Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

It was a beautiful day in Memorial Park. Bike riders and walkers were on the track that circled the park. In the very middle was a small amphitheater that had aspiring actors playing out the greatest tale of love and sacrifice. The great William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. In William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, a long feud between the Montague and Capulet families disrupts the city of Verona and causes tragic results for Romeo and Juliet. Revenge, love, and a secret marriage force the young star-crossed lovers to grow up quickly — and fate causes them to commit suicide in despair.

But who ever knew that this very well known play of the star crossed lovers would come to life?

"Shit." Was the first word to come out of Romans mouth when he opened up his nearly empty pack of cigarettes. There was one left. Taking it out, and placing it in between his teeth to hold, he shoved the empty pack back into the back of his pants pocket. He was going to have to get another soon. Glancing over his shoulder as he heard a small giggle, he gave a crooked grin when he say his little sister Anastasia. "What's so funny?" He asked, the little girl looking up at the immensely taller boy, as he removed the cigarette from his teeth's grip and placed it at rest in between his fingers. "You said a swear!" She giggled in reply. Roman rolled his green eyes. "I did not, you little punk," He chuckled back teasingly, glancing over her and to his dog, Boy. Yeah, Roman as pretty clever for coming up with that name. Whistling, the dog came running towards him, and placing its head underneath Romans hand, like the addict for pets he was. Roman stroked the long brown haired dog, and turned his attention back to Anastasia. "I'm going to the park, tell Mom I'll be home whenever," he told the young blue eyed child, before hooking up a leash to Boy's collar and opening up the front door and exiting.

As soon as Roman left the property of his house, and was on the short walk to the park, he lit his cigarette up. Boy tugged and tugged, trying desperately to get to the ark in which seemed to be the dogs favourite place. To be quite frank, it was one of Romans too. It as better at home, at least.

Walking into the green scape area that often kids of the town hung out at, he glanced around at all the unfamiliar faces, before catching a glimce of one he knew. Well, make that two. Walking up to them he gave a small jerk of his hand in a wave, before removing the cigarette from his mouth and squishing it into one of those weird ashtray that seems to be built on top of public trash cans. He just caught the ending of Liam's love spiel. "You know what you need?" Roman stated to him, before unhooking his dogs leash and throwing a stick for him to fetch. "You just need another girl. Besides, Rose was not your type of girl, she was a bitch."

“Aunty, for the last time, I don’t want to go out on a date with whatever business partner’s son." Bellamy groaned, as she simultaneously packed up her sketch book and drawing things into her messenger bag. Delilah, her aunt, just sat at the edge of Bellamy’s bed and rolled her eyes. “His name is Alexander, not some business partners son. You know your parents. This guys a big investor into the restaurant, and they flaunted around your picture because they’re always proud of you. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Besides, I’ve seen the son and he’s kind of cute,” her aunt teased at the idea. Bellamy gave her a look that screamed ’Oh ha ha ha. “I would really rather not be used as some sort of business pawn, but I guess I’ll think about it. Yet for right now, my answer is still no.” Slipping her bag on, she leaned down to give her aunt a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m going out, but I’ll be back soon. Love you, bye!” She said, running out the door before her aunt could object.

Daliah was her aunt yes, but ever since she was five she had been living in their house. Her mother and father where always so busy with the restaurant, and had little time to take care of such a growing child properly. So, her aunt offered to be a nanny of some sorts. She’s just never left.

Entering into the beautiful parks scenery, she sat herself comfortable underneath a beautiful oak tree, and opened her bag, pulling out a pencil and her sketch book in which she never went anywhere without. Glancing up from the pristine blank page, she tried to find a good scene to draw, but her eyes caught something else, her best friend Reece. Smiling, she began to sketch the girl who was sitting down with her nose so familiarly shoved in a book. It took her only a quick bit to sketch her in pencil.

Pushing herself up from the ground, she packed up her stuff back into her bag, and made her way over to the petite blonde girl, before sitting herself next to her, looking at the cover of the novel, she tilted her head to the side and let her chestnut brown hair fall over her shoulder. “Is that a new book?” She asked curiously.

Roman gave a deep laugh, and hugged him back. This was really helping his tough guy exterior. Walking along, he listened to his best friend, Liam, chatter along. Boy came and went, running after the stick Rome kept throwing for him when he brought it back. Rolling his eyes as Liam nudged him, he gave a small glance at him and said “I get all the bad ass girls, ones who will do anything. Need I remind you some find the way I am appealing?” In his regular deep tone. Pushing up his black sunglasses a bit more as they slipped on the bridge of his nose, he shrugged at the next question. “Ana’s good, still having trouble fitting in at school though.”

It was true. His kid sister was more odd out of the bunch. She, despite using some of the little kid lingo or ways of words, was rather intelligent. She wasn’t one to necessarily play with barbies or talk about doing hair, no, she wanted to talk about books or poetry, or about cool science facts no one her age understood. Hell, Roman had no idea what she babbled on about half the time.

“Mom’s trying to push her to be more like the other girls.” He scoffed a little upset. His Mom wasn’t really his favourite person. She tried to do what she thought was best, but what she thought was best was to help herself. She was a wealthy business woman, who saw Roman and Anastasia more as accessories or conversation pieces about how much of a nice person she was because she was a mother.

Pushing back all that was Roman and his wonderful life, his attention was grabbed by the play being put on. Romeo and Juliet, a classic. One that everyone in school was forced to read at one point in their life and to cry in unisons as the Childs love ended in such despair. It wasn’t Roman’s favourite play. Turning his attention back to Liam, he stated “I’m serious though, Romeo. Just find another girl, a nice one this time probably. You’ll forget about she-voldermort in no time.” Roman was silently pleased at himself for the nickname he just gave Rose.

Bellamy gave a small giggle at her friend. Just the thought of Reece on drugs was something that seemed out of this world. It wasn’t alien even, it was just... nonexistent. “Reece’s pieces,” she laughed, often giving dorky and random nicknames to her friends, “I’m sure your mother would notice! It would be hard not to. I just don’t think your mother worries too much about you getting into trouble like that; she knows how smart you are.” It was true, Reece was a bright young girl who almost never did anything wrong or anything to get into trouble. She was pure good.

Glancing over to see the pages of the fresh book, she read along, a small smile playing upon her soft face. Her hazel eyes flickered as she read from word to word.

Once finished, she smiled and said “You’ve really been into these romancy types of novels lately, haven’t you?” and studied her face for a second, before being taken aback by her next question. Laughing, Bellamy exclaimed “No of course you don’t look like a deer! Besides, the girl in the novel can’t be completely innocent. She blushed, and to quote Jean Jacques Rousseau, Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing. The girl in the novel just likes the boy. She’s more of a timid or shy puppy than anything. Also, deers can get quite aggressive and aren't super innocent.”

Glancing around the park, she noticed that it was a little bare, probably because it was still morning time. Old couples walked around, almost nostalgically; there were two boys who also walked along with a dog. In the theater, a play of Romeo and Juliet was showing, personally one of Bellamy’s favourites. But then again, if you where into the whole romance thing, it was hard for it not to be. Shifting her gaze back to Reece, she smiled, and pulled out her sketch book and showed her the just recent drawing she drew of Reece under the tree. “I hope you don’t mind, it was just an interesting image.” Bellamy said, pondering the lines of her own work. She still felt the urge to draw something else, but she didn’t know what. To be truthful, it might have been because of the nagging fact of her parents constantly trying to set her up with this boy, and Bellamy wanted to get her mind off the fact. It was a little like Juliet and Paris, now that Bell thought about it. Odd.