Summary: When Romeo and Juliet took their lives all those years ago a curse was put on their souls. So that every few years, they are reborn and forced to repeat the tragic cycle. Now, several hundred years later, they are reborn again. But this time something is different, Juliet is remembering her past lives. Can she change it so that she and Romeo can finally live happily ever after? Or is it destined to end in tragedy like it has so many times in the past?

Disclaimer: I do not own Romeo and Juliet. But I do own the plot.

"For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Jake lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He didn't want to get up, did not want to face another day knowing that his dear Annabeth did not love him.

"Jacob Romeo Blake!" His mother's shrill voice interrupted his thoughts. "You have been in there the whole weekend! You get your lazy ass out of that damn room of yours or I will be forced to break down this door!"

Jake sighed. His mother was so over dramatic at times.

"Jake." Jake heard the soft voice of his cousin, Brandon, through the door. "C'mon man, you have to get out of there sometime. At least open the door."

Jake hesitated. On one hand maybe Brandon was the best choice for talking about this. He could have some good advice on how to win over Annabeth or how to get over her. On the other hand it would require him getting out of bed.

As he was contemplating over which decision would be better, the door to his bedroom swung open revealing Brandon. He was dressed in a gray button down shirt and faded jeans ripped at the knees. His long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck and his brown eyes were filled with concern for his cousin and best friend. He made his way through piles of clothes all over the floor and finally sat on the edge of Jake's bed.

Jake sat up and leaned against his headboard. "How'd you get in here?"

Brandon smiled and held up a small screwdriver. "Picked the lock. Now are you going to tell me what the hell is wrong with you?"

Jake sighed. "I'm in love."

"So?" Brandon asked. "What's so bad about being in love?"

"Being in love with someone who doesn't love you!" Jake collapsed back under the covers. He would be just fine staying there for the rest of his life.

Brandon pulled the covers off of him and opened the curtains on the window to allow the light to cascade in. "Look, cousin, it's a brand new day! Full of joy and possibilities and new loves! Why don't you try enjoying it?"

Jake sat up, blinking in the bright sunlight. "Fine I'll try. But I won't promise you anything."

Brandon nodded. "Trying is all I ask."

I awoke to the dim light of candle light. I blinked back the last bit of sleep nagging at my brain and I looked around, forgetting for a moment where I was. And then I remembered: I was in the mausoleum. Romeo was coming for me. Romeo. At the thought of that beloved name I sat up so quickly my head spun and I quickly looked around, looking for my Romeo. It was then I happened to look down and the sight I saw made me scream in horror. Romeo, my Romeo, lay dead at my feet. I frantically hopped from my resting place and examined his body, hoping that I was only being paranoid. But, glinting in the light, I saw a small bottle clutched in his hand. Poison. I tried to drink from the bottle, only to find that there was nothing left. He had taken it all. I small sob escaped from my throat as I stroked his soft brown hair away from his face.

"Juliet! Juliet!" Friar Laurence ran into the mausoleum. He froze when he saw Romeo's dead body. "Dear God," He crossed himself and muttered a quick prayer. He then ran to my side and tried to pull me away from my love. "My dear Juliet we must leave now!"

Something snapped inside of me. "No!" I screamed and punched and kicked at the Friar. How could he even think about trying to take me away from my Romeo? He quickly released me and I rushed back to Romeo's side.

"If that is what you wish." The Friar left without another word. I didn't notice.

How was I expected to live when my only reason for existing was dead? My eyes fell to a dagger in it's sheath attached to Romeo's waist. I slowly pulled it from it's sheath. The light shined off of the deadly weapon, as if encouraging me to use it. In the very back of my mind I could hear that people were coming, wondering why a mausoleum would be open at this time of night. Without a second thought I plunged the dagger into my chest and fell across Romeo, my first and only love's, chest, letting sweet death take me.

Dana's eyes flew open and she sat up in her bed, panting heavily. She had been having such weird dreams these past few days. It's probably just the stress of the party next week, she thought to herself. But for some reason she couldn't get the image of the boy from her dream out of her head. Like she knew him from somewhere. But that was impossible.

"Dana!"

Her nanny, Marie, called from the other room. She was an older woman, with gray hair in a high bun. Her ruffled dress bounced with her body as she ran into the room.

"Dana your mother would like a word with you...did you just get up?" Marie asked, just now noticing that Dana was still in bed.

Dana shook her blonde hair as she climbed out of bed. "I'm a teenager, you should expect these things from me." She teased.

Marie shook her head, unamused. "Hurry up and get dressed! You know how your mother hates it when you sleep in like this!" As she talked she ran over to my closet and grabbed a pair of black dress pants and a nice white blouse.

Dana started pushing her nanny out of her room. "Okay Marie."

"And brush your hair! It looks like a rat died in it."

"Okay Marie." Dana pushed her out the door and shut it.

"And don't forget to talk to your mother!" She heard Marie's muffled voice come from outside the door.

"I won't!" Dana chuckled softly to herself and looked at the clothes Marie had left out for her. She immediately through them haphazardly into her closet and instead grabbed a jean skirt and red camisole and she made her way downstairs to find her mother.

People were running around the glorious mansion, carrying party decorations to every room. In the midst of this she found her mother, giving orders as usual.

"Mom!" Dana called and ran to her.

"Dana." Mrs. Livingston was a beautiful woman, with long flowing blonde hair that went down her waist and piercing green eyes, all traits that Dana got from her. "Where have you been? I have been calling for you for an hour now."

"Well I'm here now." Dana said.

Mrs. Livingston sighed. Her daughter never really knew when and when not to be serious. "I was going to talk to you about-"

The high pitched ding of Dana's cell phone interrupted her. Dana glanced down at her phone in her pocket but left it be.

Mrs. Livingston rolled her eyes. "Go ahead and answer it."

Dana immediately took out her phone and read the text message from her friend Lily: Hey grl! U still coming to the fair? There's a fortune teller here and she is AMAZING!

Dana glanced at her mother and sent a text back: As soon as I can.

"Go on." Mrs. Livingston said.

"What?" Dana asked, confused.

"Go on to the fair. I know that's what you were talking about." Mrs. Livingston said, a slight smile on her lips. "We can talk later."

Dana smiled and kissed her mother on her cheek. "Thanks. You're the best."

Mrs. Livingston chuckled. "I know." She then turned her attention back to the servants. "No, no, a little more to the left!"

Dana quickly ran outside to get her car before her mother could change her mind.

A/N: My first Romeo and Juliet story...what do you guys think? This idea popped into my head a few days ago and I wanted to write it down. Please review!