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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

Oh look, there are tables and chairs over here too. Enjoy the food!

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"..." Andrew was momentarily at a loss for words. "N-no," he stammered. He was always a little surprised when the pretty decided to talk to him.

But he was being assertive today -- assertive and cool. "Andrew Wells." He stuck out his hand.

Romeo took the hand, speaking gently to try to make the boy at ease. "Romeo Montague. The way you smiled, I thought we might have met, but it is no matter. Are you also a new student?"

"Oh, I was just, you know, trying to look like I'm having a good time," Andrew explained. "But, no, I'm not new. I started here over the summer."

He smiled, genuinely this time. "So where are you from?"

"I come from Verona Beach, in California," Romeo said. "I thought I would miss the ocean, but I am told they have one here."

"I'm from California, too!" Andrew exclaimed. "Sunnydale. It's not on the ocean. Have you heard of it?"

"I think not," Romeo said thoughtfully. "Is it large?"

"Well, it's not LA, but you know, it's big enough to have all kinds of interesting nooks and crannies. It has a pretty, um, exciting night life," he replied.

"What brings you to Fandom? Are you adjusting to the cold? Do you need a heavier a coat? I totally wasn't prepared for cold like this."

"Verona is known for its parties," Romeo answered. "The weather does not bother me so far. Will it stay cold like this all winter?"

Andrew shrugged. "I imagine so. It really hasn't been that cold till just recently, but I went on a ski trip over break and spent most of my time face planted in ice, so I think I'm getting used to it."

Romeo made a sympathetic noise. "Skiiing is a challenge," he said. "A good way to freeze one's body near off. I prefer to stay warm."

"Me, too. It was my boyfriend's idea to go. But there was plenty of lodge time to make up for the pain that came with learning how to ski."

Andrew tilted his head. "Have you skied often?"

"Not often. My father had a home in the mountains." This was said with the tone of one to whom such an indulgence was nothing. "You have a boyfriend?"

Andrew noted the tone, he had heard it plenty back in Sunnydale. "Um, I did. His mother got sick so he had to leave school." Andrew's shoulders slumped. "He hasn't been gone a week yet, but he's not coming back. I guess that means I'm single."

"It is sad to lose a love," Romeo commiserated. "My wife has been gone six months, and some days she is all I think on."

"You're married?" Andrew was surprised as he seemed really young. "Did she go away to another school?"

"I was. She died," Romeo said quietly. He wasn't eager to go into much more detail on the gory specifics, but if Andrew asked, he would explain it. "Our families have been in a conflict, and we believed it would end that and permit us to be together."

Andrew took a tentative step towards Romeo, but stopped. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I know how little words can help, but if you ever want to talk about it..." He left it at that.

Romeo shrugged one shoulder. "She was my sun, my moon, my life," he said. "No one shall ever take her place, nor could they. Did you feel so for your friend?"

"For Neil?" Andrew thought about it. "He was my first. I'll never forget him, but I think, um, I think it's different. It's not like he's gone gone, just gone from my life. And I think he'll find happiness where he is."

"That so seldom helps those of us left behind," Romeo mused. "I thought I had loved before Juliet, but I was wrong."

Andrew reached out to place a hand on Romeo's shoulder. "There, there," he said. "They say time heals all wounds." Andrew kind of hated himself for saying that. After Bart passed away, he reached a point where all the platitudes just started to make him angry.

"That they do, but then, they say a good many things, many of them foolish," Romeo pointed out. "But for the intent, I thank you."

Andrew nodded. "If you ever feel like talking, I'm pretty easy to find," Andrew said.

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