promise romeo

anonymous asked:

bencutio modern au headcanons?

OMG YES I’M ACTUALLY PLANNING ON WRITING A FF ABT THIS:

  • so, romeo and mercutio have been best friends since childhood, right, and growing up, mercutio develops romantic feelings, of sorts, for Romeo
  • Romeo is, obviously, the most popular cliche heterosexual™ guy in their high school who loves Mercutio dearly but platonically; Mercutio realizes this and abandons any hope of their relationship ever getting anywhere other than what they share currently. However, he still helplessly gets jealous of the girls Romeo falls for/brings home sometimes, and Romeo, in his almost stupid obliviousness keeps causing Mercutio more and more pain
  • and then one day, Romeo’s cousin moves to Verona because his parents died (dramatic, I know, but this is R&J we’re talking about) and turns Mercutio’s world upside down
  • He is absolutely gorgeous and, to Mercutio’s utter wonder, innocent.
  • Mercutio comes over a lot to Romeo’s and so notices that the guy is an anomaly in a world of angry, hormonal teenagers - he respects his uncle & aunt to no end, reads book after book, and is overall just a soft boy™ who sometimes has blue paint on his face and looks sad when he thinks no one is looking. Mercutio is usually the only one who does notice.
  • When Mercutio learns his name he thinks it fits him perfectly. Benvolio. A good-will. He sometimes absentmindedly scribbles the name on the edges of his book when he’s thinking, and turns beet-red when he realizes that he has.
  • None of the arrogance and selfishness that even the nicest of boys his age all seem to possess can be found in Benvolio, and when he talks, Mercutio feels that if he ever curses, it would sound like prayers
  • and they talk a lot, and they eat together and dance together and sing together and play basketball together when Romeo is not around
  • Benvolio never hides or shies away from the feelings he forms for Mercutio over time, much to Mercutio’s annoyance - his name was not meant to be uttered by lips that seem to emit light and virtue.
  • As a defense mechanism, he starts talking endlessly about Romeo or some girl whenever he’s with Benvolio, doing the same thing to Benvolio that he had gone through with Romeo all these years
  • Benvolio’s love and affection never wavers, though, and he continues to love Mercutio through all his pain – he’s used to it by now
  • Mercutio hates himself for this but knows if he ever gives in, Benvolio, despite all his goodness, would leave him soon because he will undoubtedly realize he has chosen the wrong person - and then Mercutio would be worse off than he is now
  • They were both in pain before they met, a little more wouldn’t hurt
  • When they are together, just Benvolio and Mercutio, Benvolio talking about something he likes or being engrossed in a book, Mercutio thinks he could kiss him. It would be so easy. He would be able to taste Benvolio’s sweet scent of paint and chocolate. But he never does.
  • Their first kiss is their last, as Mercutio dies in Benvolio’s arms. There is no way he can leave me now, Mercutio thinks, for I am leaving him.
  • “You saved me,” Mercutio says as he goes.
  • Benvolio returns the words to a lifeless body.

anonymous asked:

Can you talk about the pros and the cons of Olivia Hussey's Juliet? She is my favourite Juliet, but I would like to see a more critical review of her portrayal for once!

Ah! I’m really happy that you asked this because I’m hopelessly in love with Franco Zeffirelli’s movie and I could talk about Olivia Hussey’s acting all day long.

The first thing I would like to remark is the context in which the movie was made. In many ways, it is a mirror of the youth movements of the 60s, and the trope of idealism versus violence, dreaming versus fighting, is one of the main characteristics of the movie. The fights are really violent (the opening brawl, for instance, was filmed in a more aggressive way than usual, as it fatally has Capulets and Montagues murdering each other and women screaming with their children in their arms), and it presents Romeo and Juliet’s love as an innocent, harmless force as opposted to the cultural violence that surrounds them. Olivia Hussey underscored how excellently the movie had harmonized with the ideals of her generation. And, indeed, you could say it is an ode to sexual freedom, peace, and the power of youth. You can see that in the way Zeffirelli filmed the bedroom scene, with Juliet lying naked after consummating a marriage she arranged herself.

