"What's going on with you?"

Rosemary jumped in surprise at the question. Russell granted her curious and worried looks as he folded his arms over his chest. Rosemary shifted uncomfortably in her seat with a deep sigh.

"What do you mean?" she mumbled.

"You're too quiet," Russell said. "You always have something to say. What's up?"

"Tired," Rosemary lied.

It was a fine, sunny day at the park. Rosemary watched the children play, watched them swing, slide, and dangle off the monkey bars. Her head was laid on Russell's shoulder, while his arm was around her waist. His fingers were tangled and playing with her black hair absentmindedly as he watched her with concern written all over his face.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said softly.

Rosemary forced on a smile. "I know," she replied. "But really, baby, I'm fine. I was on my feet most of the day at the shop thanks to Carol."

"Food or clothes?"

"Mostly food."

"Surprise, surprise."

Rosemary giggled. She lifted her head off of Russell's shoulder to face him. Her sparkling, green and silver-like eyes was boring into his warm, cinnamon-brown ones. His curly mahogany hair swished from side to side due to the gentle summer wind that blew past them. Beautiful.

"How 'bout this?" he said. "We go back to your apartment to get some pajamas, and then we can go back to mine for the rest of the night. What d'you say?" He wiggled his eyebrows at Rosemary.

A light blush crept up to her pink cheeks. She thoughtfully stared at Russell for a good few minutes, before nodding vigorously. "I say what the hell!" she exclaimed eagerly.

"Then what the hell it is," Russell winked fondly at her.

The couple stood up and walked, making their way out of the park hand-in-hand. They cracked jokes the whole time, making each other dissolve into fits of uncontrollable laughter. It made Rosemary's insides jump with joy. God, she loved Russell's laugh. She could listen to it all day, as if she was listening to music. It sounded like birds tweeting their small songs. Small, but sweet.

He was a beautiful soul. Beautiful, kind, charming, funny. He was warm and welcoming. Weird and adorable. Loving and caring. He could make Rosemary's heart flutter, throb, and melt. Everything Rosemary could ask for in a man.

So why is it that every moment she was with him, all she could think of was Davy Jones?

She was torn away from her thoughts when Russell said, "Is that smoke?"

Rosemary glanced up. Sure enough, thick puffs of black smoke swirled in the clear, blue, cloudless sky. Rosemary tilted her head in confusion. She heard screams and cries of fright not too far away from where she and Russell stood.

The couple released each other's hands and sprinted down the street, the screams becoming louder with every step they took. Rosemary started to grow nervous. She and Russell had been gaining closer to her apartment, and it seemed that they were still going in that exact direction.

They stopped in their tracks and stared in horror at the sight.

***

"Get in!" Davy said through chattering teeth.

Rosemary didn't need telling twice. She dashed inside the quiet, empty library and shivered, her body visibly shaking. It was freezing outside. Winter has arrived. The snow floated down the lightly grey shaded sky in swarms and gently landed on the cobblestone, creating a pure white blanket draping over the ground. The winter breeze was icy cold and harsh. The leaves on the trees had vanished, leaving the branches to pile up with snow. There was a small blizzard outside that day, to which Davy and Rosemary had tried avoiding.

"How long are we staying in here?" Rosemary asked.

"Um... I don't know," Davy shrugged. "Maybe until the blizzard dies down a bit."

"But that could take hours!" Rosemary groaned. "Isn't there a phone around here somewhere?"

"There's a pay phone over there," Davy nodded to a pay phone about ten feet from where they stood. "Do you have any change?"

"Do you?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine. Yeah, I do."

"Good, 'cause I don't have any."

Rosemary rolled her eyes at him. She dug into her pocket and pulled out some change. "This is all I have," she said.

"It should be enough," Davy replied.

He took the money from her and approached the pay phone. He pushed the change into the little slot and dialled.

"Who're you calling?" Rosemary asked behind him.

"Cameron," Davy responded. "He can come pick us up. If he answers, that is."

He held the receiver up to his ear and waited as the first ring emitted. Then the second. Third.

"Hello?"

"Cameron! It's Davy!"

"Davy!" Cameron's voice exclaimed at the other end of the line. "Mate, you won't believe what just happened to me today!"

"Cam, listen, I don't have time-"

"I was at the store, and I saw Lily there!" Cameron cut Davy off. "You know, my ex. Anyway, she was just giving me this look, like I was from a mental hospital or something."

"Cameron, tell me later! I need you at the-"

"So I was acting all smug around her. She looked disgusted, but it was bloody hilarious! I went up to her and acted like I've never met her before."

"For God's sake, Cam, I need help-"

"She called me an asshole, but I don't care. She's the one who was a complete snob around me when we were together, so it was more like revenge."

"Cam!" Davy said loudly. "Please, mate, I need help right now!"

"Oh," Cameron said sheepishly. "Well, why didn't you say so?"

Davy slapped his forehead. "Honestly," he muttered under his breath. "Look, me and Rosy are at a library right now."

"Is that why the line sucks?" Cameron asked.

"Pay phone," Davy replied. "Look, I don't have much time left. I'm using up all my change-"

"My change," Rosemary coughed.

"Can you pick us up?" Davy asked desperately.

"What?" Cameron said, his voice breaking off.

"Crap. Cam, listen carefully, ok?" Davy said, speaking loudly so Cameron could hear. "Come pick us-"

The line broke off.

