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two. montagues and capulets of the south side

two

" montagues and capulets of the south side "

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"Ten minutes to get downstairs!" Fiona yells from the outside hall. Fuck. I groan and swing my heavy yellow backpack over my shoulder. My stomach turns at the thought of going to school. Debbie runs up beside me with her school paper to check. I pretend to look it over, but I can't focus with the images of Maeve Milkovich stabbing me to death playing on loop in my mind.

"Looks good!" I lie to her. I didn't read a single word off of it. She smiles and skips out of our bedroom to head downstairs for breakfast. I leave the room behind her and nearly collide into Fiona who is running around like a madman. A chill heads down my spine. I can't tell if its because the house is fucking freezing or it's the anxiety of being murdered by Maeve Milkovich. Probably the second one.

There's a knock at the front door that echoes through the upstairs. "Someone get the door!" Fiona calls out as she picks up clothes that are on the hallway floor. "I'll get it," I respond but immediately regret it. What if it's Maeve Milkovich? What if she's at the front door with an axe and a body bag? What if this is how I die?  "Viv, how's your nose?" Fiona asks me. I look at her struggling to balance the pile of clothes in her hands. Here we go already. I feel like I'm going to throw up. "It's fine!" I reply with the fakest smile I can muster up. No it's not. It feels like shit. I ignore the sudden stinging pain in my chest and head downstairs, making my way over to the door. I hold my breath and prepare for death. I slowly turn the knob and I open it to see... Steve?

"Hey Viv." I let out the breath I was holding before I pass out. What the hell is he doing here? "Hi!" I say, maybe a little too enthusiastically, "uh, Fiona," I call for her to come get her boy toy. Steve holds his hands up, "I'm not here for Fiona, I'm here for Ian. And gotcha guys these," he holds up a bag of donuts and then his face drops, "what happened to your nose?" I sigh. Is it that noticeable? I mutter, "I got punched," and take the bag of donuts from him.

Fiona sneaks up behind me, "befriend the sister to get back the girl?" she asks Steve. Him and her go back and forth a little bit after that comment. I don't know why he's chasing her so hard, he just keeps taking punches left and right. "Why is it so cold in here?" Steve asks, pulling his jacket over him. So it's not my anxiety that's making this house fucking freezing then. Suddenly Kev bursts through the door and pushes past Steve, standing with his robe open revealing his bare chest with bread in one of his hands and a bouquet of flowers in the other. "Where is my damn toaster?!" He shouts so loud I swear I hear the floor shake. Nope. Not my problem. Not dealing with this right now. I walk away into the kitchen.

Debbie is spinning with her laptop in the air, trying to get a signal I guess. "Hey Debs, look what Steve brought," I hold up the bag of donuts. She jumps with a smile and runs to sit on the counter next to where I stand. I watch as Kev marches over to Carl at the table who's trying to make 'Melted Man' with Kev's toaster. The scene in front of me usually would make me laugh on a good day, but nothing is funny right now. Not with this pit in my stomach.

Lip comes up behind and says some shit to Steve. Everybody's talking all at the same time. I can't focus on anything. My heart is beating so fast. I swear it's going to burst out of my chest. Oh my god, I'm gonna die. I'm having a heart attack. I hear Steve say something about giving tickets to Ian. Why is he talking about giving tickets? Can't he see I'm dying? I feel like my throat is closing. I can't swallow at all. I'm going to die before Maeve Milkovich even gets to me. "WHO THE FUCK'S TONY?!" Steve yells, making me nearly jump out of my seat. They all keep talking but I can't understand any of the words coming out of their mouths.