Romeo & Cinderella ♡ Sign Ups

✿Spring
( Juliet; Romeo )

She hiccupped again, and shook her head, refusing to tell. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she buried her face into her bony knees. Through her sniffles, she heard the sound of a shoe on gravel, and felt the fabric of a shirt brush against her shoulder. Taken aback, the small girl looked up, bewildered to find that the boy had come to sit next to her. “S’okay,” he said, “I lost something too.”

“R-Really? What was it?” she asked quietly, before feeling silly. Why would he tell her? She certainly hadn’t told him. But to her surprise, he leaned forward, and whispered it into her ear. As she listened, she felt something—the barest trace of wind perhaps, deep inside her heart, carrying a dandelion seed into the air, and burying it into a patch of earth, preparing it to blossom into something beautiful.

She felt something very much like joy.

☼Summer
( Cinderella; Romeo; Juliet )

She hated watching them. She hated watching the girl with her flushed cheeks and shy smiles. She hated watching the boy with his curious eyes and open mouth, always asking questions. She hated watching the two children run around the playground, walk through the meadows. But something about their laughter, their words, their innocence made her always follow them with her eyes.

She tried many times to give the feelings she felt a definition. Anger? But there was nothing to be angry about. Sadness? Ridiculous. She laughed at that one. Irritation? Perhaps. But something else, too. A feeling of possessiveness, the need to rip it, whatever they had, out of their hands and claim it as her own. She felt it in her throat, like a violent beast, using its claws to leave scars inside of her until every breath hurt and she felt like throwing something.

She felt something very much like envy.

☁Fall
( Romeo; Cinderella )

On the first day of school, he left Juliet’s side and went to the front of the room, where she sat watching them—as always. It had been that way since summer; he’d noticed. As soon as he moved towards her, she averted her eyes and went to organizing her books.

“Hello,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“Hello,” she replied smoothly, softly.

“You wanna go swimming with me and Juliet at the lake today?”

A look of surprise crossed her face for a second, before she shook her head. She kept her head down as she glanced up at him and he thought he saw the faintest trace of a smile on her lips, a blush on her cheeks. “No thank you.”

As he watched her stand up and leave the room, something stirred. The way she peeked at him through her lashes, the way her lips curved. Why were they engraved in his mind now? He felt lighter, his heart might have sped up. And the tip of his ears might have been pink. Just a little.

He felt something very much like bashfulness.

❄Winter
( Prince Charming; Cinderella )

“Pardon?” she asked, her eyebrows turned upwards innocently and her mouth slightly open. An imitation.

“Don’t play that game with me,” he snapped, “I know you’re not nice and cute like you’ve got that Romeo boy convinced. You’re pure evil—you just want him all to yourself.”

The transformation was immediate. Her eyebrows lowered, her lips closed into a pleasant smile, and she became Cinderella once more, “What are you going to do about it?” she challenged, victory laced into her voice. But just like he saw through her act, he saw through her voice, too. He recognized the look in her eyes: anger. Anger that he did what nobody else was able to do: see the real Cinderella.

He felt something swell inside of him—something that made him puff up his chest in pride, something that made him want to smirk and say in an obnoxious tone, “I told you so!”

He felt something very much like satisfaction.

✿Spring
( Prince Charming; Juliet )

He stared into her eyes with confidence. She couldn’t turn him down. He was charming, rich, the sports star…everything a girl wanted in a boyfriend. “No,” she finally said, and it took a while for the news to sink in.

“What do you mean, no?” he demanded, fear seizing his mind. What was wrong with him? How could she say no? Just like that? Why—and suddenly, as he stared at her, it all clicked. That Romeo boy. He saw red. He’d lost to him. He’d lost to him. Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed his lips against her own, only to be shoved back. Horrified with tear-rimmed eyes, Juliet ran from the classroom.

She was nothing more than a toy he had wanted. Something he found interesting, something he wondered about. Just like all the others. So why did he feel so empty? Was there anything in the first place?

It was the beginning of something imaginary.

☼Summer
( Juliet; Romeo; Cinderella )

Fall belonged to the school—meeting new people, learning new things. Winter belonged to friends—arranged trips to the mall and sitting by the fire sipping hot chocolate. Spring belonged to the textbooks—tutors for upcoming midterms, hours spent in the library. But Summer was different. Summer belonged to them. To her and Romeo. Or at least, it used to.