Zeffirelli seemed to be particularly interested in her character:

The central idea is that of a puppeteer, Destiny, who handles all the characters. They are all puppets on a stage and no one is fully responsible. The whole tragedy is permeated with the idea of fate. There is nothing to do. Juliet is the only valuable opposition to it

So he decided to exploit the transgression of Juliet’s acts, and I will always be grateful to him for giving us such a powerful, intrepid Juliet. He was also one of the first directors to cast teenagers to play the lovers. Precisely, physically speaking I consider Olivia to be really suitable for the role. The innocence and tenderness of childhood she conveys wonderfully, but once she gets to express herself you find that her eyes denote such intelligence, her voice such fortitude, that you couldn’t possibly dismiss her as a dumb kid. (To be honest, I can’t fathom how it is possible to distort the play to the point that people think the word “dumb” befits Juliet and Romeo.) She transmits so much expressiveness with those piercing, inquisitive eyes and her loud, firm voice. See how monotonous she sounds when she lies to the Nurse, but how fierce her voice is during the “O bid me leap…” speech in the cell. She is a Juliet that does something else apart from blushing and smiling tenderly—she is also restless, frustrated, even rude in some parts. She doesn’t limit herself to simply reciting her lines in a monotonous tone, but rather she inserts so much depth and energy in every single word that she succeeds in constructing a complex Juliet—Olivia handled the duality of her character really well. Sometimes she cries fearfully on the floor as she implores her parents to listen to her and sometimes she contemptuously yells at her mother that she won’t marry Paris “by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too.”

To me, Olivia portrayed Juliet as a young girl who is too alive to contain herself—as if the world weren’t big enough for her. One of the things that amazes me about her acting is the way she uses her body to transmit her indefatigable energy. She shows a great command of herself. For instance, I noticed that she spends a huge amount of time running. We find her running the first time we see her, she leaves the scene running after her conversation with her mother, she arrives at the ball running, she comes in and out of her balcony running repeatedly, she arrives in the church running again, and hurriedly crosses herself before running again toward Romeo with her arms wide open. I could go on. (But interestingly, during Paris and Friar Lawrence’s brief conversation in the cell, she comes in running as well, but once she spots Paris she stops suddenly and starts walking instead, as if she were attempting to behave more correctly, faking to be a more restrained and therefore acceptable woman. She does this as well when she runs to her mother’s bedroom and stops abruptly before Lady Capulet can see her.) With this restlessness and her resolute nature, she transgresses the tediousness of her society—she is simply too in love with life itself to confine herself to inaction. It makes perfect sense to hear her describe herself as “a boundless sea” when you hear her exhilarated laughter. 

And then she denotes so much determination and self-condifence. Olivia takes advantage of every single line to portray Juliet as an independent, strong-minded young girl. “But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true / Than those that have more cunning to be strange.” She sounds so angry when she says that. More than swearing her love to Romeo, she looks like she is threatening him not to fool her. (He actually even nods nervously there and it’s hilarious.) And her face is priceless when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She tells him off. She is so resolute and skeptical throughout the whole balcony scene, it’s wonderful. I invite you to watch that scene again, paying attention to her facial expressions.

Another scene I think is worth commenting is 2.5, when the Nurse delivers Romeo’s news to her. I like to compare her acting here with that of other actresses playing Juliet. In this scene, her impatience is usually portrayed more like an inoffensive, sweet frustration. She is still adorable even when she is irritated. However, Olivia’s Juliet does not even try to palliate her impatience. When she goes down the stairs and notices that the Nurse is not yet come, she boldly places her needlework on the table as she goes on ranting about how disgusted she is by old people. When the Nurse finally arrives with Peter, Juliet basically puts her hands on her waist impatiently and kicks him out after giving him a quite exasperated look. She then even takes away an apple that the Nurse was holding in her teeth and clenches her fists. But when she finally gets her Nurse to tell her what she wants, she euphorically bursts into laughter and thus leaves the scene running enthusiastically. I find this much more entertaining than, say, Rebecca Saire’s acting, who was only slightly impatient in comparison with Olivia’s liveliness.

The movie is replete with moments like that. I still can’t get over the way she looks at her own cousin when she turns around (screencaps here), or the fact that she doesn’t even look at Paris when he kisses her hand and says farewell before leaving the ball. Moreover, the camera tends to focus on her emotions. The first kiss is filmed in a way that only allows you to contemplate Juliet’s face and all the different emotions she goes through. There is that long kissing sequence in the balcony scene where you can only see her face as well. And in the last scene, the first hint that she is still alive comes from her hand. The camera focuses entirely on it as she begins to move her fingers slowly, but all of a sudden she clenches her fist with strength and resolution. The camera then follows her hand as it reaches her face, and those wide, alert eyes open again. Those are just a few examples, but the movie is full of close-ups of her intelligent eyes.

The main flaw of Olivia’s Juliet, however, is the same flaw of the whole movie: too many lines were cut out (more than half of the play!). Certainly they skipped some of her wittiest moments, such as the part where she deceives her mother, or the “gallop apace” speech, in which she so explicitly poeticizes sex. Although its absence is partly compensated, in my opinion, by the more than evident sexual agency she shows throughout the movie. She actively looks for Romeo at the ball, and even when he touches her hand for the first time, the camera shoots her eyes closing in ecstasy. She grabs his shoulders in their second kiss, and even holds his face in her hands and kisses him as he stays still in the balcony scene.

