1. Could it be?

Dazed after unknowingly if she had seen Romeo or not, Juliet finds herself going crazy, hallucinating Romeo.

1.
Could it be?

Linda sat next to me during lunch still reading my story. She was one of many who believed "my life" that I wrote to the whole school. As my best friend, she completely believes me, and doesn't question me, or asks me if she could meet him. This is why she's my best friend. Linda just needs to know the details, and she's all right.
     I stared at her intently as she read about his romantic words to me last night before he left to go live with his mother until his mother feels better. I smiled when I saw her eyes tear up. I could just laugh in her face that she actually believes in this crap. Of course, I'm a professional and give myself watery eyes, and look out the window as if Romeo would come swooning in, wrapping me in his arms, and tell me how much he loves me.
     Linda looked up and groaned, "I can't believe he left you like that! Oh, you must be heartbroken. He's coming back, right?" Her voice was so concerned, I wanted to just slap her and tell her it's not real.
     Instead, I sigh and turn my gaze to her, a tear coming down. "He might. Unless his mother gets really sick, then he won't come... back." I choke out the last word, and burst out crying. I could feel the gazes of others with sympathy. Linda rushes over to my side and wraps her arms around my shoulder, securing me. "I can't believe this is happening! Out of all the things, Romeo, My Romeo left me, and might never come back. And poor Ms. Romero! She is sick... Really, really sick. I think I'm gonna be sick." Tears poured down my cheek, making my eyes puffy.
     "Poor Juliet." I heard whispers from others. I sniffed looking up to see something amazing. A boy with killer green eyes stared at me, frowning. His wavy brown hair curled slightly above his eyelashes, making him to blink a few times. He held a rose in his hands, and he was gorgeous. I stopped crying, and gonked. He looked exactly like Romeo in my head. It couldn't be. I looked at Linda, and she smiled sadly at me. When I turned to look at the boy, he was walking out of the lunchroom.
     "Romeo?" I say in wonder.
     Linda must think I'm crazy, for she touched my arm lightly when I stood. "Sweetie he's in Virginia. You must miss him a ton to hallucinate him." she says pulling me down softly.
     I look at her with my mouth open. "It can't be him..." I look back at the lunchroom doors, and curiosity struck all over me. "I have to check." I say standing again. I walk too quickly to hear Linda's words. I found myself leaving the lunchroom and in the empty halls. Suddenly I saw the curly brown hair, and walked over; more like ran over to him.
     "Romeo!" I cried walking over to the corner where I last saw him. Of course, he's not there. He's not real. He was never real. I blink blankly out the two glass doors that lead out to freedom. I turn around and gasp. The boy stood there with the rose in his right hand. He looks at me for a second, and then smiles. "Ro-Ro..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Instead, his lips pressed into mine, and I was into another world.
      My eyes shot open, and I push him away. "Who are you?!" I yelled, gasping for air.
      He looks at me skeptically, and then smirks. "Juliet, what is the matter? I'm here, and that's all that matters. Your Romeo is here." He raises the rose into the air towards me. I look at it, and then back at him. My fingers brushed against his as I took the rose. I raised it to my nose and smelled the aroma passionately, closing my eyes, and curling my toes. When I open my eyes, he was gone. Of course, he's gone. It's such a cliché. My mind is a labyrinth. I can never know what's real or fake anymore.


I was walking home with Linda and Carmen. They looked at me worriedly after the incident at lunch. I still was perplexed at whether it was true or false, imagined or reality. I stared at the ground, clutching on my books to my chest. I felt their eyes continuously on my, and I can't blame them.
      "What happened, Juliet?" Carmen asked me after several minutes of silent stares.
     I looked up to see two pairs of worried eyes through my watery eyes. "I... I thought I saw Romeo." I answer, my voice cracking.
     Linda smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "He's coming back. No worries Jul." she said in a soft, assuring voice. "He loves you, and he will most definitely come back." Lies. It's all lies. Just like my life. My life is a lie, Romeo is a lie, they believe he's real, and I'm a hot mess.
     "O-Okay," I mumble. Somehow, I believed them. Weirdly enough, I'm feeling less like a mess, and more like a hopeful girl who's lover is coming back. "Thanks guys." I add with a smile.
     They give me a hug, and I find myself crying one last tear. Could it be? Romeo is coming back? Romeo... is really My Romeo? I bite my lip at this thought. Maybe my mind is winning over what is reality. Do my own stories have the best of me?


The ceiling went from bright yellow, to dark orange in what seemed like seconds. The reality is it's been three hours. The reality is I've been thinking about Romeo ever since I've came home. My life seems twisted in ways I never thought possible. Seriously, could Romeo be real? I mentally slap myself and get myself a reality check. Romeo. Is. Not. Real.
     I felt sick to my stomach thinking such words. Why? I have no idea. All I know, I need a serious reality check.

Reviews

[diannesam]

I love it! Looking forward to the next chapter!

[Daydreamer54]

Love it! can;t wait for more! it'll be totally awesome if something like this happened in real life.