Authors note: this is the first chapter. please review :)

Disclaimer: I am obviously not Shakespeare or I would be a genius. the next chapter will be longer.

It was black my head-ached, I heard screaming then I opened my eyes! I was walking along the dark corridor, admiring the moonlight, the soft glow as it rested on furniture, and that was when I saw my unpleasant cousin. his horrible scowl, his eyes narrowed and his mop of manky brown hair hanging over his grey eyes, I lightly stepped around him, I hoped he wouldn't notice, I nearly screamed in shock, when he turned and grabbed my wrist "why are up so late?" he asked in his horrible tone.

"Why are you?" I asked through my gritted teeth. I twisted my arm, free of his tight grasp, I ran my feet cold against the stone, I needed air and I needed to get away from him. His horrid comments and his horrible personality. I was always frightened of him since I was three, I think it was because of his attitude, he is argumentative and violent, he never built just destroyed.

I remember when I was small, I saw him kill a bird, I remember how I cried, to the heartless this was stupid, but I was young and the bird was beautiful. I have always had my 'attitude' (That's what my parents tell me) I screamed at him and ran up the stairs and slammed the door.

I looked behind me, to check he wasn't following me I knew he wasn't and that was the reason I looked away so quickly, I glanced at his window and I saw him, his awful mouth was in a scowl as he turned and walked away.

While I was watching, I walked into someone and fell in the mud, I was blushing in embarrassed, then a smooth kind voice asked "do you need some help?" he held out a smooth clean hand, not daring to look higher, because I knew my cheeks were bright red, I gave him my hand small compared to his. "sorry I-" I began, as I looked up our eyes met and widened, as we realized who we were talking to, who we were being nice to and I took my hand back, It suddenly turned awkward between us, this was Romeo Montague, we were mortal enemies, since I was born I was told not to talk to him or his family, to loathe him just as they did. now I looked him in the eyes, I didn't see the devil just an average guy.

but I did as my parents taught me as I tore my eyes away from his soft ones, it took alot of effort, because they were mesmerizing, and I got up and flicked my hair soft curly hair. "No, I don't need any help from you!" I forcefully told him emphasizing on the you, I was pleased with how it was going until I tried to push past him, I tripped and he caught me. I glared at him, it wasn't part of my plan, to be honest I was stunned into silence, he had caught me as if expecting it.

he held his arms up in surrender, as a answer to my glare, and I fell into the mud,"it's not very gentlemanly to push ladies." I joked, then he smiled sensing the joke and said

"But I didn't push you, I let go of you, and Its your fault next time tell me what you want and we won't have that problem." He held out his hand offering to help me up and I remembered who he was and, I pushed the hand away. Why was he being so nice to me, we were meant to hate each other. Yet I didn't hate him, his friendly smile his soft eyes and his gentle tone.

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