Summary: JuliePortmanAdam Triangle: They say first love never ends. But what happens when those remnants get in the way of plans for the future? Song Fic to Dire Straits Romeo and Juliet.

Author's Note: So, here it is, my first real extended Songfic. It'll be about 5 chapters. Hope it's enjoyed, it's a little Soapy, I did that on purpose. I mean, come on, it's based on a song that's inspiration is what would have happened if Juliet had dumped Romeo and gotten with Paris...HELLOOO!!

Disclaimer: Ducks go to Disney, Romeo and Juliet goes to Dire Straits and Mark Knophler.

First and Future: Part I: And I Forget

Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?

"Julie," Adam said, snapping her back to reality as they walked. She looked at him and smiled. "Where were you?"

"I just spaced out, Adam," She laughed. "Why, what were you saying?"

"Nothing important," He shook his head. "You've been spacing out a lot lately. Are you nervous about college apps?"

"I think nervous is the wrong word," Julie shrugged, "Preoccupied is better."

"Want to come over tonight?" He asked. "We can work on them together. Since we're applying to the same schools."

"That sounds perfect," She kissed him gently. She loved planning the future with Adam. Unfortunately with that planning came the inevitable revelries into the past and it seemed the more she tried to ignore it the more it closed in on her. "I should go, I left some stuff in my room. I'll meet you later."

"OK," He nodded. "Don't take off on me, huh?"

"Never," She laughed. "I love you, Adam."

"I love you too," He smiled and kissed her. She skipped off, still slightly delirious from her daydream.

"So, what babe?" She froze a few dozen yards later, at the voice, "Are we just not going to talk about it?" She turned and looked.

"Dean," She sighed, "I um, well," Two years ago she had been in love with Dean Portman. It was impossible for her not to be. Two weeks ago, lost in one of those revelries in the past she'd kissed him again. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He laughed, "I don't mind kissing you Julie. I do mind you kissing me, running away and ignoring me for two weeks. Mostly because it's so unlike you." She nodded. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," She said, "I'm fine, I've just been," She sighed, "Thinking, a lot lately."

"Thinking," He nodded, "Always risky." She could see from his fake seriousness he was mocking her.

"Shut up," She hit him in the chest with a light laugh.

"I don't have to pretend that hurts anymore," He smirked. She rolled her eyes. "Things are OK with Banks?"

"Yeah, things are fine," She said, "Great even. It's not about Adam."

"You're still going to follow him to whatever school's hockey team he decides is best?" He scoffed.

"It's not like that," She shook her head. He shrugged.

"The girl I went out with wanted the Ivy League." He said, "Now you're applying to Michigan."

"Michigan's a good school," She insisted, "I shouldn't have told you any of that."

"Michigan is a good school," He said, "But you deserve the best. You used to demand it." She looked down. "What happened to Brown? Princeton?"

"Adam and I are planning a life together," She argued. "Just because I have some idea of what I'm doing next year, what I'm doing with my future."

"His future," He said.

"It's the same," She looked at him. "We're together."

"Why did you kiss me?" He said simply. The way his big brown eyes were staring into her, she swallowed. "We broke up almost two years ago. We barely talk, but all of a sudden you throw yourself at me?"

"I don't know why I did it!" She looked at him. "I just was thinking about when we were together and I wanted to kiss you." He smiled. "What?"

"I knew my girl was still in there somewhere," He said and stepped closed to her. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed his lips against hers.

"Dean," She whispered, before falling what felt like head first into the kiss. "Oh, don't, please!"

"I've been thinking about us too," He murmured, nuzzling her neck. "The other day I thought about our first time." He kissed her gently, "Does he touch you like I used to, Julie?"

"It's different," She sighed. "But I do love him."

"And I'm just the guy who got you ready?" He whispered.

"No," She shook her head. "I don't see it that way, I loved you, so much Dean! But I burnt out on it. We were so young." He kissed her again. This time the kiss brought her back to two years ago, to their bodies intertwined in her parent's bed at her family's lake house back in Maine, the time they gave each other everything. "I have to go."

"Don't get lost again, OK?" He whispered. She nodded. "Here," He pulled a folder out. "This might help." She looked down at it as he walked away. She smiled and hugged it to herself. Brown University.

"Ready to go?" Adam said coming into Julie's doorway.

"Almost," She laughed, he walked in and closed the door and kissed her. "Adam," She laughed. He kissed her again. "I thought we were going to work on our apps?"

"We were," He nodded. They kissed again. "We haven't been together in a while." They kissed for a while. "I miss you Julie."

"Adam," She sighed, "I think we should just go." She picked up a few more papers. He came behind her and started kissing her neck.

"Why don't we have sex anymore?" He asked. She looked at him. "Since school started, we haven't."

"I've just been distracted," She shrugged. "Once I get my head on straight, I promise our sex life will go back to what it was." He nodded and saw the paper on top.

"Is that one new?" He asked, taking it off the pile.

"Yeah, I wrote it a couple weeks ago," She said casually, plucking it away, "I thought I'd put it in my portfolio."

"Let me see it," He said.

"No, I," She sighed, "It's not very good."

"So you're attaching it to your college applications?" He said, "That doesn't make much sense."

"Adam," She sighed, "Fine," She handed him the paper. He looked over the poem, entitled, First.

"Wow," He nodded, "You said you wrote this two weeks ago? Not years?"

"Adam," She whispered, "It's just memories. Honestly, college writing professors love stuff about losing your virginity."

"How can you put it out on paper like that?" He demanded. He looked at her and sighed, "I mean, When the sun goes down over the lake/I see what I gave for him to take/And what I took from him./The warmth which he will always give? You compare him to the sun in this."

"It's just a poem," She said. "It's strong imagery. That's how I remember it."

"I hate thinking about the fact that you were with him first," He mumbled. She looked at him.

"I'm not going to apologize for it!" She shook her head. "Do you apologize for the many girls you were with before we got together?"

"It was different," He said, "I wasn't,"

"You weren't in love with them," She nodded. "Yeah, that makes it worse, Adam, not better! I was deeply in love with Dean. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but I'm not sorry about the fact."

"Can you blame me?" He whispered, "For wanting to be the only guy you loved? Because I always loved you."

"I love you now," She sighed, "Isn't that the important part?"

"Aside from when we played confession before we slept together," He looked at her, "You've never talked about it." She looked down. "What's bringing up these memories now?"

"Nothing," She shook her head. "What do you think about Brown?"

"The color?" He said.

"No," She said, "For school, Brown University."

"You never mentioned Brown before," He said. "But if you want to apply there, we'll do it."

"I was thinking maybe," She sighed, "Maybe just me." He looked at her. "I mean, we're going to spend our whole lives together, but maybe four years on our own wouldn't be so horrible." She kissed him. "Right?"

"I'm gonna go before this gets any weirder," He said, "Because an hour ago, you were on board with us going to school together." She looked down. He stood up.

"Adam," She said, "Just, kiss me before you go." He kissed her gently, softly, but far from chastely. "I love you."

"I love you more," He whispered with a smile. "We'll talk tomorrow." Once she knew he was gone she stood up and walked down the stairs and knocked on a door.

"Twice in one day?" Dean smiled. "What did I do?" She kissed him. "Whoa."

"I want to be your girl again," She whispered, "I think I liked her better." They kissed deeply. "Make love to me." They kissed undressing each other and falling back onto his bed.

"What about the preppy?" He whispered.

"Don't worry about him," She shook her head. "I love you Dean, I've always loved you."

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time

Review Please. It's something a little different for me.