A/N: I fell so deeply in love with this movie and was really disappointed to see hardly any fics about it! So, I decided to write this fic the way I would've had the movie go.. I do hope you enjoy and please let me know if you do. Thanks! Rachel.
Summary: What would've happened if Tybalt hadn't been in the alley? And Benny had stayed silent before he ran? My twist on this loveable story, right from the beginning! AU (sort of).
Gnomeo & Juliet - Sparks Fly.
Prologue
Gnomeo Montague's life was good.
The blue garden, whom he belonged too, was one of the most beautifully designed gardens on Verona Drive.
Juliet Capulet's life was good.
The red garden, whom she belonged too, was one of the most vibrant and exquisite gardens on Verona Drive.
The red and blue garden sat next to each other on Verona Drive. Its occupants, Mr. Capulet and Ms. Montague despised each other. The leaders of the red and blue garden's, Lord Redbrick and Lady Blueberry, followed suit. No gnome from either garden understood how the feud began but they understood that they must do whatever they could to sabotage the opposing garden. They were raised to appose the other colour, to hate and to fight against anything that colour stood for. They never questioned the reason behind the feud, it just existed to them. The feud was part of their lives and they believed that that would not change.
To the daughter of Lord Redbrick and the son of Lady Blueberry, the feud meant nothing more than triumphing over the other garden. It was a matter of pride, of honour and of loyalty. The feud was not questioned.
An exotic white flower grew on the greenhouse adjacent to the blue and red fence that contrasted so violently.
Gnomeo Montague's life was good.
When not helping his mother, Lady Blueberry, with tending to the garden, he would race. The adrenaline brought to him by speeding down the back alley on a lawnmower thrilled him. It was just another way to prevail over the reds.
Juliet Capulet's life was good.
When not under the gaze of her over-protective father, Lord Redbrick, she would roam the red garden freely, looking out with sharp eyes for anything in the red garden that could put the blue garden to shame. It was just another way to prevail over the blues.
Gnomeo Montague and Juliet Capulet lives were good.
However, both Gnomeo and Juliet were blissfully unaware of destiny. The exotic white flower that grew opposite to their gardens would soon show them both just how great their lives could really be, not as Gnomeo Montague and Juliet Capulet.
But as Gnomeo and Juliet.
A/N: Short and sweet to begin with but do not fear, there shall be more...