Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 12: 1191 Palmero Street

I made this one slightly longer than my others, which kind of irks me a little. I like to keep it around 3 pages because I feel like people might lose interest if it's super long, but I tried cutting it down and just couldn't find anything I wanted to leave out!

Hopefully you'll end feeling the same way :) :) I put a song on the side too, which I just so happened to listen to before writing this chapter. I miss good ol' 90's music.... sigh....

xoxo mal

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Romeo:

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

Juliet:

If they do see thee, they will murder thee

Romeo:

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity.

Mom?

I felt all the blood pool to my face as my body instantly heated up from embarrassment. I was lying half clothed under a boy I barely knew, and my family despises, and his mother just walked in. If it was possible to die from humiliation, I would have dropped dead right then and there, I was sure of it.

“You’re home early…” Aiyden stated awkwardly, still not moving from his position on top of me.

The woman gently placed her grocery bags on the dining room table, and pressed the base of her palm to her forehead in frustration. I tried squirming out from underneath Aiyden, but it proved to be more difficult that I anticipated and gave up shortly after trying.

“What are you doing, Aiyden? Who the hell is she? And why is she topless and laying on my couch?”

I cast my eyes downwards, away from the general direction of his mother, willing myself not to completely lose it. If she wanted to discuss me while I was laying under her son as if I wasn’t in the room, she had every right to do so I imagined.

He looked down at me with apologetic eyes and crawled off me, helping me to my feet in the process. Handing me the shirt I had pulled off of him just a few minutes before, I covered myself up and prepared for the barrage of insults I was sure I was about to encounter.

“Mom, this is Tenley. Tenley,” he said, glancing over at me, “This is my mom.”

I looked over at Mrs. Hampton and mouthed the syllables for ‘hello’ but no sound came out.

His mother’s emotions quickly escalated from frustration to deeply rooted anger in a matter of seconds.

“Tenley? As in Tenley Washington?!”

Aiyden nodded curtly, angling himself between his mother and I who, frankly, looked like she might do something extremely violent very soon.

“You brought a Washington in my house?!” She screamed at her son.

I hovered closer behind him and touched his back in a reassuring gesture as her yells seemed to shake the entire apartment complex.

“Why the hell would you do that, Aiyden?! Do you realize how you’ve insulted me, your father, your family by doing one of the few things we told you not to?”