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Monday, July 28, 2014

It's a Curse

I'm in shock right now. Utter shock.
I was sort of happy about being married to Remy, I'll admit. We've talked about it and instead of getting it annulled, we're going to stay married. We were happy about it too, for the short time that we could be.

I have (had) this insane cousin called Tyler. He's had a few anger management issues in the past. We sent him to a school in Manhattan to stay out of trouble and he went to some therapy--learned krav maga and fencing as some kind of coping method while he was over there. He's...involved in the family business and undoubtedly loyal. Loyal to the point where he absolutely hates any Montague he sees, on sight. He flew down to visit the main family for the summer and...I guess he saw me with Remy or something because when he next saw Remy, he drew a gun. 

And Marcus was with him. I'm not quite sure what happened, but Marcus started talking crap and Tyler started waving the gun around, then Remy jumped between them and then...Tyler shot Marcus. He was trying to shoot Remy, but missed and shot Marcus in his abdomen. It didn't go in deep, just a flesh wound really, but he bled out and...apparently he blamed Remy for it. Oh my God Remy. He had to watch his best friend die and then blame him for it. 

That's not all of it though. Because when Remy found out Marcus died, he got in a rage and shoved Tyler who hit his head and...died. Benjamin, Remy's cousin was with them and told the cops and everyone what happened and now they're searching for Remy.  I never really loved Tyler, but he was family and Remy...killed him. 

But he didn't mean to do it--he wanted to hurt the man who killed his best friend, and who could blame him? Oh God, Remy. They're going to send him to jail for life. We haven't even been married a full day, not really, and he's...oh my God. Oh my God Remy. 

He's going to be fine. It'll be okay. It's all going to be okay. Oh God. Fate and fortune be with us. Maybe it's time to pull out the rabbit foot and horseshoe. 

Friday, July 25, 2014

I'm Going to Die

Apparently I made a post last night, so you guys actually knew before me.
I freaking got married.
We'd joked about it earlier last night and after that...things are kind of a blur. I may or may not have been inebriated.
I woke up today with absolutely no clue why I was in a white dress or why I had a ring on my finger until I looked at this blog. Holy crap I'm going to die. When my parents find out, they're going to stone cold murder me.

Here's what I remember happening:

  • Jokingly talking about marriage
  • Drinking a few shots
  • Nothing
Nancy was apparently there though, and has no recollection of it whatsoever. We found a (giggly, loud, and really weird) video on her phone of Remy and me getting married though. In Las Vegas. 
Remy's 18 so he was legal. I'm...16 though. I don't know how we got marriage papers signed since I'm underage. Even Las Vegas has restrictions against that. I don't even know how I could get married. Oh my God Oh my God I'm freaking married now. 

Not freaking out. 

I'm cool. 

I'm cool. 

Oh God. 

EDIT: I know how I got married. Brian Lawrence, Remy's father figure (and a cop that...helps both of our families) Apparently also a forger. He forged documents proving he was my legal guardian (and really quickly too. I'm sort of impressed.) Apparently he'd thought we were serious about getting married. I'm sort of happy I'm married now though, although it's still awfully ridiculous. Remy doesn't seem to really have a problem with it either. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing. As long as my parents don't find out, I should be fine. 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Holy crap holy crap holy crap Nancy found out, I repeat Nancy found out. 

Apparently she found this blog. 


Hi, Nancy? 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Heart Over Head...Over Heels

So that wasn't the end of that.

I may or may not have run into Remy and may or may not have been meeting up with him for the past month. And by run into Remy, I mean I was at a mini party (but if anyone asks it was a study group, yes?) and I took a quick breath of fresh air out on the balcony. As Fate would have it, who walks by but the man himself. I don't really see or notice him at first. But then he calls my name, which means he knows my name...which also means he has no reason to call it.

But he does. Over and over again and he won't shut up and I'd been wondering about him.
So I call down to him and I say:
"Where are you? I may be fabulous but I can't see in the dark."
I kid you not, those are my first words to him. SMH. Well at least they were true.

Here's how the rest of it went though:
Me: What are you doing down there?
R: *Shrugs* I was taking a walk and, well, it's sort of hard to miss the loud music. And you're...kind of shiny.
Me: What? 
R: Your dress. It's unbelievably sparkly. It's like a sun and you're kind of blinding me. 
Me: Oh. Sorry.
*Awkward Silence* 
Me: Should I come down? We should probably stop yelling, shouldn't we. 
R: Nah, we're good. 
I walk down anyways.
Me: Hi. 
R: Hi We probably shouldn't be talking to each other, hmm?
Me: What, because of our names? Trust me, I'd give the world not to be a Capulet. It...sort of sucks. 
R: Can't say I don't feel the same way about being a Montague. Usually keeps me from talking to pretty girls. 
Me: That wasn't cheesy at all.
R: What can I say? I try. 
Me: Really? Let's hear some more. 
R: Are you an angel because--
Me: We've all heard that one.
R: You're the moon and I'm the stars and the moon never runs from the stars. 
Me: Bordering on creepy and you realize the moon is pock-marked right. And continually changes. What are you trying to say?

And then we just really talked about random things. We didn't really mention the fact that our families hated each other again (but when you think about it, it's stupid, right? I mean the only thing our parents really hate about each other are their names. Names are random sounds strung together--how does it make any sense that that's what would keep two people apart? Ugh.) and we just talked through the night until--

R: Do you want to go out?
Me: (blushing furiously) I don't a date? If we did it'd have to be out of town though. I think my parents would kill me if they found out I talked to you, much less going out.
R: How about 9 AM at the old church? It's a bit early, but it's the only time I'm really free nowadays and I have a friend at the church who could help us.  

Anyways, since that we've just been meeting up in random places, deflecting suspicion from our parents, etc. No one knows except Remy's friend and he's a priest. Apparently Remy's father figure for the last decade or so--if we can't trust him, who can we trust? And I trust Remy. 

I really like him. May even love him, even though it's only been a month. It's too soon to say that though. It is. It's way too soon.

Is it really though?

Oh my God, it totally is. It utterly, absolutely is. I don't know though. He's sweet and reckless and passionate and he loves to talk. He's adorable when he gets excited, but sometimes he gets so sad it's hard to cheer him up. And here's a confession: sometimes when I can't cheer him up, f

I may love him though. I really might.