Author: macabre thoughts PM
"Juliet," he said. "We need to talk." Flash fiction.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 195 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-13-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2970022
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adventures of some people
They entered the café together. She set down her bag on the table. He sat down on the opposite seat, and they faced off - warriors before a fight.
"Juliet," he said. "We need to talk."
A petulant pout had already slipped onto her soft lips, fitting like a glove. "What is it, honey?" said the mouth, while her bluish eyes whined; 'do we have to?'
"I'm not comfortable with your constant use of the 'c' word," he confessed.
A petite crease appeared between her perfect eyebrows. "What, you mean commitme—"
"Shh!" he interrupted, wide-eyed. "Not so loud."
"Romeo, baby," she clucked soothingly, touching his cheek. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. Don't call me baby," he said, brushing the imaginary fingerprints away.
"You've been kind of jumpy. Don't you want to meet my parents?"
He sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Juliet, I just… don't think this is going to end well."
"Don't worry," she said, attempting to reassure him. "They're going to love you."
"Are you sure?"
A/N: scribbling down every idea, for the win.