Did my heart love till now?

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

(Tewkesbury's POV): Is my life like Romeo and Juliet? I don't know yet. Just got told yesterday that when I'm 17...I'll marry someone. A girl. Named Olivia. I'm not supposed to fall in love with someone else. Because I supposedly belong to someone already. I don't like Olivia. Never will. Grandma said it'll be a sin for me, to fall in love. Right now. Because then again,  I "belong to Olivia."

 I'd want my future lover, to be happy with me. My mother says she's tired of me being a hopeless romantic. But I can't. All I think about is love. Love. Love. Though, I've been heart broken before.

I want my life to be like Romeo and Juliet, without the death part.

(Your POV)

"Y/N!" Enola said and smiled at you. She hugged. "I'm happy to see you." She said. "So am I." You said. "I heard about your mother, leaving." You said. "Yes, she's alright with me having this party. Visited her a couple times." She said. "Good. Very good." You said. "Go ahead and grab food!! I'll be...with Sherlock!" Enola said. You nodded, and she walked away.

You went to the table to grab foods...

You saw a piece of bread, and decided to grab it. But surprise! surprise!

There was this boy, who grabbed the exact bread, fist. Hands touched. You both looked at each other. "Sorry." He said. "It's alright. Take it. No worries." You said. "Thanks," He said and still looked at you. "Why should I take it may I--

"Just take it, alright? Nice meeting you." You said. And walked away. Few minutes later. You saw Enola talking to the boy. When she was supposedly going with Sherlock.He then looked at you. You looked away. Enola just laughed

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His POV:

"Who's that." I asked. "Tewksbury, that's y/n. One of my friends." She said and laughed. "Go talk to y/n." She suggested. "No." I answered. "Too shy? Aren't you a man." Enola said. "You told me that I was a man once you told me, I'm a man." I told her. "Right. Forgot. Then you aren't a man yet." Enola said. "I'm 15, though. I'll almost be 16." I said. Holding my cup. "You're not a man. Yet." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Sure, Enola." I said. "Now, why don't you go introduce yourself to y/n" She suggested again. "I've said no to that suggestion." I said, whoever y/n was. Seemed nice. I mean, I've seen this person talk to people and smile. I liked that. "Also, Enola. Let me remind you...I'm being forced to marry someone. And my mother is forcing me to have feelings for the girl." I said. "Even, I know that isn't true love." She said. "I'll leave you alone." She added, and walked away.

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Back to your POV

"Would you like to dance?" Another boy asked. "Sure." You said and took his hand.

You had forgotten about that boy, with brown hair and brown eyes. That was Enola's friend or it seems like he is.

You dance with this other boy instead. "What's your name?" He asked. "Y/N." You said. "My name's Otis." He said. "Nice to meet you, Otis." You said and smiled. He smiled back. He had dark black hair, Brown eyes. As you were dancing you saw the boy again. Otis then got called somewhere. "Otis!!!" A girl said. "I'll, be right back y/n." He said, Otis walked away. The brown haired boy, then came back. And finally introduced himself to you.

"Hello. My name's Viscount Tewksbury Marquess of Basilwether." He said. You shook his hand. "Hello. Viscount Tewskbury. Didn't know that was your name." You replied. "Call me, Tewksbury." he said and smiled. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier." He added. "It's alright." You said. He smiled again. "Well, I thought I'd ask, if you'd like to dance." he said. "But we just met." You said. "Doesn't matter, I saw you take Otis's hand, and I know you're not friends with him." He said. "You've been spying on me haven't you!" You said. "No I have not! Why'd I spy on someone." Tewksbury said. "Well how'd you know I danced with Otis." you asked. "Because he's the one who stood out the most in this party. Everyone here knows who he is...because he flirts a lot. So if you dance with him you'd be seen as if you were together. Or as if you're one of the people who falls under his trap." He said. "And does that make me dancing with you any better? You're the Marquess of Basilwether." You said. "So?" He said. "You've must not heard how I earned that title." He added. "Oh, I know." You said. "Sorry about your father." You added. ".....it happened a along time ago. Don't worry. Also, I thought you didn't know me?" He said. "Or know my name." he added. "I recognize you from the newspapers." You said.

"Well, will you dance with me at least?" He asked. "please?" He added. "I'll dance with you, Tewksbury." You said, you took his hand. As you were dancing he began talking.

"I'm friends with Enola. You might know her."

"She's my friend too."

"Oh, really?"

"yes, why do you think I'm here?"

"Don't know, I thought you were one of Sherlock holmes friends."

"Well I'm not."

"Good to know."

"Why is it good?"

"Want me to tell you?"

"Tell me."

"Because I'm interested in you."

"We just met. That's pathetic."

"It happens."

"You're just saying nonsense."

"And what if I'm not."

"Then try to actually say nonsense. Because I'm not interested in you, we just met."

"Oh."

"Once the song finishes, we'll stop dancing. And you'll forget about me."

"Don't think I can."

"Why? Have you never been able to stop being interested in someone...that you were interested in before?"

"No. Because. I've never been interested in someone else..."

"That's sad. Are you kept locked in your home?"

"Funny."

"Wasn't meant to be a joke, Viscount Tewksbury."

"Call me Tewksbury."

"Sorry for breaking the rules Viscount Tewksbury."

"Fine call me that. Doesn't annoy me as much."

"Goodbye, Tewksbury."

"What are you saying goodbye for?"

"The songs ending."

"Nice meeting you. Tewksebury." And let go of his hands, and left. You went back to the food table. To grab the bread, you and him wanted to grab. You took a bite out of it, it had a mold on it already. Gross. You ripped the piece of bread that had the mold on it. But you never ate any of it....

You thought that, that was the last time, you'd see Viscount Tewksbury of Marquess of Basilwether.

But you were wrong.