Another thing I dislike is her reaction to Tybalt’s death. The way she criticizes Romeo is wonderfully acted again—really vigorous and enraged. But it stops there. The last thing she says is, “But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?” In the play she goes on trying to find out what must have really happened between Romeo and Tybalt, and she comes to her own conclusions. However, in the movie, we just see her bash Romeo and then we don’t see her again until the next morning, when she is happily sleeping by his side. It sort of weakens the character, because Juliet doesn’t forgive him entirely until she decides it couldn’t had been his fault.

And, of course, there is the potion speech missing. It is actually the soliloquy she chose for her audition, but Zeffirelli decided to cut it out because he feared it would alter the balance between Romeo and Juliet in terms of their importance to the plot: “If she does this potion speech, she’ll get all the attention. The film won’t be Romeo and Juliet—it will be ‘Did you see Olivia Hussey in that scene?”

But I think Olivia’s Juliet is excellently paired up with Leonard’s Romeo—the angriest Juliet comes with the softest Romeo. It is as though Thought and Dream intertwined. While Juliet speaks with a very potent, determined voice, Leonard’s Romeo has more of a whispering, soft tone. (We literally see him sighing with his eyes closed against some pretty flowers.) This duality of their personalities is tangible in the very way they are introduced in the movie. Romeo’s entrance is accompanied by a dreamy, tender song as he appears smiling at a flower that he is holding in his hands; Juliet, on the contrary, shows up running while a much more energetic song is playing (from around 1:03 on). It goes on like that for the rest of the movie and it culminates with their last words. Romeo raises the venom with tears streaming down his face as he slowly whispers, “here’s to my love”. (It! Breaks! My! Heart!) Juliet, however, roars her last words, and even half smiles at the dagger for a moment as she commands it to “rust” in her.

So what I love about her is her strength and her ability to denote so much expressiveness with her body. If only I could watch her perform all the missing lines. She did so much with the little she was given, it’s wonderful. We need more Juliets like this—Juliets who express themselves so freely and fearlessly.

ritmo latino 

La Luz - Juanes 
Livin La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin 
Amor Prohibido - Selena 
Danza Kuduro - Don Omar
Bailando ft. Descemer Bueno, Gente De Zona - Enrique Iglesias
We Belong Together - Ritchie Valens
Suavemente - Elvis Crespo
Loco ft Romeo Santos - Enrique Iglesias
Gasolina - Daddy Yankee
El Perdon ft Enrique Iglesias - Nicky Jam
Zumba - Don Omar
Ai Se Eu Te Pego - Michel Telo
Loca ft El Cata - Shakira
Mi Verdad ft Shakira - Mana
No Me Compares - Alejandro Sanz
Tempo de Alegria - Ivete Sangalo
Dile al Amor - Aventura
Baila Esta Cumbia - Selena
Corazon Sin Cara - Prince Royce
Nada - Prince Royce
Fuiste Tu ft Gaby Moreno - Ricardo Arjona
Gordita ft Calle 13 - Shakira
Diz Pra Mim - Malta
Te Extrano - Xtreme
Hips Don’t Lie ft Wyclef Jean - Shakira
La Camisa Negra - Juanes
Cuando Me Enamoro ft Juan Luis Guerra - Enrique Iglesias
Show das Poderosas - Anitta
Obsesion - Aventura
La Bamba - Ritchie Valens
Te Esperando - Luan Santana
Guantanamera - Celia Cruz
Dos Locos - Monchy y Alexandra
Enamorate - Dvicio
La Diabla - Romeo Sanris
Tengo Un Amor ft RKM y Ken Y - Toby Love
Cuanto Duele - Carlos y Alejandra
Rechazame - Prince Royce
Beautiful Liar ft Shakira - Beyonce 
Promise ft Usher - Romeo Santos
Abusadora - Wisin y Yandel
Down - RKM y Ken Y
Equivocada - Thalia

anonymous asked:

unpopular opinion: tybcutio seems unhealthy and doesn't make any sense

I agree.

People argue whether Tybalt meant to kill Mercutio or not, but what’s the difference? I don’t think staging it like an accident truly alters the meaning of the scene. Their duel serves to criticize how these young men find violence dangerously stimulating. The slightest form of provocation will be enough for them to fight. You know, we often find the thumb-biting dialogue hilarious, but it is actually brutal—even a mere gesture can incite these men into violence. They don’t even know why they fight, but they continue to draw their swords and insult and wound one another. That’s all they do. Their concept of entertainment and honor is based on harming other people. They enjoy it. It’s what they do for fun. And it’s exactly what happens to Tybalt and Mercutio.

