This story is going to have MAJOR FLUFF... so if you like that kind of stuff, this is the perfect fanfic 4 u! I had this idea the other day and I was so proud of it! But, anyways, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight OR Romeo and Juliet... They belong respectively to the equally brilliant Stephenie Meyer and William Shakespeare.

Chapter 1:

The Auditions

I ran down the slippery sidewalk toward Forks High School. Normally, the words "I," "run," and "slippery sidewalk" would never be used in the same sentence. It would usually end up with the me falling flat on my face. But I was desperate.

Ever since I was a baby, I have wanted to act. That was my dream. So when I found out that my new school was performing Romeo and Juliet, I was ecstatic. This was my big chance to show everybody what I was made of. I was going to go for the role of Juliet... a long-shot, but I knew that I had what it takes.

Unfortunately, I was late for the auditions. Very late. I had thought that they were being held tomorrow, but I found out that I was wrong. And the auditions had been going on for about two hours now.

It had stopped raining for once and I thanked God that I wouldn't be drenched for the audition as I ran through the front doors of the school. I skidded to a halt in front of the auditorium doors and attempted to steady my breathing.

After a few seconds, I opened the double doors. As soon as I walked in, I was hit with a wave of relief, because I knew that I had made it just in time.

"Do I have anymore Juliets?" Mrs. Arther called out as people began to get up from their seats. "Anyone?"

"Me, Mrs. Arther," I called from the other side of the auditorium, running down the isle to meet her. "I would like to audition."

"Oh, yes, of course," she said, scribbling something down on her clipboard. "You're just in time, dear, we were about to wrap it up."

"Thank-you, I'm sorry I'm late," I apologized.

"Don't worry about it." She wrote something else on her clipboard. "What is your name?"

"Isabella Swan."

"Alright, I would like you to get up on stage, and I would like to test your knowledge on the play."

"Ok," I answered, stepping up onto the stage. I took a deep steadying breath. The nerves were kicking in now. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"Now," Mrs. Arther said, putting on her glasses, "Recite the second half of the sonnett that Juliet says in Act I scene V." She looked up expectantly.

Being my overprepared self, I had alredy memorized all of Juliet's lines, and I knew exactly what part she was talking about. They are the first words that Juliet speaks to Romeo.

I closed my eyes to go over it in my head again, and began to recite the lines. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

A few of the kids that had gotten up to leave sat back down to watch my audition. They all had interested looks on their faces.

"Impressive," Mrs. Arther said, nodding her head in approval. "You are the only one who got that part right. Have you memorized the play?"

"Juliet's lines more than the others," I answered honestly.

"Very good. Could you now recite to me your favorite quote from the play? It doesn't have to be one of Juliet's lines."

I thought for a moment. How could I pick a favorite line from one of Shakespeare's greatest works? "My favorite would probably be from the Prologue," I finally said.

"Go ahead, dear," she said sweetly.

I cleared my throat. "From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, whose misadventures piteous overthrows doth with their death bury their parent's strife."

She smiled. "And why did you choose that as your favorite?"

"I guess because it summarizes the entire story."

She looked thoughtful. "We're through here, darling," she said as she stood with her trusty clipboard in hand.

"That's it?" I replied enthusiastically. I never thought that it would be that fast.

"I've seen all that I needed to see."

I wondered if she meant that in a good way or a bad way. I hoped for the first.

"Mrs. Arther, wait," I called as she turned to walk away. I jumped off the stage to stand in front of her. "How many tried out for Juliet?" I wanted to know how much competition I had.

"A good bit," she said smiling. "Don't tell anyone that I told you this, but you were the best by far. I think it's safe to say that you will be our new Juliet."

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. "Thank-you so much!" I said, hugging her.

"You're welcome, dear," she said tenderly. "Have a nice day."

"Oh, wait, one more thing," I said. I hesitated. "Who tried out for Romeo?"

She probably noticed the nervous edge in my voice. "Oh, yes, I imagine you would be curious about that. Only two people tried out for him, actually. Michael Newton and umm..." she paused to lok at the paper on her clipboard, "... Edward Cullen."

"Oh."

"You have nothing to worry about, darling, they are both very good looking," she said with a wink. She turned and headed for the double doors. "The official results will be posted tomorrow," she called over her shoulder. I was now the only one left in the huge auditorium.

I knew Mike Newton. Oh boy, did I know Mike Newton. He was only the snobbiest, stuck-up, pig-headed student in the entire school. Of course he would try out for the lead role. He craved constant attention.

I had never heard of Edward Cullen. I hoped that he was good looking, like Mrs. Arther said, but you could never trust a fifty year old woman's definition of good looking. Even if he wasn't exactly handsome, though, I would definately prefer kissing him on-stage over Mike Newton.

