#cosmicfoole

﹠.       ♡       ◞       ⊱       𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎  +  𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓   ;   love  is  a  smoke  made  with  the  fume  of  sighs  —  being  purged,  a  fire  sparkling  in  lovers’  eyes;  being  vexed,  a  sea  nourished  with  lovers’  tears.

“ oh,  if my mom could see me now,  she’d be so disgusted,”   juliet laughs,  the thought surprisingly thrilling.   around her parents,  she’s the perfect daughter —   straight A’s,  all sweet smiles and polite conversations.   but when she’s with @cosmicfoole,  she gets to be her true self.   a free spirit,  with a rebellious gleam in her eye,  hungry for adventure.   converse-clad feet stretched out in front of her,  crossed at the ankles as they rest on the dashboard.   passenger’s seat pushed back as far as it will go,  all windows rolled down to let in the warm breeze.   munching on the hot dog that she insisted on getting from a food truck near the beach,  the tang of mustard and the warmth of the bun filling her senses.   “ mm,  it’s so good!”   as she reaches for a napkin to clean the corners of her mouth,  her boyfriend leans in and,  without a warning,  steals a bite.   her eyes widening in playful shock as she catches him,  bursting into laughter because who could be mad at this grinning golden retriever?   “excuse me?   you said you didn’t want any!   said you weren’t hungry at all!”   the tension of their structured,  orchestrated universes melting away,  the simplest of moments nothing short of perfect.   “ typical montague behavior,”   she jokingly retorts,  handing him the bun so he can take another bite,   “you’re an uncultured thief,  romeo.”

there’s a moment of silence as juliet contemplates the meaning of romeo’s words,  scarlet-tinted lips pressed tightly together to keep from giggling.  “what do you mean by very good with our feet?   is this a poetic way of saying i have very nice feet?”   she teases,  poking his ankle with her big toe.   she’s missed this goof so much…   it’s the first weekend in june,  and they hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks.   but her father’s traveling on business,  attending some important conference in switzerland,  many miles and timezones away.   and her mother’s on yet another shopping spree,  convinced her only daughter’s spending the day over at her friend’s.   the thought that she might actually be on a beach with that montague boy doesn’t even cross mrs. capulet’s mind.   

@cosmicfoole : "Our families may be at odds, but that doesn't mean we have to be."

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet. ⸺ like the Florentina variety, Romeo could sweeten a climb up a trellis with ease, despite all the rancor of his namesake, and hers. Of course he would not share the sediment, neither does she. She can only regret she hadn't made it obvious.

❛ I'm not running away from you. I'm done... with the party. ❜

And the meanness of some boy who isn't worth a name-drop. And a brother or two that clutter a few pockets of space — it is easy to say she does not like the company they attract.

Too much volatile air. She needs a lungful of fresh.

❛ I've never had a problem with you, Romeo. ❜

well, @cosmicfoole, you’re acting in true montague fashion 😒😂