Tybalt has 35 lines (if I counted them well), and literally every one of those lines is said with the purpose of quarreling. Every. Single. Line. Is he another victim of the feud? Definitely yes. All the boys are. Tybalt was raised in this extremely toxic environment and ergo he became a toxic man himself. But the difference between Tybalt and, say, Romeo or Benvolio is that the these Montague boys struggle with the ideals that were imposed on them. None of them enjoy violence and they both attempt to escape from it in different ways. But Tybalt is more than willing to prolong the feud. Look at his conversation with Lord Capulet at the party. There’s a bit of a territorial attitude in both of them—Tybalt even dares question Capulet’s management of the family, and his uncle needs to remind him who the patriarch of the family is: “Am I the master here, or you?”

So I don’t think “fiery Tybalt” is supposed to be a nice character. He is full of hate and arrogance and he is never going to avoid a chance to show his bravado and perpetuate toxic masculinity. He’s just a dickhead. He hates peace. He thinks the mere mention of that word is shameful. He is basically heartless. He wants to fight Romeo because he hates the Montagues so violently that he wants to murder him. (There is also no evidence that he found out about Romeo’s love for Juliet. If he did notice it at the party he decided not to talk about it because it’s not important, because the fact that Romeo is a Montague is enough for Tybalt to despise him.) There’s not a single moment in the play when he questions his actions. There is nothing in the text that implies he regrets anything of what he does. He sticks to his pride and fury till the end. He is too arrogant to admit that kind of emotion. Suppose he regrets killing Mercutio and so he comes back to Romeo because he wants to die, too. Don’t you think Shakespeare would have given him one last speech if that were the case? Some apologetic lines? He could have maybe turned aside and expressed his repentance to the audience without the other characters on the stage noticing. But he doesn’t. He comes back to Romeo to fight him. “Here comes furious Tybalt back again.” (And I hate how most film adaptations make Romeo chase Tybalt when it’s actually Tybalt who purposely comes back to Romeo. Tybalt would just never run away from a fight.) He only speaks again to transmit his intentions to kill Romeo: “Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, / Shalt with him hence.” And then he dies. Silently. No last words for Tybalt. He dies without saying a word. If there’s any kind of guilt going on inside him, it dies with him.

Surely there was a part of him that was kinder—looking at Juliet and the Nurse’s grief, it seems like he was somewhat lovable. But it doesn’t take Juliet long to come to the conclusion that it was probably her cousin who occasioned the fight that led to his own death. So she seems to know that the most potent part of Tybalt’s character was his violent tendency. What makes her drink the friar’s potion after having expressed all of her fears is the thought of Tybalt’s ghost “seeking out Romeo”. She fears his violence will be strong enough so as to surpass death.

So I think Mercutio dies because both he and Tybalt find violence exciting. We as an audience might enjoy to see them fight, but too late do we realize that fighting is never a joke. Mercutio dies not because Romeo intervenes in a game but because he intervenes in a duel. It can’t truly be an accident when both Tybalt and Mercutio deliberately decided to engage in a fight just for the pleasure of promoting violence. It’s the stupid concept of hypermasculinity that destroys them. Mercutio has been mocking Romeo all along because love has turned him into an effeminate man: “Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; […] the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?” He finds Romeo’s refusal to fight Tybalt shameful. (“O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!”)

Anyway, that’s my reading. I’m aware that everyone has a different opinion on the matter and I totally respect that. I just don’t think there’s enough textual evidence to support the idea that Tybalt and Mercutio secretly love each other because they’re both pieces of trash (and I love them).

A Whole New World

Me and Brooklyn have been dating for about 3 months and I have a deep feeling for him. I feel like he feels the same way. We hanged out when he stopped by in LA, but he went back to London and it has been tough. Although we haven’t dated a “long time” for it to be a committed relationship, it feels like I’ve known him for such a long time, and my feelings for him get stronger everyday.

His mom stayed in LA for a couple more days before she jetted off to London. She asked me to come by around 10am at the house before she left so she could say goodbye. I did as she asked and she was standing in front of the door with her suitcases and an extra small black one by her side.

“Hello Mrs. Beckham! Good morning!”

“Call me Victoria! How many times do I have to tell you love, haha, are you ready to go?”

“Oh yes I forgot, Victoria, and umm…. Why am I supposed to be ready?”

“I’m taking you to London with me, it’s a surprise for Brooklyn and you obviously. I’m sure he misses you loads. David tells me how he stays up so late talking to you.”

“Oh no. Mrs. Beckham… I mean Victoria, I couldn’t…. I shouldn’t. I have school and plus my parents don’t know and I didn’t even pack…”

“I called your school and told them you’re on a busy schedule and will makeup your work as soon as you get back, and I also got a small travel study for you.” She handed me the packet and my suitcase. “Your parents agreed, we planned this trip for you, and for the packing I got you covered. Come along now.”

