You're Quite A Sight, Little Romeo
A heavy warmth presses against my chest as I stir from sleep. When did I doze off? The sensation of movement is disorienting. I shift, trying to shield my eyes from the intrusive lights of the city.
My lips feel coated; I'm still wearing makeup. That's unusual—I never sleep with makeup on. Attempting to sit up, I'm held back by a strong, masculine arm. It's Romeo's arm, draped possessively over me. He mumbles incoherently, pulling me closer in his slumber.
It's endearing, watching him sleep, but the thought of being caught in this compromising position by Holly or Zed fills me with dread. I'm striving for change, and this isn't part of the plan.
The litter beneath us hinders any subtle escape, so I resort to pinching his nose, then his cheeks, but he remains steadfastly asleep.
An impish idea strikes me. I retrieve my mirror, grimacing at my reflection before slowly fixing my appearance. Then, with a mischievous glint in my eye, I reach for my red lipstick and begin to paint his lips. He doesn't stir. I outline his brows with my black pencil and dust his face with powder.
He looks ridiculous. I snap a few photos for posterity before nudging his hand more forcefully. His awakening is met with my uncontrollable laughter.
"What's so funny?" he grumbles, clearly not a friendly person.
I laugh even harder, unsure of how he'll react—will he see the humor, or seek revenge?
"Juliet, what did you do?"
"It's Helena to you," I correct him, still chuckling.
"Juliet!" He sits up, rubbing his eyes, only to smear mascara across his face. My laughter renews.
He glances at his hand, realization dawning.
"Fuck!"
I can't help but giggle. "You're quite the sight, little Romeo."
The bus comes to a halt, stirring the others awake.
I draw back the curtain, taking in the sight of the tall hotel where we'll spend the night. I've been here before; the familiarity is comforting.
"Nice makeup, Romeo," someone teases, snapping me back to reality.
I stifle my laughter as I turn to face him, his eyes blazing with indignation.
"You'll regret this, little Juliet," Romeo declares, his attempt to wipe away the makeup with his shirt only smearing it further.
"Here," I say, offering him a makeup remover with a mischievous grin.
Guilt mingles with amusement as I make a beeline for Julissa, hoping to avoid any of Romeo's potential antics in our secluded corner.
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Romeo and Juliet
HumorSHORT CHAPTERS ------ He rips my phone from my hand again and puts it behind him. "Tell me how it works then." "We have to kiss." He looks at me for a few seconds, then grins. I recognize that smile. He's thinking of something mischievous. "A kiss?"...
