Romeo and Juliet. What were they? Lovers? Desperate for love? Or just desperate for a fictional ideology? Shakespeare hadn't lived long enough to tell the tale, though I am pretty sure literature like this would have been written in the midst of a drunk evening while thinking of a significant other in your bed, who will eventually dump you over a petty breakfast at five in the morning the next day.

So why had I sat here contemplating over whether I should even continue this assignment? I couldn't analyze something I didn't believe in. I sigh slamming my forehead against my laptop screen. "This is pointless" I mutter getting off my desk, deciding I could work on it tomorrow morning with a cup of coffee in the local library that I work for on weekends.

Though I tired really hard not to let it hassle me, my earlier fight with Connor had left me a bit distraught. Nevertheless, he ought to not expect an apology from me. Because clearly it was all his fault, for not having been mature about my responsibilities. So theoretically, he should be apologizing to me.

I shook my thoughts, not wanting to ruin my busy evening with a bunch of conspiracy theories, it was just a small couple's fight-no biggie. Pep rally was in two days, so I could mope all I want after it, but now I would need to give Mindy a call, and see if we can arrange those posters for Monday morning.

My hands ruffled through my hair giving my troubled head a little soothing before I headed to the bathroom, for a quick break. I'd worn simply as pajamas. One side effect of my pills, included a series of heat waves at night. I particularly wasn't a fond of them. And so, I'd dressed with ease so not even a heat wave couldn't bother me as I wear a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top.

Thump!

I was startled with the certain clatter.

Thump!

Thump!

I quickly had spun on my feet choosing to look over to where such noise came from. Though the nose was pretty aggravating, it didn't seem to becoming from any part of my room. Desks were still, bed was motionless, and my window-

Someone had been throwing pebbles against my window. With every clack, I'd seen my window transitioning towards shattered glass. Infuriated with whoever was trying to bother me at eight in the evening, I stuck my head against the window.

It was now just me, staring at a blank window. The pebbles had suddenly stopped, and it had gone hushed. Not a moment later I'd seen him tumbling his way towards the light that had come from behind my curtains. Gazing towards my house. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and his hair had looked like he'd walked straight out of a tornado if there was one word that could describe this moment it would be, perplexed. He soon motioned his feet towardsthe garden, where he found me starting at him, in loath.

He was looking directly at me with a blank face. It felt almost awkward; since my window had still been closed whether he said anything I wouldn't be able to catch it. He smiled before opening his mouth to say a word. Me wondering what on earth he was doing, stood gazing at a mute Jaxon.

I sighed, hoping he'd just give up, proving I was indeed not interested in his charades game. But worry began to build in me as he again reached for a pebble to pitch against my window. "Hell no" I muttered, sliding my frame open.

"Jaxon!" I whisper yelled, the moment the cold breeze of a Friday evening hit my naked face.

Jaxon lowered his rock, and felt relieved as I'd given in. Clearly, he didn't know that my window had no insurance. Not that he would have any problem cashing out for it. Which I have no problem in making him do.

"Hey Sadie!" He whispers back drawing me insane. I had planned to throw a bunch of words against his brain that doesn't seem to understand the difference between when is an appropriate time to talk to someone and when its not. And it's not that I even want to talk.

Yet I don't suppose my mother would be much fond of hearing complaints from the neighbors of her mad child that has been name shaming their son through her window. So, I gave him my signature forced wide smile, before slamming my window shut and winding up my curtains. He doesn't really expect me to stand out in the cold at 8pm to hear his sanity sabbatical.

I inhaled deeply, and walked away from the window, before I wake up the parents. Looking over to my room, I walked back over to my desk remembering the assignment I had left to be done tomorrow. I decided to open the laptop and cut out the procrastination.

Line one: Love is dumb.

I'd erased it. I couldn't start off in such way-

Thump!

I think I had heard a nerve pop in my head. He thought this was funny, but clearly, he's still seven when we're seventeen. I'd decided that Jaxon was indeed looking for a piece of my mind, and I would have to handle things my own way, because ignoring him is obviously not working.

I stood up from my chair with haste and walked over to my closet grabbing my black silk gown, and had stormed out of my room tip toeing downstairs. He sure does thing I have a lot of time to spare.

"Stupid Jaxon" I muttered reaching the living room. I paced to the front door, and slowly opened the gates with ease, holding onto my furious glare. I crisp of wind slapped my face, before my eyes could sense his appearance. He waved over to me, and left the door slightly open before walking over to Jaxon.

"Listen-

"Have you lost your mind?!" I exclaimed with rage. Up-close Jaxon seemed more tense. His grey eyes had gone dull, and his brown stash of hair was all over the place. His lips had formed a thin line processing my words. Though he looked as if he had his cool, I'd thought maybe our dreadful evenings weren't that far apart.

"Okay well, good evening to you too" He rolls his eyes as if completely offended.

I blinked my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him. "No seriously, Jaxon. What are you doing here?" I try pushing for answer, but he'd been dozed off in his own world, finding it hard to communicate to the girl he'd thrown pebbles at her window and haled all the way outside.

I wrapped my arms around myself, adapting to the shiver. "Jaxon, answer me" I firmly questioned shoving my fingers against his torso. He shoved it away, giving me mixed signals. He'd asked me to come, but suddenly can't tell me why?

