*Mercutio POV*

The final bell rings, and I rush out of the classroom. Romeo follows closely at my heels.

"Do you think Rosaline will actually be there? I mean, I know she said that she would, but what if she doesn't show up? That'll be like, the end of the world!" Romeo cries, his chin dipping down.

"Relax, she'll be there, calm down you worry wart," I tell him, smacking his arm. Romeo sighs.

"I guess you're right, I'm just so nervous," He confesses, taking a shaky breath and laughing ruefully.

I smile at him, knowing full well that Rosaline won't be at the party. But, that won't be a problem. I have a plan.

(Time-skip to them right before heading to the party!)

Romeo tugs at his brown leather jacket.

"Do I have to wear this? It doesn't feel like me! What if Rosaline doesn't recognize me? What if she-"

"Shut up," I interrupt him. Romeo falls silent. I grab my keys off of their hook, and pull open the front door. Romeo trails behind me, closing the door.

"We're bringing you to this party to have a good time, not to have a panic attack," I remind him. He nods, and steps inside.

Soon, we're pulling up near the hous. A heavy bass beat thumps it's way outside, and I open my door.
Undoing my seatbelt, I slide off the front seat, and pull the keys in the ignition. Romeo doesn't move.

"Oi, get out ya slowpoke, we don't have all day!" I yell, turning towards him. His eyes are fixated on the porch. I glance over there, puzzled. His eyes are trailed on a girl who's sitting on the railing, scrolling through her phone.

She's beautiful, her dirty blonde hair shining under the yellow porch lights. The sight of her makes the breath catch in my throat. I shake my thoughts away, and walk to the other side of the car.

"Hey, bro. Staring is rude, c'mon! Get up," I say, pulling Romeo from the car and kicking the door shut.

He pushes me off him, and walks inside. I follow, stopping at the doorway for a moment to glance at the girl. She seems content just sitting outside, although I can't really be sure. I smile to myself and shut the door behind me.

Inside, music blares. Benvolio marches out from the kitchen, cups in both hands. He spots me, and trots over. Romeo is waiting by the stairs, and Benvolio pulls him along on his way over to me.

"Mercutio, so glad you came! Long Island Iced Tea?" Benvolio asks, gesturing to the drinks in his hand. I shake my head.

"I'm driving, besides, my parents don't like me drunk," I respond, waving the drink off.

"Sounds good, Romeo? Do you wan-" Romeo grabs the drink from Benvolio's hand and chugs it.

"Okay, uh, never mind. I'll just go...and get another one of these for you. Take it easy there pal," Benvolio mutters, taking the now empty cup and tossing it into the trash.

"Romeo! What the hell was that?" I hiss, turning towards my friend. He shrugs.

"I needed to calm down. Think they have weed?" He says, scanning the room like there's going to be some just lying around. I wouldn't doubt it, especially at these types of parties.

"You just downed like four shots, and you're gonna get high? No!" I reprimand, pulling him outside. I plop him on the porch swing. The girl is still outside, and this time she looks up at us.

"You're going to sit here while I get you a bunch of water. Stay put," I order, waltzing through the door to the kitchen. Among the stacks of beer cans and tequila bottles I find a pile of mini water bottles. I grab three and return to the porch.

I turn my gaze towards the porch swing, but Romeo has left. The railing is empty too.

"Ahhh! I leave him alone for thirty seconds and he goes traipsing off with a girl!" I huff, setting the water bottles on the railing. My phone buzzes, and I pull it out of my pocket, hoping for a clue as to where my friend has gone.

Dickwad: I went out with a girl. Her name's Juliet and she's the most amazing person I've ever met.

Helpful. I think. At least I know that he wasn't murdered, although now I'll be stuck waiting for him. I tap out a response.

Mercutio: Be nice to her asshole. And drink some water.

My phone vibrates again.

Dickwad: Yeah, don't worry. I know how to take care of myself!

I put my phone back into my jeans, and grab the waters. There's no sense wasting them. I twist the cap off one, and take a sip when I hear a voice.

"Jesus, that's a lot of water. Are you diabetic or something?"

I turn towards the source of the voice. There's a person leaning against the screen porch, eyebrow cocked and a smirk on their lips.

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A/N: Chapter Two done! I'm feeling pretty inspired right now, so I'm milking this for all it'll give me!

Thanks for reading!

Until next time humans.