Runaways: A Romeo & Juliet Story

Chapter 6

"They said it wouldn't last

We had to prove them wrong

Cause I've learned in the past

That love would never do without you"

- Love Will Never Do (Without You) by Janet Jackson

JULIET

The motel is predictably gross. Romeo doesn't seem fazed which makes me think he spends his time in seedy places regularly. I find that sexy and then I feel bad that I find that sexy. That's what got me here isn't it? Finding him so sexy and wanting him to teach me everything but somehow always acting like I'm a little ahead of it. I want to impress him. Why? We're the same age but he's so worldly and experienced.

He walks into the room with a bucket of ice and a bag from the motel's general store. He holds up some hair dye and a pair of scissors.

"Lysander said we looked like the two kids on the news. So let's change that."

"We're going blonde?" I ask, taking the box of dye from his hand.

"Yeah. And I'm gonna cut my hair a bit."

"But I love your hair." I say running my hands through his hair.

"I'll grow it back for you. I promise."

"You better." I say, kissing him.

We stand side by side in the bathroom with hair dye sitting on our heads. Waiting. He's shirtless and I'm just in my bra and stockings.

"The Montague property is much nicer than this. I promise. We just have to get through one night here."

"Okay, so you are grossed out by this place!"

"Yes, I'm a little rich boy. I grew up like you. I'm used to the finer things." I laugh.

"I thought maybe you spent some time in motels like this?"

"Motels? No. I only take my dates to five-star hotels." he teases.

He pulls me closer by my stockings. He kisses me, careful not to get any dye on each other.

"Will you cut my hair?" he asks.

"You trust me?"

"Absolutely."

We rinse the dye out of each other's hair in the sink. Then we get into the shower together and shampoo each other's hair. Not once do we touch each other for anything other than shampooing. We both want to. We both keep looking at each other smiling as we wash our own bodies, knowing how badly we want to touch each other. It's a game we just started playing knowing the moment we've been thinking about is close.

We get out of the shower and each towel off facing each other. Really seeing everything clearly. Smiling. Blushing.

He sits on the edge of the bathtub with just a towel on. I stand in front of him in my towel while holding a pair of scissors.

"What kinda look are we going for? Mullet?" I ask.

"No!"

"Bowl cut?"

"Don't you dare."

"Tell me."

"Do something you can stand to look at everyday when you wake up."