on a pillow, I watched Aiyden reach into a metal box he had retrieved from the kitchen. Threading some type of black string through a needle, he worked quickly but diligently. He placed the needle and thread on a paper towel and switched his focus to a bottle of peroxide as he put some on a tissue and rubbed in on my skin.

I quivered at the cool temperature of the ointment and held back tears as I felt the pain of it around the wound. Showing signs of distress would only make him more tense and, subsequently, more likely to take me to a hospital. I winced a little and saw him take notice of it with a weary look about his face.

I heard more tearing as he literally ripped through the blue cotton that made up the middle portion of my dress. It hit me then that I was nearly half naked in front of this boy who I’d only been on one date with.

Well, half a date really, I reminded myself.

“Told you I wouldn’t get any ketchup on my dress.” I joked, hoping to make him slightly less anxious.

“Very funny.” He muttered, not glancing up at me.

I sighed and let him return to his thoughts as I returned to observing him.

Picking the needle up, he held it over a small flame from a lighter, twisting it around to get every part of it heated up. He let his thumb off the ignition tab on the lighter and looked over at me. I tried to give a convincing smile, but I wasn’t sure how good my performance was.