a/n: okay so this will be my first story that is based off of something, all my other stories that I have written so far, are from my own depraved mind. Okay so this is based off of romeo and juilet, it had my own twist and turns, though so its not the same story over, and over, its you know origional.

Okay so first things first, who's gonna be who.

Romeo: Danny Fenton

Juliet: Sam Manson

Tybalt: dash Baxter

Mercutio: tucker Foley

Father Lawrence: Mr. Lancer

Fulgencio Capulet: Jeremy Manson

Capulet's wife: Pamela Manson

Ted Montague: jack Fenton

Montague's wife: Maddie Fenton

The nurse: Ida Manson (Sam's grandma)

Rosaline Capulet: Paulina Sánchez

Dave parris: gregor/Elliot

Caption prince: Kwan

Apothecary: Valerie grey

Benvolio: Ethan long (my oc)

Friar John: mikey

So I know what you're thinking, if there not on this list there not in it, no true jazz is in it, I told you it's not gonna be identical to shakesphere. It is set in that time though, but the I'm using my own words so I'm not just copying the play and changing the names so, yeah if that's what you were worried about. Stop worrying.

Alright so here's the twist though, this isn't going on right now, it's modern times, and a modern day descendant of jazz, and tucker is reading the tragic, tail out of jazz's journal to her ex-husband, so you ready.

Chapter one: the leather book

Over looker's pov

Tan heals clicked down the hallway of amity park hospital. A young girl of 38, walked briskly down the hallway, her wavy borderline curly reddish hair swung with her, and her green eyes looked, dull as if she had been through a lot.

The girl smoothed her black, business skirt and mad sure her teal shirt was properly tucked in. she smoothed her unruly hair down, as she pressed the black book she held firmly into her side. Her heels continued to click until she reached her destination.

"Excuse me miss, this is a private area, family only." The girl turned to face the somewhat heavy set nurse, with bright blond hair, with a slight tip of gray to it. Her scrubs were a plain brown, color, and all in all she looked like a Betty crooker type.

"I am family, I'm heading to 515 5o see my… err husband." The woman stated leaving out the fact that the pair was divorced. She was shocked that she had even come here. After all he put her through, why was she still in his corner.

He had given her sure hell on wheels, and yet here she was in his corner. Upon seeing the young woman's brisk attitude the nurse pressed no further, and allowed the woman to proceed on to her ex-husbands room.

"512, 513, 514" the woman whispered to herself counting down, the room numbers, until she reached ex-husbands room. She hadn't seen the man for months; it had been 4 months prior that she had gotten the call of her husband condition, although it had shaken the woman quite a bit, she still could not bring herself to see him.

The way he had treated her still stung, the pair were high school sweet hearts, they had known each other since, preschool, and had begun dating around 9th grade, and naturally they had gotten married directly after high school, and had a long damn near 20 years together.

Until boom completely left field, he left her for a mistress, that she didn't even know he had, rose Carrington, was devastated. Carrington had been her name for 19 years, since she was 18, and Kenneth had taken it all away.

He had stripped her of her name, and her husband, he had taken half of her away , and taken her very beating heart with him. She didn't know why she had come here to be with him, keep him company, when no one else would, but she did.

For whatever reason, she would, come and try to keep him company in what could possibly his last days. Finally the woman reached the door, pulling the knob and opening it. The man turned his head toward the door, shocked at who had come.

The was an orphan, and an only child, he was really always a loner, so the only friend he had died, in a car crash two years prior. He had been left to rot, once he had fallen ill. "Rosé alee" the man said his voice horse, the girl nodded grimly, not finding the words to speak, she walked over toward his bed, and went and sat in the chair beside him."h-how are you, um Kenny" the girl said dryly, but the man smiled. Shortly after leaving his wife, he had realized what he had had, and realaised how in love he was with her.

He of course attempted to leave, his mistress, but she wasn't gonna let him go that easy, hence the reason he man was in the hospital, she injected him with some rare cell eating bug, and it was slowly killing him.

The man was and spent, and it even stirred a bit of pity in the woman's eyes. "I um thought I'd come and read an old family story to you." The woman said holding up the black leather book, and the man smiled. "I don't care what you do, you could curse me out, and for all I care I'm just glad you're here."

The man said still using, his little bit of strength to smile at the woman he had fallen in love with long ago. "God knows I've thought about it, but I thought it best just to read to you." The girl said not daring to look him in the eyes.

She opened the book, looking down at the man. "This is a journal my ancestor, jasmine Fenton kept, about the tragic tale of her brother, and his lover's demise." "A love story" the man said smirking, not daring to look in the woman's eyes.

"In one way or the other yes…" the girl stated cryptically as she opened the book her eyes, scanning the page cautiously "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 5 a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; whose misadventure piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, 10 Which, but their children's end, naught 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…"

The girl paused to take a breath "my brother and our cousin Ethan, and fair tucker, had left they said that they shall go on to fight, sir Manson's family. That is what they did…" the girl said reading the words off the page.

"This seems like a very interesting story." The man said weekly, looking up at the woman before for him. "that it is, Kenny that it is."

(a/n: okay so this is the prologue, it's not gonna be my oc reading jazz's journal the whole time, were actually gonna see the characters act it out, think the notebook, you see him read and and they show the events so in that reguard, it will be somewhat like that. I know the this chanpter was somewhat week, but it will get better I promise in the next scene, we will actually see what's going on in fair Verona, instead of my oc reading it.