Pretty self explanatory from the title, this is a Romeo and Juliet crossover. I won't be writing in Shakespearean English either, but it is based on the actual dialogue in the play.
These are the characters, as I'm not sure if it's obvious or not:
Tybalt (Capulet) - Montparnasse
Juliet (Capulet) - Eponine
Romeo (Montague) - Enjolras
Mercutio (Montague) - Grantaire
Benvolio (Montague) - Combeferre
Montparnasse was on the warpath. Enjolras had crossed the line. He had destroyed his reputation and it would cost him his life.
"Gentlemen," he smirked as he walked over to Grantaire and Combeferre, "May I have a word with one of you?"
"Why just a word?" Grantaire laughed, "Why not a word and a blow?"
"Carry on like that and I will." Montparnasse threatened through gritted teeth, stepping towards the drunk menacingly.
"Then I will continue!"
"Look, we are out in the open here." Combeferre said, stepping between the two boys, "Everyone can see us here. Either go somewhere deserted or forget the whole thing."
"No. I want everyone to watch." Grantaire refused.
"Hey, Grantaire! Combeferre!" called a voice. Enjolras was walking towards them and immediately Grantaire smiled.
"Well, boys, I will leave you alone." said Montparnasse, "He's the one I want."
"Oh, he'll fight you! No, doubt about it! And he will win!" Grantaire said.
"Enjolras," smirked Montparnasse when the blonde reached them, "The hate I feel for you is so strong I can't explain it, apart from one word. You're a villain."
"Oh, Montparnasse, I cannot hate you. I am not a villain, so goodbye. You do not know me at all." Enjolras replied calmly.
"How childish. Do you think I'm going to forgive you like that? Draw your sword." Montparnasse persisted.
"I will not. I can't hate you. Now, good Capulet, I bid you farewell." Enjolras countered.
"What! Enjolras, do you not care about your family's honour?" cried Grantaire, drawing his sword, "Montparnasse, will you fight me instead?"
"What so you want with me?" Montparnasse asked.
"Your life." Grantaire grinned.
"Bring it on." Montparnasse drew his sword.
"No, Grantaire, I can't let you do this." Enjolras protested.
"Come, 'Parnasse. Show me what you've got." said Grantaire, ignoring Enjolras and the hurt look in his face.
The two boys began to fight, attacking and blocking the other.
"Combeferre, beat down their swords with me!" Enjolras stood between the fighting boys, "Stop, this is ridiculous! We have been strictly forbidden to fight on the streets of Verona, so stop!"
During this speech, Montparnasse seized his opportunity and stabbed Grantaire under Enjolras' arm. He then fled, before either of the other boys could turn on him.
"Curse both your houses! I am dead. And Montparnasse has escaped unscathed!" Grantaire cried, falling to the floor and placing a hand over his injury.
"Grantaire! You're hurt!" gasped Combeferre, running over to his friend.
"Yes. It's not deep, but it's enough." Grantaire winced.
"No. No, you can't be that injured, you can't be!" Enjolras cried, joining Combeferre at Grantaire's side.
"It's not very deep... But it's deep enough..." Grantaire explained through deep breaths, "Do not look for me tomorrow, I will be a grave man. Curse both your houses! What honour is it to kill a man? Enjolras, why did you come between us? He stabbed me under your arm."
"I thought it was the right thing to do." Enjolras whispered, tears running down his face, "Grantaire, you can't die. I love you, Grantaire, please don't leave me."
"What about Eponine?" Grantaire frowned.
"I thought I loved her but I don't, I love you."
"Oh, Enjolras. I love you too." Grantaire managed to get out, before his body became limp in Combeferre's arms.
"Grantaire! Grantaire, no, come on! Grantaire!" Combeferre bellowed, shaking Grantaire's lifeless form.
Enjolras let out a loud sob before collapsing to the ground.
I'M SO SORRY, I'M AN AWFUL PERSON, I'VE MADE MYSELF CRY WRITING THIS!!!!
Anyway, thank you guys so much for reading this, if anyone has any suggestions, please leave them in the comments. I'm gonna go cry some more now, byeeeeee!
