My Beautiful Chaos

Romeo and Juliet 2.0

I was seven-years old when my parents took me to a fancy dinner party along with their business associates. They stuffed me in a poofy pink affair of a dress, pulled my dark brown hair into pigtails and forced me to sit in utter boredom while old men and women in stuffy clothes gave long, boring speeches.

We were sitting in the big ballroom, listening to a bearded old men when I looked out at the garden where I saw some kids playing. I looked over at my mom with pleading eyes and she smiled when she saw the kids running outside. She smiled and ushered me out with a warning that I don't go too far.

I was so excited to be able to play in the huge garden with the pretty flowers, so I ran to the first rose bush I saw and started picking the roses that looked the prettiest to me.

"You really shouldn't touch those," I heard a voice say from behind me. I swiveled around and looked up into the face of a boy who looked to be around my age. His brown hair was slicked back and pulled away from his face. He was dressed in a little suit that looked expensive, but also pretty uncomfortable.

"Hi," I greeted shyly, not being used to other kids.

He seemed just as shy as he looked down at his shoes, a slight blush colouring his cheeks,

"H-Hey,"

"I'm Valentina, what's your name?"

"Brandston Archibald, but everyone calls me Brady,"

"I like your name," I mentioned, trying to get him to smile. He nodded and gestured towards the rose bush,

"You shouldn't touch the roses, they'll scold you,"

I cocked my head to the side, looking at him curiously,

"Scold? Who will scold me?"

"The people who work here, we should maybe move away from here,"

I smiled at him and took his hand, pulling him with me as I ran through the garden,

"Well, come on then, let's go play hide and seek, or tag, or anything you want,"

Brady followed me and we started to play an intense game of tag. I had finally caught up to him, after a long time of playing, I grabbed his arm and we both lost our balance, rolling around on the grass and laughing at our game.

We came to a stop and sat up on our knees facing each other,

"You're fun, I like you," Brady said and immediately blushed, looking away from me. I smiled and lifted his chin with my chubby little fingers,

"I like you too, you're a lot more fun than my boring baby brother,"

He smiled at me and helped me up on my feet, we headed back to the building where we left our parents, joking around and shoving each other playfully when suddenly a large hand gripped my forearm and another hand grabbed Brady's shoulder.

"Get your filthy son away from my daughter!" I heard my dad yell from above me at the well-dressed man who was holding onto Brady's shoulder.

"Get your little brat away from my son!" The man yelled back. They glared at each other before my dad started dragging me away. I looked back over my shoulder at Brady, he was also being pulled away by his dad and looking back at me. I held a hand up and waved at him, he did the same and disappeared from my sight as my dad kept dragging me towards our car.

The moment we made it home, my dad started telling me about how Brady and his family, the Archibald's, were bad people and that I should stay away from them. It didn't make sense to me, Brady was so sweet, and shy, and kind, but I was young and I never questioned anything my father said. He was right about everything, so he had to be right about Brady and his family too.