the longest infinity (3/10)
Summary: Rosaline Capulet does not believe in soulmates. But on her 23rd birthday, she starts dreaming of him - but finds that when she wakes she can’t remember his name. Is he in a rival Fraternity? Or is he her artist roommate - or that Hufflepuff her friends tried setting her up with? She sees him every night in her dreams but she needs to figure out who he is outside of them.
Benvolio Montague has always wanted a soulmate. He’s had dreams since his 23rd birthday but never of her. Just when he’s lost all hope, he sees her face. She wants to be friends with benefits. But she’s also the history teacher across the hall - and she’s the person trying to kill him. But no matter what, it’s always her. He only remembers her face, but he won’t stop until he finds her.
Notes: This chapter is long af - 23 pages, 8k. It’s been a lot of hard work, so please review/give feedback! Validation is key.
As my beta says:
“draw me like one of your french girls, benvolio’" – a summary of this chapter
So it’s pretty good.
“You know we’d kill each other, right?” he finally says, hands in his pockets. There’s a tug at his lips. “Besides the fact that I can’t stand you, I’m pretty sure we’re fundamentally very different people.”
Rosaline crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m well aware.”
His eyes flicker downwards for a moment before returning to hers. “I get up really early. I usually take up living room space for setting up to draw and paint and shit.”
“I’m a morning person,” she says, shrugging. “And I write in my room.” Her head tilts. “I hate hosting parties and I’m not a huge fan of overnight guests.” Without meaning to, her gaze flickers downwards - he’s still sweaty from helping move Juliet’s things and the t-shirt he wears is a little too tight for liking.
Benvolio grins and she feels her face growing warm. “Of course you’re not.” He steps forward. “Don’t worry, Capulet, you and I will spend our nights with only each for company.”
“You’re assuming I want you to move in.” Rosaline shifts her weight back. “Besides, I’m a sponge and towel kind of girl. Don’t use a dishwasher.”
If possible, Benvolio smirks even wider. “Perfect. I usually order take-out anyway.”