Fix you

(Fractured Fairytale of Romeo and Juliet) When they met, they instantly fell in love. Roman and Julie are star-crossed teens, their love seems to be doomed from the start. From Highschool Rivalries to Controlling Families, at every turn seems to be tragedy. A modern twist on a classic <3


8. Chapter 8 xo



It was getting dark outside. I swiftly climbed up to Julie balcony, careful not to break any thick vines with my weight. Once I reached the top, I swung my body weight over the metal railing and jumped down. I walked towards the glass doors and peered inside. Julie’s bed was messily made, clothes and papers were strewn across the floor and… a figure was curled up in the corner. A loud sob emanated from the body, making my heart wrench.


I swung open the door and rushed in, cradling Julie in my arms. I sighed; finally content, I was where I belonged.


“Roman?” she croaked, hair tangled over her face.


“What’s wrong beautiful?” I murmured, gently pushing her hair away from her eyes. She shook her head and cuddled into me. Her face was tearstained, chocolate eyes glistening.  Even though this was probably a low point for her, she still looked beautiful.  I buried my face into her neck and held her tight. I carried her over to the bed and lay down next to her, with my arms wrapped around her waist. I just wanted to stay like this forever.


“You don’t have to tell me yet if you don’t want to.” I murmured into her ear. “I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you Jules.” She pulled back and smiled weakly, before whispering an I love you into my chest. Whenever I heard those words, it made my stomach feel funny, as if it were full and empty at the same time. It was amazing and different and strange; but I had begun to crave it.


We lay on her bed for hours. My arms were around her as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. I held her tight, trying to soak up her pain and sadness. This girl deserved the world; she deserved to be happy.  I didn’t fill the silence with meaningless words such as “It’s going to be ok” or “don’t worry about it”. People only seemed to say these phrases to halt the tears, as if they were uncomfortable with sadness. I didn’t want to press her for information so I just held her. I think this is what she needed anyway; someone to give her genuine strength instead of a hand full of weak, rosy reassurances.


After her tears had finally stopped, I carefully wiped her face and decided to change the subject, sensing that she didn’t want to talk about it. I knew that she eventually had to tell me, but we had all the time in the world.


“So…” I looked around the messy room with a smirk on my face. “Cute room”


Her lips slightly curled up. “Shut up” she whacked me on the arm. I tried not to laugh at how feather-light her hit was but failed miserably.


“What?” she glared in mock-offence, throat still raspy from her tears.


“I didn’t even feel that” I teased


“Oh so you’re a big manly-man now right?” she teased back with a small smile. I mentally cheered; she was finally smiling.


“Of course” I winked at her causing her to blush attractively. She pouted and shoved me, causing me to laugh once again.


“You’re so scary” I sarcastically chuckled. She laughed aswell and swung her legs over my body, straddling my torso. I audibly gulped as I looked up at her, she was so beautiful. She lightly trailed kisses up my neck, making my body feel as if it were on fire. I let out a low groan as her lips brushed my ear.


“Are you scared yet?” she seductively murmured


“Terrified” I gasped breathlessly. She giggled smugly and slid off my body. It was my turn to pout.


“Tease” I muttered


“Perv” she shot back with a grin


“I’m just gonna to the bathroom, I probably look like a mess” she commented, before gracefully getting up and walking out of the door. I stood up and slowly walked around, stepping over clothes and books to admire her room.


There were band posters, haphazardly stuck on the lavender walls, along with pages of her own paintings and drawings. Her desk was scattered with papers, paintbrushes, jewellery and tubes of paint. On one side of the room, a huge white bookcase was situated, shelves overflowing with books. Her white bedside table seemed to be the only area that was not untidy; only a lamp and a single leather bound book lay there.


Curious, I grabbed the book and opened it to the first page. It was a rather realistic, lead pencil drawing of a girl with black curls pressed up against a window, looking out from the page. Julie was an amazing artist, managing to capture the longing and regret in the girl’s eyes perfectly. I was about to turn to the next page when I heard someone clear their throat.




I needed to clear my head. I walked to the bathroom and glanced at the mirror. My face was tearstained, eyes puffy, nose red and hair an absolute tangled mess. I grabbed a brush and carefully ran it through my hair, smoothing out all the kinks and eliminating the knots. I reached for my navy face towel and splashed water on it, before gently wiping it against my face.


I gripped the sink tightly and stared at myself. I still had the same boring brown eyes and wavy black hair. It still looked like me. Physically, I was the same, but emotionally, it felt as if a wrecking ball had hit me. It was a rathe odd feeling. I felt so exhausted yet buzzing inside at the same time.


I loved Roman so intensely that I ached. I still was failing to believe that he had stuck around, as I became a crying, ugly mess. I mentally cringed as I thought of how he saw me while I was at my weakest. He probably thought I was pathetic ugh.


After a moment’s contemplation, I came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t tell Roman about the arranged marriage yet; we had forever anyway. I didn’t want him to worry or fret about the situation; I would try and resolve it myself.


I walked out of the bathroom and into my room to see Roman intensely staring at a… book? A horrible realisation came to me; it was my diary book. A wave of embarrassment washed over my body as I noisily cleared my throat, getting Roman’s attention.


He twisted around, looking at me curiously and smiling. “You’re an amazing artist” he noted.


