Anyways, you know the drill. I do not own theses characters, only the idea behind this story.
...For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo...
As soon as his eyes shut, another's opened. Romeo awoke in his bedroom not eager to greet the morning. He got up, walked over to the kitchen to fix some breakfast and couldn't help but thinking that something was missing. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was just not right with his life. Once he finished breakfast and cleaned up, he got ready to leave and meet up with his parents at their home. He arrived at the mansion he used to call home to go over the details of starting his first day of work with his father at the firm. Romeo's receiving his master's in criminal defense overjoyed his family to death. Two thousand six was the year that Romeo Montague was going to start to follow in his father's footsteps.
Romeo, although he loved the major he had chosen, wasn't completely satisfied with the choices he had made in life. High school was one long road he wished he could go back and repave. Peer pressure from being the son of one of the richest men in the county plagued every step he took. If it weren't for just a handful of great friends and cousins, he would not have made it to graduation. For his first four years of college, he learned to be more confident with himself, but that still didn't change some of his unruly ways, especially since his friends behind him were somewhat encouraging him to be mischievious. Girls were just like potato chips to him; you could never have just one. It wasn't until his final year before he graduated to get his master's degree that a girl caught his eye; a girl that he wanted to be with possibly forever--Rosaline.
She captivated his eyes and only his eyes because he never heard her speak a word. He never saw her do anything but walk past him and his friends. When the guys learned of his crush, they immediately mentioned that Rosaline was the cousin of his father's competitor back home. Romeo then had to decide which was more important, his family or some silly little crush. No matter, he could still look at her from afar and admire. His eyes gravitated to the way her hips moved when she walked, and how happy she always looked while she was talking amongst her friends. Rosaline, he loved the way her name would just roll off his tongue when he spoke of her. She made him want to purchase the finest bouquet of red roses to place on her doorstep to let her know that she was loved. But, he would never get that chance.
As soon as graduation was completed, Romeo packed up his things and headed back to Los Angeles. Settling into his own apartment didn't take long. Benvolio, Romeo's cousin, also joined in on the expenses by moving in. For the summer, the two guys hit the clubs every weekend to see what conquest they could conquer next. Benvolio was more of a ladies' man than Romeo, but the two never failed to bring women back to their apartment. Finally, on the very day that Romeo was to start work at the firm, he came upon the realization that he only wanted one woman in his life. Looking back on the things he had done with women sent him into a deep despair. "What if there is no woman for me," he thought. "What if she's heard about my past and reputation? Will she forgive me and still want to be with me?"
His first days working at the firm, all he got were stares from his fellow co-workers. They couldn't wait to see if the boss's son could hold up to the company's standards. Romeo became an introverted person upon taking the role of vice-president of the company. Work kept his mind busy, but there was nothing to keep his heart busy. Sure he cared about the clients he was defending, but they weren't going to be there for him in his time of need. Romeo went to sleep every night hearing his cousin just in the other room romancing another girl and dreaming about the day that he would meet his angel. Yet in his dreams, he was haunted by the image of a women and her name--Juliet. The image of her stabbing herself in the chest with a dagger haunted his dreams every night.