"Well you sure are quiet for someone who was just throwing rocks at my house" I huffed deciding to turn around and get back inside.

"I need more advice" I heard him say. I didn't turn around. I had stopped my motion, and huffed. "Yeah? Anything else you want to say?" I questioned hoping he'd mention the earlier incident and apologize.

"Yeah actually I do. I was thinking we could get some icecream?" He questions, and suddenly I had been annoyed again. I turned around walking back towards him, until I had reached his face and we'd only been meters apart.

"Have you completely lost your mind Jaxon? Its eight in the evening and everyone's asleep, but you threw pebbles against my window so you can have some ice-cream?" I whispered sending tense emotions into Jaxon. He sighed, "Yes. I don't see the problem." He says with squinted eyes.

"Uhg. You're impossible, and annoying" I groaned, squeezing my arms a little tighter feeling a bit colder.

"So, you're going to let me go alone? I could get kidnapped?" He questions pouting a lip with a raised eyebrow. "You point? If anything it's a blessing, stop complaining" I taunt trying to lure him back to where he'd come from.

"I am truly offended Sadie." He mentions faking a hurt look as he wallows his hand against his chest. I roll my eyes at his acting, and prepare to run for it, because clearly, he won't.

"By the way, the advice you gave me a few days ago, it's working" He mentions slowly into the conversation thinking he could swoop up whatever he wanted at whatever time he wanted. I scoffed. "Well of course it is, it's my advice" I remind him. What he expected when he was asking me for help? I wasn't some random, average person with no experience in life giving people social advice. He'd completely underestimated, me and maybe I'd overestimated him. He didn't know me at all.

Rolling his eyes, he decides to continue. "And I need more of it"

"My advice is not for free you know. I'd felt bad for you the first time, but I sure as hell am not anymore" I shrugged with knitted eyebrows.

"Come on" He pleads, taking both my hands. I laughed, swatting both his hands off my gown. "I'm done helping you Jaxon. It's not like this is helping me in anyway" I muttered.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do in exchange?" he raises an idea, and I think about it. What on earth would Jaxon Mills do to help me? Yet then I had remembered it, Romeo and Juliet. It was a smart idea, I'd been overloaded with tasks concerning the pep rally, it could be like a weight lifter. And Jaxon had a thing for poetry and old-fashioned literature anyways. It would be perfect. I'd throw off one task onto his back and off of mine which made my life easier, and made him less guilty, which I could really care less about.

"Well there is one thing you could do..." I thought I tapped my chin hesitating over whether it was a good idea to let such a delinquent mess around with my graded papers. He motioned me to go on.

"Say Jaxon, what about I give you all the advice you need and in exchange you can do my AP English assignment on Romeo and Juliet, obviously writing it the exact way I want it to be" I suggest earning a grin from him. Don't get me wrong I don't wish him to frown, yet I had been awfully disturbed. "Yes. Okay, great! That would be perfect!" He smiles cheerfully, coming over to give me a hug. I smiled friendly distancing myself, not on that stage to give him a hug.

"Wow, I'm going to be doing Sadie Princeton's homework" He mocks laughing. I taunt at his laugh and scoff. "Save the ego, I only asked you because my hands are full, and you don't really have a life" I shrugged, trying to decrease his enthusiasm, and the thought that I was asking him for help. To begin with I didn't need help, but so forth if I had asked anyone, Jaxon wouldn't be the one I'd potentially asked first.

Understanding so, he'd back off slowly feeling flustered.

"Please don't make it corny. Talk as if you're a heartless, person that doesn't believe in love" I order him, and he nods in agreement. "Definitely, I will make it sound like a total hopeless romantic teenage girl" He laughs, and I shoot him a glare.

"Watch it Jaxon" I warn and he nods.

Suddenly a wave of silence erupted, and it seems to happen quite often with the both of us. Which I was getting really tired off.

"So..." He began. "So?" I Mocked irritated.

"About the ice-cream" He grins innocently, earning a shove from me.

"Are you actually serious about it?" I warn with a slight glare, making him chuckle. "Well yes. I want ice-cream. I like it" He defends and I sigh.

"Well I want to sleep, and I like it, but we can't always have everything "I say referring to how he'd rather cracked my slumber, literally and figuratively.

He knitted his eyebrows for a moment and thought to himself before and suddenly realized something.

"You can sleep in the car?"

I laughed. "Are you kidding me? You want me to sleep in your car instead of my canapé bed because you want some ice-cream?" I blurt out complexly fumed by his low thought process. It's as if he doesn't think of the vital think humans need to survive, and ice-cream at eight in the evening wasn't one of them.

"Well I could also bring you back in thirty minutes." He suggests, pleading for me to join him for ice-cream at such a cold hour. I was definitely confused to the core, but what gives?

If I go, I will lose thirty minutes of very important slumber time, and my brain functionality will decline the morning after making my ability to look my best and so my best very low. But simultaneously, the thought if ice-cream, was pleasing.

I was not allowed to have ice-cream, unless it was low carb and sugar. Which tasted horribly bland.

"Give me a minute. Let me get a blanket"

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