Who Needs Romeo?

Chapter Three

Romeo P.O.V

Today was my release date. I was going to go and live with a foster family, whom I've never met. Not saying I'm bothered by that though. I don't understand what happened. One minute I've finally worked up the nerve and jumped to my death, then I wake up in a hospital. How the heck did I get here? Why did God hate me so much? I really never have understood what I did to deserve everything that's happened to me. Maybe I crucified Jesus or assassinated Lincoln in another life. I could totally see myself as John Wilkes Booth. I'd look pretty cool with a mustache. maybe I should try to grow one out instead of shaving it. I could even twirl it evilly. It's really a great thought isn't it? Oh god, I'm really strange. wait why am I talking to myself? I wonder if I have schizophrenia? Is it normal to talk to yourself. if not I still really don't care. If anything it should be a helpful thing. Maybe I'll think a demon or something is chasing me and I will fall of a cliff. That would be nice.

"Sir, are you listening to me?" an older nurse asked me.

"Umhmm," I grunt not in the mood to verbally respond.

She snapped back at me with a fire someone as old as her really shouldn't have, "I said you need to go to the front desk. There tell the receptionist your name. She will direct you to your family. Now would you mind using the door to your left to exit this room so I can clean?"

Wow someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It's not my fault she should have retired 30 years ago. Whatever, I'm not in the mood to deal with a grumpy old lady so I simply walk out of the room. I decide just to visit the receptionist right away. Let's just get this over with. But when I reach the main office I wasn't the only patient in there. That's strange. Usually when I was in a hospital it seemed as though all anyone did was lay in bed and whine. There was never anyone in the halls either. I sometimes liked to imagine it was the zombie apocalypse since it was so empty. For the second time that day my thoughts were broken.

"How can I help you?" an old lady asked from behind the desk. Why are all the employees in this hospital old? I wonder if they had ever admitted themselves?

"I'm here to find my aunt," the girl next to me answered. If I could think girls were pretty she would definetly qualify. At only around 5' 4" she was a foot shorter than me giving her an innocent pixie like appearance. She had really light blonde hair. Her eyes were an odd shade of blue, somewhere between sky blue and white with dark purple flecks scattered around the irises. The blue was such a unique color. Almost the color of a robin's egg. Without the speckles of course. Those instead were spread all over her face. The freckles were very noticeable against her pale complexion. Her nose was long and thin sloping up slightly at the end. All her features were beautiful, but her eyes? They were enchanting. However I could never think these type of things. Because if I thought a girl was pretty it could potentially turn into a crush, which could turn to love and that could never happen. I noticed something else about her. She was wearing a T-shirt with ponies and fairies on it. I'm assuming that was the only shirt the hospital had. Unless she had a fetish for pink sparkly fairies. You never know though.... I understand how it feels to get stuck in childish clothes. Did the nurses really think I would like a shirt with the Hot Wheels logo on it? Really I wasn't 7.

"What about you sweetie?" The receptionist broke me from my thoughts again. At least this old lady seemed nicer.

"I need to find my family too," I probably sounded bitter but I didn't care. I don't want to have a family. It was just more people to hurt me.

"Names?" the receptionist asked still sounding way to cheerful.

"Juliet Cupid Valentine," her high soprano voice sounded almost..... broken?

" My name is Romeo Darcy Love," I replied as politely as I could.

The girl, Juliet, glared at me.

"Do. Not. Mock. Me," she snapped at me. She was definetly British. I wonder where she was from? It sounded so funny when she was mad. Why was she mad again? Oh right.....

"I'm nawt mowking you." I attempted to sound British. I think it was pretty good.

"Oh please, you sound like a little girl who is talking with her mouth full. And that is rude," she snapped. For such a small girl she definetly had a large mouth. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as I had first thought.

"Didn't your mother teach you to be seen not heard?" That seemed to strike a nerve.

"You will not bring my mother into this," her voice was dripping with fake sweetness.

"Children! Romeo and Juliet! I will not tolerate arguing!" Mrs. Receptionist Lady screamed at us. After we became quiet. She continued to read something off the screen of her computer.

"Juliet go to the south entrance and find a lady named Stella Sparrows. Romeo you need to find a man named Steve O'Neill he should be at the south entrance too."

We silently walked to the correct door. Inside were two adults and a little girl. Her eyes lit up with excitement when she saw us.

"Juwiet! I'm soooow excited! oh my gawd! Juwiet Juwiet!!" Oh god it's so hard to understand little kids. Then her eyes landed on me while the adults watched in amusement.

"Are youw Romeow?" I nodded apprehensively.

" Oh my Gawd! You're my brother! I can't wait to pway with you and Juwiet everyday!"

Wait what.....

Juliet's P.O.V

They were kidding me right? There was no bloody way I was going to live with this guy I didn't know. Heck I didn't really know anyone I was moving in with. My aunt was still talking but I was trying to block her out. Until she said something that caught my attention.

"We knew we had to foster both of you! Think of how cute it is! Romeo and Juliet. It is just so cute!"

"Aunty Stella you do realize that both Romeo and Juliet end up committing suicide, right?" I ask bitterness dripping from my voice. I couldn't help but be cruel though. All figures of authority I've even known have only hurt me.

"Juliet, I think you're mistaken. in the story Juliet is a princess who saves China. Then out of jealousy her evil step mother poisoned an apple and fed it to her. Then she fell into a deep slumber for 100 years. then her true love, Romeo, kisses her she wakes up. They get married, have a happily ever after. And voliá Romeo and Juliet!"

I could hear Uncle Steve chuckling under his breath. Even Mr. Rude, Romeo's new name, had a slight smile. By slight I mean almost not noticeable, like microscopic. But it was there... Just barely.

"Aunty Stella I think you really need to check your facts. I do have a question though. Where will Romeo and I sleep you don't have enough rooms?"

"Oh we forgot to tell you! Stevey sweetie, why don't you tell them?"

"Oh..... Umm.......we're umm.... moving" he said awkwardly. They were joking. With all these unwanted surprises you'd think it was April Fools Day. In fact if it wasn't early June I would be convinced. But unfortunately this was all true.

"Where are we moving to?" I swear if they say somewhere outside of England I will freak. I've lived there forever. My aunt and uncle both live here during spring but rest of the year they live in the United States.... Which is the absolute last place I would like to live. I'm actually in the states now. I hate it. Everyone talks so.... weird.

"Sweetie Pie!! we're moving to Canada!! Isn't that amazing?!" Aunty Stella squeals.

Oh my gosh... no why would I be excited?