5- Can you be my Juliet?

~Ken~

I was in the middle of sleeping, dreaming of chocolates and riding a butterfly, when suddenly I heard something. My eyes snapped open. I groggily looked at the clock. It was 1:00 o'clock in the morning. I looked at the sliding door leading to the balcony, it was where the sounds were coming from. I shuddered.

I set my blanket aside and walked towards the sliding door. I opened it and the cold chilling air hit my body. I hugged myself as goosebumps started running through my skin. What if it's some ghost? Or a serial killer? Or an alien?

I know, I know. I am stupid. Like, this is so cliche. This is how most characters in a cliche movie gets killed. And I am doing it. Why? Curiousity. And I want to satisfy my curiousity. Like, what's with the sound?

Yeah. You're stupid. Why do you even get A's?

Stupid brain insulting me.

I set all my thoughts aside and continued what I was doing.When I set my foot on the floor in the balcony.Suddenly, something hit my forehead. I winced as I felt pain. I rubbed my forehead and groaned. I looked down and saw pebbles scattered on the floor. What the fudge? Another pebble hit my forehead and I winced in pain. My eyes widen with my realization.

Someone was throwing peebles. Like, who else would it be, our neighbor's dog? Or, what if it's still some ghost?

"Psst"

Oh my God. Do ghost "Psst"? This is new. I stepped forward slowly and looked down the balcony. I nearly got a heart attack when I saw a figure. I was ready to run and shout like a girl when the figure stepped into the light and I saw a very familiar face, the person's ear piercing gleaming because of the moonlight.

Daniella?

Why the fudge is Daniella Sparks outside my house? Not to mention, 1:00 o'clock in the morning? I felt somewhat nervous. Is she going to kill me now? Please God. Help me. I don't want to die young. I have so many dreams in life. I haven't even had a girlfriend. Please, it's too soon.

"Oh shit. This is like one of the scenes in that novel 'Romeo and Juliet'"

I heard her say and I almost chuckled. She read 'Romeo and Juliet'? I didn't take her as a reading type.

"Uhmm. Hey good eve--morning. What are you doing here?" I asked. I  hoped she wouldn't say that five words. Which is: "I'm here to kill you"

"Oh I just passed by and thought I give you a visit" she said giggling and I froze. Something isn't right. Daniella Sparks is giggling. So something is definitely wrong.

"But how did you know that I lived here?" I asked suspiciously.

"I stalked you in facebook" she said giggling once again. This is one of the many reasons why we shoudn't put our real address on facebook.

"Wait here" she said then left. Where is she going?

After a few minutes, she came back carrying a ladder. She placed the ladder right below the balcony and started climbing. Where did she even get that ladder? We have no ladder here. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when suddenly Daniella's face suddenly popped out of nowhere only inches from mine. For a moment I was dumbfounded. She leans her arm on the railing.

"Hey Ken" she said smirking and the smell of alcohol hit my nose which brought me back to reality.

"Can you be my Juliet?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows then she started to laugh as my nose sensed a faint smell of beer.

Fudge. Daniella's drunk.

"Hey. Hey. Come on" I said as I approach her afraid she might fall off. Last thing I want is being in a police station, police interogating me why there is a bleeding girl with a cracked skull down my balcony thinking I was the one who murdered her. I helped her out and placed her gently by my side. She suddenly looses balance and I caught her before she landed on the floor.

"But, you know, I changed my mind. I don't want you to be my Juliet" she said suddenly between hiccups. I frowned suddenly feeling a little annoyed--I don't really know maybe a little dismayed--I can't name it.

"Because I don't want us to end like Romeo and Juliet. They died at the end. It was tragic. I don't want you to die" she said as tears started to cloud her eyes. With that, I smiled. I awkwardly stroked her hair trying to soothe her. I really don't know how to handle crying girls. Especially someone like her. So stroking her hair was the best option or should I pat her back?

What's this? Hours ago she was just so terrifying and now, she's crying in front of me?

"No. I won't. Just sleep okay?" I said trying to soothe her. She nodded and snuggled on my chest. I scooped her and stood up. I placed her gently on my bed. I got rid of her shoes and leather jacket which was hard and cost me a lot of sweat and saliva. Suddenly I noticed that her hands were a little bruised. I touched it gently and looked at her.

"What happened to this?" I can't help but be worried and wonder.

"Some jerk annoyed me so I punched him" she answeres casually and I blinked twice and gulped.

"What did he do to annoy you?" I feel obliged to ask.

"His face was just so annoying, seeing it annoyed me so I made it unrecognizable" she says, her eyes still closed. Okay, shit. What if she also finds my face also annoying?

I was about to leave her and just sleep on the chair when her hand grabbed me. I turned around and saw her looking at me, her eyes almost drooping.

"Please don't leave me" she said almost pleadingly. For a moment, I didn't saw her as the bad girl, the badass, the girl who don't follow rules, the girl who had many police records, the girl that everyone was afraid of, thw girl who had jusy punched someone for having an annoying face I see her as the innocent and fragile girl now.

"O-Okay" I said nervously. I dont know why but right now, I can't possibly resist her. I positioned myself beside her as far as possible but she just snuggled and pulled me closer. I was a little tense but soon relaxed as I heard her snoring lightly. I just smiled and stroked her hair.

"Sweet dreams, Daniella"