She started walking to the car, and I had no choice but to follow her. She was an extraordinary woman, so kind, I couldn’t find a way to repay her.

I have never been to London. but I have always dreamed of being there, in this new world to explore. With the Beckhams. With Brooklyn.

After 11 hours of flight we finally arrived to the Heathrow Airport. We got a cab and rode off into the city. When we pulled up to the gigantic house, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was going to see Brooklyn again. See his smile, hug him, and create new memories while I stay.

“Here we are. Our cab driver will bring our bags. Follow me, I want to surprise Brooklyn, so at the door hide on the side.”

“Okay! Will do! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome sweety. Ok now hide.” I heard loud footsteps come as she opened the door.
“Mummy is home!” I saw Romeo, and Cruz run toward their mom, David had Harper in his arms and down came Brooklyn.

“Brooklyn, I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” As I heard his voice my heart began to race so fast. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, he still makes me feel vulnerable and crazy.

“Look outside.” Victoria motioned him towards me. He walked out and I took a step forward. I was inches away from him. He looked into my eyes and a smile grew on his face. Bigger and bigger.

“Y/N !!! What! Why! How! Oh how I missed you!” He brought me into a big hug, I couldn’t help but squeeze him back.

“Your mom brought me, she’s the best, she paid for everything. How can I ever thank her.”

“Oh you don’t have to, she loves doing these sorts of things. Come on let’s go inside.” He wrapped his arm around my neck and took me inside.

“Y/N yay you’re here!!” Screamed Romeo, Cruz and Harper. I ran towards them and gave them a big hug.

“Let’s play football!! Come on Romeo, lets get our boots!” Yelled Cruz.

“No no no guys, Y/N just arrived and I want to show her my favorite places here in London, you guys have to wait.” Brooklyn told the boys.

“Ugh fine. But when you guys come back, promise to play?” Pouted Romeo.

“Of course guys! I love soccer and especially with you guys, we’ll play as soon as we come back okay.” I felt Brooklyn stare at me with the most kindest eyes ever. He said to me, “I love when you’re so nice to my brothers, it means a lot.”

“Well, I do really like them.” I teased him, “maybe even more than you.” He glared at me with a smirk and said, “you’re going to change your mind real fast, just watch.” I giggle as he made his way into the kitchen. I followed. “DAD! Can I take your car out for a few hours?”

“Why yes of course, son,” David answered him, throwing him the keys. “Just be careful okay, don’t do anything stupid.”

“Thanks dad. And we won’t, we’ll be back soon.” He intertwined his fingers onto mine, and placed a small kiss on my cheek. “I’m about to show you a whole new world princess.”

Dance Lessons (Part One)

Summary: In which you you try to teach Bucky how to dance but his hip movement is about as mechanical as his metal arm.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,325

A/N: There is most likely going to be a Part 2. Also, the reader is Hispanic and the song at the very end is Promise by Romeo Santos and Usher.

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“Y/N.” You use your blanket to cover your face. “Y/N wake up.”

You groan and try to burrow yourself further into your bed. Maybe whoever it is will catch a hint and leave you alone. “Go away.”

“But it’s important.”

With remnants of sleep lingering over you like a dark cloud on a rainy day, you push aside your covers. When you finally gather enough energy to sit up, you find a super soldier with a metal arm standing at the foot of your bed.

“Bucky, what’re you doing here?” When you look at the clock on your bedside and see that it’s close to two in the morning, you become more alert. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he replies while carding his hand through his unkempt hair.

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Adorable

Summary: the reader is Stiles’s little sister and takes a definite interest in Liam after a lacrosse game which doesn’t fly too well with Stiles

Note: Hey so I know that I have a lot of requests that I need to write still but this idea popped in my head and I just had to write it. Sorry if it’s cheesy. :P I am working on all the requests though and am hoping to have them all done soon! :)


“Hey Y/N I- oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

           I glanced at my older brother out of the corner of my eyes as I turned the page. “What?”

           Stiles huffed. “You’re still reading?”

           Sniffing, I muttered, “Obviously.” It was hard to focus on my book when Stiles was having a little bitch fit in my doorway, so I reluctantly slipped my bookmark in place, crossing my arms and turning to glare at him. “Is that a problem?”

           “No, of course not- I mean, other than the fact that all you ever do is read. And eat. Then there’s the occasional bathroom trip, and… sometimes you sleep, I think. Or do you just suck energy out of the pages or something?”

           Rolling my eyes, I answered, “I didn’t realize reading was crime. Shoot me.”