"Damn it!" Davy groaned, slamming the phone back into its cradle. He turned back to Rosemary. "Please tell me you have more."

"I-I don't," Rosemary said hopelessly.

Davy sighed exasperatedly. He leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. Rosemary seated herself in front of him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be fine," she assured him. "Besides, it's quite nice in here. It's quiet, peaceful, no one here to bother us."

"And books," Davy smirked.

Rosemary blushed. Davy knew how much she loved to read.

"And books," she agreed.

"At least no one's coming in today," Davy mumbled. "I don't think we're supposed to be in here."

"Probably not," Rosemary grinned humorously. "We're rebels!"

"You? A rebel?" Davy arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up," Rosemary rolled her eyes, which Davy chuckled at. "Alright, well, if you're gonna sit here and sulk, then I'm gonna look for a book to read."

"Go on, then," Davy nodded.

Rosemary stood up and headed towards the shelves stacked with books. She skimmed through the books, examining each of them and struggling to choose one that looked interesting. Then, her eyes locked with one.

Romeo and Juliet.

She pulled it out and flipped it open to the prologue. She read:

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventures piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's ends, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

"I have no idea what you just said," a voice said behind Rosemary.

She jumped in shock and whirled around. Davy stood behind her, leaning against one of the shelves with a cheeky smile. Rosemary flushed a delicate shade of red. She hadn't realized she read it out loud.

"Whatever it was you said, though, it was nice," Davy commented softly.

He went over to Rosemary and peered into the book in her hands. As he read each word carefully to try to understand what it was saying, Rosemary stared at him, resisting the urge to run her trembling fingers through his smooth, dark brown hair. He was just about the same height as her, if not an inch taller. For reasons she'll never know, she quite liked it.

"So," Davy glanced back up at her. "Basically, they're explaining that two lovers killed themselves because they couldn't be together?"

"That's right," Rosemary nodded.

"But that spoils the whole story," Davy frowned.

"This story is really old," Rosemary explained quietly. "I think it's based on a true story. People back in the days when this book was new already knew what happened. So it's not really a spoiler."

"Hm," Davy said thoughtfully. "You really know your Shakespeare stuff."

"I do," Rosemary giggled.

Davy casted one last look at the story before glancing back up at her. His soft, brown orbs bored into her green ones. They were telling her something. She could see it. She didn't dare blink as she tried to make out what his eyes were saying.

Davy answered for her. He brushed his lips against hers gently, to which she responded to without hesitation. It was gentle yet compassionate. It felt so right. So good. So beautiful.

They separated after a few more seconds. Davy smiled.

"How would you feel about being my official girlfriend?" he asked timidly.

Rosemary laughed silently. "Let me think about it for a moment," she teased. When Davy pouted, she chuckled, "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Davy."

The sound of the door to the library suddenly opened and closed. "Who's in here?" a voice called.

"I thought you said no one was coming in today," Rosemary whispered as Davy's eyes widened.

"Shit."

"Boys, where's Davy?"

"Uh... living room."

"Hey, man, go easy on him, ok? He's had a rough day."

Davy slowly sat up on the couch, where he had zoned out and tried to clear his head from everything. Don Kirshner marched into the living room, his stern look clear on his face. Davy sat straighter and tensed up. Don wasn't exactly a pleasant person to have around.

"Jones, I need you down in the studio in an hour," Don instructed. "We're a little behind in recording. We have to finish Valleri."

"Alright," Davy said tiredly.

"Don't be late this time, for my sake," Don said firmly.

"Sure."

Don eyed Davy for a moment, then sighed and left the pad. Peter poked his head into the living room from the staircase with a worried look.

"You ok, Davy?" he asked.

"Fine, Pete," Davy forced on a smile.

"We were just about to have dinner," Peter said softly. "You coming?"

Davy opened his mouth to respond, but then hesitated. Slowly, he shook his head, causing his mop of dark hair to fall to his eyes.

"I'm not hungry," he said.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Davy replied after a short pause. He grinned reassuringly. "Don't worry about me, alright?"

"Who said I was worrying?" Peter said sheepishly.

"You look like a worried mother," Davy chuckled.

"Well," Peter said uncomfortably. "You're not exactly yourself today."

"I'm just tired, mate," Davy assured him.

"If you need to talk to someone or something, I'm here," Peter offered. "So are Mike and Micky."

"Thanks, Pete, but I'm ok," Davy said.

"Well... ok then," Peter said hesitantly.

"Now go eat before your food gets cold," Davy shooed him away.

"Look who's the worried mother now," Peter joked.

"Shut up," Davy chortled.

Peter sent him one last smile before turning and heading towards the kitchen, where Micky and Mike were shoving pork and beans into their mouths. Peter sat down beside Micky, picked up his fork, and slowly ate.

"Where's Davy?" Mike questioned.

"He's not hungry," Peter shrugged.

Mike let out soft, "Oh," in response.

"Is he ok?" Micky asked.

"He's fine," Peter replied. "He said he was, anyway."

"Do you think he is?"

Peter stared at Mike and Micky with knitted eyebrows. He placed his fork back down on his plate, suddenly having no intention in eating.

"No."

This turned out to be longer than I intended XD! By the way, I give myself no credit for the prologue of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I just thought it'd be a nice touch. :)