Bromeo and Juuliet || #writewithzo

Bromeo and Juuliet

The party was raging.

Romeo Carson smiled to himself as he watched her dance with their friends. His e-cigarette was in his pocket, but he didn't retrieve it.

Juul Lund was enough to keep him distracted.

"Stop smiling like that," Another girl spoke, standing next to him. "You look like a creepy pedophile."

Romeo frowned at his cousin, insulted. "I'm not creepy."

The new principal's daughter just smirked at him.

"Nor am I a pedophile," he added, glaring at her. "Shouldn't you be a good hostess and monitor the party?"

"The party can take care of itself. You, on the other hand, have done nothing ever since Rosali dumped you," the red-haired girl said. "It's been ages. Just confess to Juul already!"

Romeo groaned. "Mona, it's complicated."

"God, Romeo, you're just like Maria," Mona huffed. "Cowards. No wonder you guys are still single."

"Where is your sister, anyway?" Romeo asked, ignoring the rest of her words.

"She's at a sleepover," Mona said dismissively. "Now back to my point: you like Juul. You're both single. Nothing's stopping you. So what's the matter?"

"It's Rosali," he muttered. "I can't just confess to Juul after dating her cousin."

"Why not? We know Rosali won't mind— she's over there sucking face with her girlfriend right now."

Romeo cringed. Sometimes, he inwardly wondered if he was the reason why Rosali became a lesbian.

Did that make him self-centered?

Probably.

"That's it," Mona grumbled, then shouted. "Yo, Juul!"

What was she doing?

"You're confessing, and that's final." Turning to Romeo, Mona pulled a key from her pocket and palmed it to him. "Go to the balcony."

"What— "

Juul finally reached them. "What's up?" Her voice was music to Romeo's ears.

Mona smiled. "Romeo wants to tell you something." Then she nudged Romeo.

Hard.

"Juul..." Romeo gulped. "Do you want to go to the balcony?"

"Sure," Juul said. Mona left, smirking.

That was why, as they climbed the stairs, Romeo was internally murdering Mona.

When they reached the balcony, Romeo scrambled to unlock the doors, and awkwardly said, "After you, Juuliet."

Juul looked amused. "Thanks, Bromeo," she teased and passed through the open doors.

Romeo froze at her words.

She called me Bromeo.

As in, bro.

BRO!

Did Juul just... bro-zone me?!

I think she did.

Bro.

Romeo unsteadily followed Juul out to the balcony, internally panicking. How was he going to confess now?

"Romeo, you okay?" The blonde sounded concerned. "You look pale."

"I'm fine," he answered weakly.

Taking out his e-cigarette to calm himself, Romeo recalled what he had first told Juul.

"You know Juul, there's another thing you have in common with a Juul."

"And what's that?"

He had grinned, showing her the vaping device. "You're both smokin'."

She had rolled her eyes playfully. "Like I've never heard that before."

That had been the start of their friendship.

But he'd always wanted more.

He took a deep breath, suddenly determined.

"Juul."

"Yes?"

Another breath.

"...I like you."

Juul smiled.