Juliet watched silently as Romeo and Cinderella conversed next to her, laughing and joking. She eyed Cinderella, and it occurred to her—the two of them had switched positions. Last summer, it was Cinderella who watched, but now…Juliet laughed bitterly to herself. How ironic. Cinderella was a good person, which she knew. Too good—good enough to capture her childhood love’s heart. It was bad of her to feel resentment, right?

It was the beginning of something complicated.

☁Fall
( Cinderella; Juliet )

“Aren’t you cold in that shirt?” She turned to the voice to find a Juliet bundled in a warm-looking jacket and scarf, “And why are you out so late anyways? It’s nearly eleven.”

Cinderella gestured for Juliet to sit next to her, in which the latter suspiciously accepted. “I needed some fresh air,” Cinderella replied honestly, much to her own surprise, “Because I’m going to America.” Of all people, she felt the sudden need to tell Juliet. “I’ve received an invitation to study abroad there. My parents said yes. I’m leaving in December.”

She didn’t know what she expected the smaller girl to say. ‘Congratulations’? ‘I’ll miss you’? Something along those lines. But she didn’t expect for her to stand up, stare straight into her eyes and say fiercely, “Don’t tell Romeo. Not now. Not ever.”

Cinderella stared at her casually, “What if I do?”

“You won’t,” Juliet replied simply, and Cinderella, deep down, knew it was true.

It was the beginning of something secretive.

❄Winter I

( Romeo; Prince Charming; Juliet )

“Liar! You’re lying!” he screamed. He would have punched him if it weren’t for the small arms that were wrapped around his waist, preventing him from surging forward. Prince Charming stared apathetically down at him, arms crossed and a sneer in place. “She wouldn’t leave me just like that!” he continued yelling, “She would have told me! Like she told you and Juliet! Stop lying, you bastard!” Vaguely, he heard the sound of Juliet sobbing.

“Stop lying to yourself,” Prince Charming said coldly, “She’s gone to America. You should be happy for her.”

He ignored him, “Why didn’t she tell me?” he whispered, tears falling freely from his face, “Why did she tell Juliet and you but not me? Did she think I wasn’t her friend? Did—”

The teachers came, ripping away the three of them from each other, scolding each of them for taking place in a fight. How disappointed they were. Juliet mumbled an apology. Why? Prince Charming cursed. Why? Cinderella was gone. Why?

It was the beginning of something already ended.

❄Winter II
( Juliet; Prince Charming; Romeo )

Prince Charming shook his head, “So let me get this straight: you knew all the way back in November? And you guys seemingly promised each other to never tell anyone, especially not Romeo about it? Why?”

Juliet stared out the window with broken eyes, “I didn’t want to hurt him.”

“Well, you just did. You might as well stab him,” Prince Charming sighed, “Was that the same with Cinderella?”

“No. Maybe. She never said.”

“That was a stupid idea. I mean, did you actually think you would never have to tell him? That he would just forget about his first love?”

The words stung. Juliet flinched and gave a shrug. She was too tired to try and explain. She avoided Romeo the rest of the day and decided she’d apologize for keeping it from him the next day. But the thing was, she never did, because that was the day he crossed the intersection and lost his memories.

It hurt too much to tell him everything, and Juliet was selfish.

It was the beginning of something broken.

☁Fall

( Juliet )
She has maintained her friendship with Romeo. She still loves him, and is constantly haunted by her guilt at all the secrets she’s kept from him. The two attend the same high school, and things are the same as ever before—that is, until she returns.

( Romeo )
His past is full of holes, and he will stop at nothing to recover them. His closest companion is Juliet. He attends the same high school as her, and just might have fallen in love with her if it weren’t for the mysterious appearance of a young woman.

( Prince Charming )
He is still the ever-charming prince with an endless amount of admirers. His parents have forced him into an arranged marriage, and he just may recognize her. Furthermore, Juliet’s rejection from before has now resurfaced in his dreams.

( Cinderella )
After a several years spent in the luxurious country of America, she has finally returned to Tokyo for high school and an unknown fiancé, only to realize the irony of it all. Determined to win Romeo’s heart once more, she will once again play puppeteer.