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Writing prompt: Benvolio is making breakfast for the two boys (or something cute (could even be a whole drabble :) )). Romeo, in full Juliet mode, brings up the subject of exes. Benvolio and Mercutio instantly look away... Loving the blog guys!
Aw, thank you! I’m putting this under a cut because it was longer than I thought it’d be. I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I’m not too good at dialogue. -Zed
Note: None of these things actually happened within the current story, but I just really wanted to write again.
“Hand me the strawberries, would you?” Benvolio said, flipping a crepe.
“You know, I should be cooking.” Mercutio said.
“Sh.” Benvolio said, softly kicking Mercutio with his slipper.
“You know who smells like strawberries?”
“3, 2, 1.” Mercutio mouthed.
“Juliet.” Romeo said, resting his chin on his hand. Benvolio rolled his eyes. Romeo stood up, and rummaged through the refrigerator. He took out a bottle of whipped cream and sprayed it into his mouth and with his mouth full said, “Juliet is the prettiest, nicest, loveliest girl ever.” Benvolio wrinkled his nose.
“Close your mouth, Romeo.” He handed a plate of crepes to Mercutio.
“Romeo, you say that about every girl.” Mercutio scoffed.
“Nah, Juliet is the one.”
“The one this week?” Mercutio said, nudging Benvolio.
“Shut up. What about your exes?”
“Uh, that’s not really important.” Mercutio said. His eyes quickly darted over to Benvolio and then back to Romeo.
“Oh, come on. You’ve been off the dating scene for quite a while now, Mercutio. Surely there must be someone.” Romeo said, leaning back in his chair. “And what about you, Ben?”
Benvolio kept his head down.
“How many people are in a bobsled team?”
“Four.”
“Oh.”
“If it helps,” said Mercutio, “there are five people on a basketball team.”
“No that doesn’t help.”
“Well, how many have you had?”
“One.”
The room went silent.
“You’ve only had one?” Mercutio said, immediately regretting it after. Benvolio looked at him dead in the eye.
“Yes.”
“Who was it?” Romeo said, clearly oblivious to the icy stare Mercutio was receiving.
“Some Capulet guy.”
“You’ve dated a Capulet?” Romeo said in awe.
“Who hasn’t?” Mercutio said.
Ben let out a small sigh. “Anyway, Mercutio, how about you?”
“How about me?”
“How many exes have you had?”
“A few.”
“Is there anybody you like now?”
Mercutio was silent.
“Hey, Romeo, can you hand me some of that whipped cream?”
“Mercutio, don’t try and change the--”
Mercutio then proceeded to spray whipped cream into his mouth, and swipe Romeo’s plate of crepes. He held up a peace sign, and walked into the other room.
“What was that about?” Romeo asked. Benvolio shrugged.