I sighed and got back up on the stage, looking around the gigantic room. So this was where I would be preforming. I wondered if, by some small chance, I would get recognized through this play. I dreamed of being a famous actress more than anything. I was still in the day dreaming phase of my life, but one way or another, I was going to make that dream a reality. And the first step was this play.

I sat on the edge of the stage, watching my feet swing back and forth as I day dreamed. I was so preoccupied, that I didn't even notice when someone approached.

"Hello," said a smoothe, velvety voice.

I jumped, and my hand flew to my heart in surprise. "Oh! You scared..." I trailed off. Because I was now looking at the most handsome boy I had ever seen.

He had the most gorgeous green eyes, and the strangest shade of red hair. He was tall and I could see defined muscles through his button up shirt. His features were angular and perfect, his nose, his jaw line, and his lips...

He would put any male model to shame... and he would practically bury Mike Newton.

"I'm sorry that I startled you," he said politely. His voice flowed like honey, and he had perfect articulation.

It was then that I realized that I was staring at him like a freaking idiot, with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide. I clamped my mouth shut and looked down. "It's ok," I answered quietly.

"I saw your audition," he said, obviously trying to start a conversation. Why he was trying to start one with someone like me, I'll never know.

"Oh really?" I said, still flustered.

He laughed. It was such a musical sound. Maybe I should become a comedian just to hear him laugh more often. "Yes, I did. You were very good."

I blushed, something that I did alot. "Thank-you," I replied, still looking down.

He took a few long strides toward me and held out his hand. "I'm Edward Cullen."

My heart stopped, and then picked up speed double time. So this was the infamous Edward Cullen. The other boy who tried out for Romeo. The one who, potentially, I would kiss on stage. I took his hand in mine and smiled at how they fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces.

"And you must be Isabella?" he pressed. He probably thought that I was retarded at this point.

"Bella," I nodded.

He finally let go and leaned against the stage next to where was sitting. "So you tried out for Juliet?" he inquired innocently.

"Yes," and I was currently thanking God that I had made it on time to the audition. "And you tried out for Romeo?" I asked, feigning noninterest. I failed miserably.

"Yes. " He paused to look up at me. "And I certainly hope that I get the part," he said sincerely, with a dazzling crooked smile that made my heart melt. His words were innocent enough. Anyone could have said them. But I couldn't help but wonder if he meant something more.

"I hope I get the part, too," I said casually.

"I know that you got the part. I saw your audition. And weren't you listening to Mrs. Arther?" he said smiling.

"What?"

"She told you that you were going to get the part."

"How did you hear?" I asked curiously.

"The auditorium was built for sound to carry, Bella."

My heart flew as he said my name.

"I've never seen you here before," he said suddenly. "When did you move here?"

"A couple of months ago," I answered. "You've probably seen me before."

"I would have remembered you," he said with certainty. I smiled at his words.

"So how long have you gone here?"

"I moved to Forks two years ago from Alaska."

"You lived in Alaska?" I breathed, intrigued.

"Yes, with some old family friends. And where did you move from?"

"Pheonix, Arizona," I said. I marveled at how our old homes were complete opposites. Sunny Arizona and icy Alaska.

"Do you get homesick?" He sounded like he was genuinely curious.

"Sometimes," I answered honestly. "But I'll get used to it."

"Why did you move?"

I proceeded in telling him all about how my mother, Renee, remarried to a man named Phil and I moved to Forks to stay with my father, Charlie, who is the police chief in Forks. My mother missed Phil because he traveled around so much. He played baseball for a living. She couldn't travel with him because she had me to look after. So I decided to take myself off of her hands.

I was surprised at how easily I could talk to him, besides being momentariy dazed whenever he smiled. I had never told anyone the real reason behind my dicision to move to Forks.

We must have talked for an hour as he told me about his family and how he was adopted, along with his two brothers, Emmett and Jasper. He told me about his parents, Esme and Carlisle, and how they lived in Denali, Alaska for a large portion of their lives with some old family friends.

Finally, he looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed.

"You have to get home?" I asked solemnly.

He nodded, with an equally glum expression on his face. I looked down. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes." He took my hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart soared. "I'll be looking forward to tomorrow," he said quietly.

I blushed. Again. "Bye." I watched him as he walked away.

Bye. He said I'll be looking forward to tomorrow and the brilliant response I come up with is bye. Wow. But even though I didn't say it, I was thinking it... I would definately be looking forward to tomorrow.

YAY the first chapter! Let me know if you liked it!

And also, I will be open to ideas that you guys have for extra fluffiness. Let me know!

Mandy