Tybalt
My eyes go wide. I've never seen someone who looks as good as he does in this moment. Who on earth is he? I've just got to know him, how could I not want to? He looks amazing! Now, how to play this...
Mercutio
I saw him coming, a boy I vaigly recognised. But how? To be fair I know most people in this town so it doesn't surprise me that I do it just, f*ck he is hot.
As he made is way over I started to panic, what if he doesn't like me, what if he was really looking at someone behind me even though I know that there is no one there. The list goes on and on. He finally reached me and I gave him the biggest simle I could muster and skimmed my eyes over his body. I've said this once and I'll say it again, f*ck he's hot.
But, as he starts to talk I realise why I know him, and why I can't get to know him better. He. Is. A. Capulet. What should I do, because I like him and he clearly likes me (at least I'm guessing from the look I'm getting). I hope he realises. I hope he goes away.
Yet, I hope he stays. Let's cause some mischief.
Without any more thought, I pull him into a kiss, hoping he isn't here with another of his kind. That would be awkward. And as much as I hate them, I think I love him.
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Mercutio And Tybalt
FanfictionTybalt and Mercutio. Tybalt Capulet and Mercutio Montague. What were the 2 supposed to do when they fell in love, their families hated eachother and most importantly they most certainly were not gay. But they were in love. They were in love with eac...