           “Gladly, but that’s illegal.” Stiles sauntered across my bedroom as if I had invited him in, flopping down in my rolly-chair. I watched him carefully as he began to spin. “Listen, so, I was thinking… you spent the entire summer locked up in here, and then most of the first semester… why don’t you try coming up for air? Take a break from the books for one night. I promise your silly little Romeo won’t miss you too much.”

           I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the cover. “This is a book about middle schoolers discovering that they’re demigods.” Flipping the book over so that the summary was visible, I slid it across the bedspread for him to snatch up. “I honestly doubt Romeo is going to be making a guest appearance any time soon. Even if he did, I wouldn’t label him as silly. He’s more impulsive.”

           Stiles didn’t say anything; his calculating eyes were sweeping up and down the small paragraph. “Don’t strain yourself, slick.” I mumbled. He scoffed as he tossed the book back lightly.

           “What kind of name is ‘Percy’ anyway?”

           “Okay, dude, you really shouldn’t be talking about weird first names.” I smirked. “But if you must know, it’s short for Perseus. He’s named after the Greek hero who-”

           “-slayed Medusa and all that jazz. Yeah, got it. Read the Odyssey during freshman year.”

           I cocked my head to the side. “The Odyssey isn’t about Medusa or Perseus. It’s about Odysseus’s journey back to Ithaca after the Trojan War, and all the trouble he faced.”

           Stiles made a face. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Back to my original point, if you please. You need to get out. There’s a lacrosse game tonight. You should come.”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually going to be playing this time?”

           Snorting, Stiles hauled himself up and out of my chair. “Yes, of course… probably… maybe.” He stopped short in the threshold. “Just, c’mon, please, Y/N.”

           I groaned. “Fine. Get out. I have to get dressed.”

           Pumping his fist in the air, Stiles ran over to me quickly, grabbing my face in his hands and placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I screamed and swung at him. He sprinted out of my room, laughing. What an idiot.

           —

           The bleachers were packed. I was honestly surprised. Who would have thought that this many people would actually show up? Especially with dorks like my brother and his goofy friend Scott on the team.

           I never really understood lacrosse all that well. All I knew was that it was kind of like football with sticks, I guess. That’s how it looked to me, anyways. It was very violent, and the ultimate objective was to throw the ball into the goal. Then again, there’s not a goalie in football… maybe it’s more like soccer but played with sticks…

           My phone vibrated. I fished it out of my back pocket. It was a text from Dad, asking where I was. He seemed surprised that I was actually out of the house. What can I say? I’m a home-body. I don’t like people or leaving my house for any reason.

           Once I had assured Dad that I was indeed okay, that Stiles had not kidnapped me against my will, and that the scoreboard indicated that Beacon Hills was winning, he concluded the conversation, hoping that I would have fun.

           Yes, because sitting alone at the top of some rickety bleachers surrounded by people you don’t know that are screaming at the top of their lungs as they watch a game you don’t understand definitely qualifies as fun.

           Still, I tried to stay optimistic. Scott had bought me a bag of candy, and Stiles gave me the rest of his Coke. My iPod was sort of helping to block out the crowd’s ridiculous roar.

           The stadium lights flickered on with a bang as night started to descend. The glare provided just enough light for me to take out my book and read. Score!

           —

           I was in the zone. In my head, I was negotiating with Hades to the beat of Thunder Kiss ’65 by White Zombie… or was it Rob Zombie? He had switched at some point, but I forgot to which one.

           Suddenly, something flew right into my lap, causing me to scream and toss my book over the side of the bleachers in my moment of terror. Hand over my heart, gasping for air, I cautiously moved back to my original spot to see… a damn lacrosse ball.

           Furiously, I yanked out my headphones. “Stiles, you asshole!” I screamed, shoving my iPod into my bag, along with my snacks. The headphones were probably going to get tangled, but I was too pissed to care at the moment.

           At the foot of the bleachers, laughing, were the two biggest idiots I had ever laid my eyes on. When they saw me start to stomp down the silver steps, they both pointed at each other bestowing the blame of throwing the ball. I didn’t care who did it, to be frank. I was going to kill them both for good measure.

           “What the hell?” I shrieked when I jumped off the last step, standing toe-to-toe with my brother. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

           Scott snickered. “Your heart sounds fine to me.”

           I scowled. “You too, McCall! I can’t believe you! And here I thought that you were the perfect little gentleman… puppy… whatever. You’re just as much of a dog as Stiles!”

           “Dog remarks, huh?” Stiles flicked my nose. “Real classy, sis.”