“Thankyou, but its kind of private” I replied, silently urging him to put the book away. It was full of drawings, paintings, song lyrics and poems and diary entries. It was like a collage of my secrets, my dreams and my thoughts. Every painful and wonderful emotion that I have ever experienced was somehow creatively expressed and represented on the pages. If someone so much as glanced at an open page it felt as if my brain were being dissected and studied.


“Well then…” he drawled with a crooked smile.


He turned back to the book about to flip the page, when I made a split decision. I lunged forward and jumped on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I breathed in his scent of sunlight and peppermint as I buried my face into his neck.  Fortunately, in surprise, he dropped the book onto the cream carpet.


He instinctively placed his hands, under my thighs, propping me up and walked out onto the balcony. It was dark now outside, the moon and stars blurred by the thick layer of clouds blanketing the sky. It was warm out, Roman’s body heat causing myself to heat up even more. I looked out to the woods, marvelling at how pretty it looked at night. The shadows cast by the trees, layered across the land creating an illusional 3-D effect.


“It’s so pretty” I sighed, still clinging onto his back and resting my head on his shoulder. My earlier anguish was quietly fading when I was near him; it was addictive, like he was some sort of drug that took away all the pain.


“Yeah, it is” he replied, looking straight at me. My cheeks flushed and I couldn’t help but smile.


“Someone’s feeling a little cheesy today” I sung.


“You love it” he winked. I had to admit, I did. I was secretly a hopeless romantic and adored all the sappiness and fairytale endings that most people scoffed at.


“I love you” I corrected, my heart quietly fluttering. He shook his head.


“But you hurt my feelings” he placed a hand over his chest in mock hurt while his face twisted in dramatised pain.


“But you love me anyway” I noted


“Bit overconfident?” he smirked


“Bit hypocritical?” I shot back


“Your on fire today aren’t you?”


“I do try” I winked


“I love you too” he suddenly murmured. I jumped off his back and leaned over to press my lips against his, relishing the euphoric rush taking control of my body. I felt dizzy as our kisses deepened and increased. My back was pressed against the railing, his body  He was intoxicating, I would never get used to this feeling.


I heard a sudden gasp and it sounded like the click of a…camera? I pulled away with an intake of breath and looked around; there was no one else here except Roman who was staring at me quizzically, eyes sightly glazed. I bent over the balcony rails and looked down into the night. I couldn’t really see a lot as everything was shadowed, but I swear I caught sight of a flash of blonde hair.


I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly re-opened them; but there was no one there. I shook my head, dismissing it as a figment of my imagination.


“What are you doing?” Roman asked, as I straightened up from bending over the rail.


“I thought I saw something,” I murmured.


“Your silly” he replied with a grin. I giggled and knocked him with my hip before walking back inside. He sat down on the bed while I subtly kicked my book under my bed. I then walked to my white drawers and grabbed my pyjamas and underwear.


“Stay put” I commanded, wagging my finger at him


“Yes, Captain Julie” he replied, saluting me. I laughed at his childishness and skipped to the bathroom, clothes in hand. The house was silent, my steps echoing along the walls. Every time my family had gotten into a fight- and it was a frequent occurrence- my mother usually shut herself in her chambers and drunk her sorrows away. She hated confrontations and did not handle anger well, so preferred to lose herself in a drunken haze.


My father would stay in his study until his anger had simmered into a quiet rage, and then disappear out of the door until morning. I never knew where he went and at the moment, I didn’t really care. Now that I was away from Roman, my antagonism towards my father and my mother resurfaced. I wanted to bang my head against the wall and scream and shout until they finally listened.


I continued to brood as I stepped into the shower, replaying the scene of the fight over and over again in my head, slotting in words I could’ve said or actions I could’ve taken. I always did this, but it only caused more regrets, which I didn’t want or need.


I stepped out of the shower and quickly dressed, moisturised my face and rubbed the towel through my hair. I padded to my room, to find Roman laying on the bed half-asleep. I chuckled affectionately; he looked so much more innocent and younger while he slept.


“Roman!” I whispered. There was no response except for a slight stirring. I poked his cheek continually until he drowsily woke up.


“Yes?” he groaned, his voice rough with sleepiness. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive his voice was and had to resist the urge to kiss him.


“You can stay here for the night if you want” I offered hopefully.


“Ok” he murmured. He sluggishly tugged his shirt over his head and I couldn’t help but stare. He had a smooth chest and a lightly defined six-pack. Not too muscular like a body-builder, but not too skinny either, he was just perfect. He then slid his black jeans off until he was just in his red boxers; I could feel my cheeks get hot as I turned away.


“Aww your so cute” he whispered placing a hand under my chin and tilting my face up. Every time I looked into his eyes, I felt breathless. I kissed him quickly on the lips, causing my heart to race, and then ran over to switch the light off.


I convinced myself that nothing was going to jump out at me as I walked towards the bed, pulled the covers back and snuggled in. My body seemed to curl into his perfectly, my head buried into his bare chest and his arms draped across my middle. I let his scent of peppermint and sunlight surround me. I felt so warm, so complete; I knew that I couldn’t live without him. Being away from him now would be physically painful.


“Goodnight Jules” he mumbled, kissing my forehead.


“Goodnight Roman” I replied hugging him back tightly before slowly blacking out into dreams that were filled with the one I loved.

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