           I swatted his hand away. “Oh, don’t you ‘sis’ me. I’ve had enough of you. First you make me leave the house, then you refuse to take me to the library-”

           “-hey, I was running late for the game-”

           “-and now this? Are you kidding me right now Stiles? And you wonder why I don’t want to come out of my room. It’s because you two bozos take every opportunity to tease the piss out of me, and I can’t stand it!”

           Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Y/N, I’m sorry… you’re just really easy to mess with. It’s funny. Please don’t be mad.”

           I mimicked him with a high voice, and Stiles rolled his eyes. “How mature.”

           “More than you are.”

           “Alright, whatever you say. I think it’s past your bedtime now; that’s probably why you’re so crabby. Go sit in the Jeep. I’ll be out of the locker room in like two minutes.”

           “Past my bed- boy, you do realize-”

           Coach Finstock cut me off. “Hey, McCall! Stilinski, and… smaller Stilinski! Get off the field!” Shoving past Stiles’s shoulder, I made my way over to the side of the bleachers.

           Stiles stalked after me. “Um, where do you think you’re going?”

           “To find my book, which fell over the edge when you threw a freaking ball at me like a five year old.”

           —

           Eventually Stiles and Scott left me the hell alone, retreating to the locker room. Meanwhile, I strolled under the bleachers, neck aching as I scowered the ground for any glimpse of the green book. Damn. I was going to kill my idiot brother and his idiot friend.

           “Um, excuse me?”

           Gasping I whirled around to see a boy about my age standing back where I came. He was taller than I was, no doubt, with blond hair and blue eyes. His lips were pursed slightly, as if he were mulling over the words he wanted to say. When he stepped forward slightly, my heart skipped a beat.

           What was scarier at the moment? Bleachers somehow falling on top of me, or a boy I don’t know approaching me in the dark?

           Definitely the boy.

           Strangely enough, as soon as my heart beat escalated, the boy held his hands up slightly, as if trying not to disturb a frightened animal, and took three steps back, placing him the light. He looked like he was fresh from the shower with his wet hair and shirt that was sticking to his chest. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I just thought… were you looking for this?”

           In his hands was my copy of the Lightning Thief.

           “Yes!” I lunged, eagerly reaching for the book. I nearly plowed over him. “Sorry. Yeah, that’s mine. My brother scared me and I dropped it. Thanks.”

           “It’s no problem.” He shrugged, and the simple gesture made me think that he really believed it. “I just saw it and didn’t want you to be out here by yourself. There’s… you know…” He looked as embarrassed as I felt.

           “What’s your name?” I asked randomly, licking over my lips.

           “M-my name?” He looked startled. Why? Did he have something to hide? “I’m Liam.” He chewed his lower lip.

           “Well, it’s wonderful to meet you, Liam. You’re my hero. My knight in shining armor. My kitten-saving fire-fighter.” I joked, attempting to make him more comfortable. Liam cracked a smile, blushing as he shook my hand. “I’m Y/N.”

           Liam’s eyes bulged slightly. “Y-you’re Y/N?”

           Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem? Did my terrible reputation as a quiet nerd girl create some kind of awful opinion of me prior to our meeting?”

           He snorted. “No, of course not. It’s just…”

           “And what the hell is this?” I rolled my eyes, turning around to see Stiles tearing across the field with an unhappy expression on his face. “I thought I told you to wait in the Jeep, not go around flirting.”

           “And I thought I told you that I was going to look for my book.” I spat back, crossing my arms over my chest. Then, as an afterthought, I added, “I wasn’t flirting. Liam found my book and gave it back to me. I was thanking him. We introduced ourselves. That’s it.”

           Stiles rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a habit we both shared when we heard total bs. But in this case, I was telling the truth. “Right. You weren’t flirting. Because that’s believable.”

           Alright, he wanted to be that way. Sighing, I held up my hands. “No, no, you were right the first time. We were about to just drop right down on the grass and go for it, but then you showed up, saving my virtue. I was too embarrassed to admit it. Oh, Stiles! How can I ever repay you?”

           Scott raised his hand from behind Stiles. “I have an idea. Never talk about your ‘virtue’ again.” He clapped Stiles on the shoulder before moving around to come stand between Liam- who was beet red- and I. “Well, it’s nice to see my Beta and practically my baby sister getting along.”

           “Whoa, you’re the Beta?” I exclaimed.

           Liam nodded. “You know about… about all of this?” He waved to himself and Scott.

           “Um, yes. My brother has a big mouth. The day Scott got bit, guess who he came to first?” I put on a falsetto. “’Oh my God, Y/N, Scott got bit by a big doggie and now he’s turning into Jacob from Twilight! What am I supposed to do?’”

           Stiles held up a finger. “One, I don’t sound like that.” Huh. I thought I did a pretty good job. He ticked off another finger. “Two, it was a terrifying moment. I had to tell someone because Scott wasn’t listening to me- and you bought right into it, so don’t even.” Can’t argue with that. Sadly, it’s true. But I was an impressionable eighth grader who read too much. I can’t be blamed… right?

           Then he was quiet, crossing his arms. “Well?” I asked.

           He sighed. “Well what?”

           “What’s the third thing?”

           “I don’t have a third thing. What makes you think I have a third thing?”

           “Usually, when people list off stuff, there’s three things. It follows the whole repetition of the number three from-” Stiles slapped a hand over my mouth, moaning, “Oh my God, I don’t have a third thing. Stop reciting your infinite knowledge about literary devices for once, please. I’m actually begging.”

           I shoved his arm off, but didn’t continue. Instead, I focused on securing my book into my bag. I definitely do not want to lose it again.

           Scott spoke up then. “Alright, well, now that that’s settled, Liam, do you want to come over for some pizza?” Stiles had told me in the car that we were going to Scott’s after the game for pizza and video games. Well, they were going to play video games. I was going to go upstairs into Scott’s room and read while I enjoyed my pizza.  

           Liam shifted awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just let me text my Mom.”

           “Cool.” Scott said. I took the opportunity to dig my phone out too, passing it to Liam, whose eyes went wide. I laughed, “Put your number in.”

           “Oh no. No no no no no. This is not happening. This,” Stiles flapped his hand back and forth between us. “is not, I repeat, not happening. Negative. No no no.”

           I quirked an eyebrow. “And why the hell not?” I countered, placing a hand on my hip.

           “Because-” Stiles sputtered. “Because I said so! I’m the big brother! I’m always right, and whatever I say goes. So no. This is not happening.”

           “That’s not a reason; that’s an excuse.” I pushed my hair over my shoulder. “Besides, I could count on five hands the number of times you’ve been wrong today. You’re going to have to give me a more substantial reason than that.”

           Stiles was bright red in the face. “Because he’s a werewolf! And you’re my baby sister who acts like she’s all quiet and shy but really is a sarcastic nerd who is super confident and hates people and dear God you don’t need to corrupt this little explosive ball of rage. He’s a werewolf with anger issues. You’re someone who’s main goal in life is to piss other people off with your wide range of freaky intelligence about books. It’s a recipe for disaster.”

           Liam tried to butt in with, “I’m a what?” but neither Stiles or I acknowledged him. We were dead set on each other, glaring like we were two fighters on opposing corners of the ring.

           I crossed my arms. “So?” Stiles blanched, “So? What do you mean ‘so?’”

           “So what if I’m a bitch and he’s a werewolf? That doesn’t mean anything. You’re not Dad, Stiles. And I’m pretty sure he’d be happy that I’m talking to someone other than him, you, and Scott. In fact, I’m positive that he wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

           “Jesus,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair. “I know I’m not Dad. But I don’t wait you” he pointed at me, “or you,” he jabbed a long finger at Liam “to get hurt.”

           I rolled my eyes. “We’re not going to hurt each other. We just met. Honestly, what do you think is going to happen?”

           “I think that you like him.”

           “Well duh! Why else would I get his number?”

           “So you can text him and meet up or, or, or have him sneak into your room late at night when you think me and Dad are asleep, but I’m not asleep, and I’ll hear-”

           “-Malia telling you to grab a condom? Guess what Stiles. I’m not you. I’m not going to ask my were-partner to sneak into my room in the middle of the night Edward-Cullen-style and screw me. That’s your style, not mine.”

           “Oh my God, you heard that?” His pale face flushed with color. “That was one time.”

           “The point is-”

           Scott butted in. “-that me and Liam are standing right here and are hearing everything you’re saying to one another?”

           I blinked. Oh crap. I totally forgot that they were standing there. Awkwardly, I looked away from Stiles to see Scott staring at his shoes and Liam blushing like mad while tapping his thumbs across his phone.

           “Oh, um… hey guys… sorry about that… just a little sibling spat…” I trailed off, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “This is awkward.”

           “No sh-”

           “Here you go.” Liam cut Stiles off when he handed me my phone back. I mumbled a thanks. I was about to stow it away when it vibrated. I thought I had told Dad that everything was cool…?

           From: Liam ;P

         I like you too

         From: Liam ;P

         Now I feel like a nerd

         From: Liam ;P

         Please don’t laugh.

           I couldn’t help it. I snorted, shaking my head before patting his arm. “Adorable.” I said.

           Stiles, in his infamous nosy way, leered over my shoulder and read the texts. “Oh, great.” He groaned. “He likes her too. Wonderful. This night has gone beautifully.”

           Scott chuckled, taking in Stiles’s distress and Liam’s red face. “And so it begins.” He snickered.