A/N: Okay, here you are about to read my little story. Originally this was a twist to a piece by Shakespeare and may very well still be. But just to warn you, the plot may change. I don't know where this is headed but I just wanted everyone to know that it was inspired by Romeo and Juliet.

I think I was supposed to post this on FictionPress but I think it'll be all right here. After all its fanfiction for a play

Enjoy!

A Coincidence

Romeo glanced at the trembling figure sitting in the passenger's seat. Her whimpers echoed through out the small vehicle and he pleaded to himself that she would stop. He hated seeing her this way; distraught and confused with tears marring her beauty. The sparkle that usually reflected from her brown irises had long burned out along with the spirit of her charming smile.

"Is this the right place?" He asked pulling his car into the vacant driveway of a yellow house with shutters of country blue. The raven-haired girl slowly nodded her head but made no attempt to leave.

Romeo turned off the ignition, well aware that this might take awhile. After all, a woman scorned was a fragile creature who could resort to violence if not handled carefully and with caution. They sat there in a comfortable silence- except for her occasional sob- until she finally let out a deep sigh and turned towards him, truly acknowledging his presence for the first time.

She studied him, wondering why this all too familiar stranger had helped her. She'd seen him around campus, goofing with his friends or glimpsed him from her seat in one of her classes as he rushed off through the hall to his own class after the bell had given it's last warning. He caught sight of her through the corner of his eye, unable to bear her curious stare any longer. Their eyes held each other, an understanding passing between them. Then she hopped out of the car, shutting the door behind her without a word and bounded up the porch steps and into the house.

He waited until he saw a flicker of light through one of the front windows before restarting the engine and driving away, all the while thinking of the raven-haired girl with brown sparkling eyes.

The cafeteria bustled. Romeo sat alone at one of the circular tables in a far corner of the large room. He still couldn't get her off his mind. There was just something about her. He loved the way her long, wavy hair flowed over her shoulders. He loved the contrast between her pale skin and dark eyes. He loved the way her smile reached her eyes before it touched her lips. He loved everything about her, yet he didn't even know who she was. Not really. Was it just a crush? Or did love really exist at first sight? He had no explanation for it. But was there ever one when it came to true love?

The chair across from him slid out from its place under the table and a slender body sank down into it, leaning her elbows on the table. He glanced up into brown eyes. Eyes that were no longer red and puffy, but dancing with that sparkle he loved so much.

"Hi," She said cheerfully. She absently twirled a strand of her still wet hair from that morning's shower around the index finger of her left hand and studied him, as she found herself often doing lately.

The youth before her shifted uncomfortably in his seat, darting his eyes around as he avoided hers. "Hi," He returned the greeting.

She smiled at him. She hated to admit it, but he was adorable when planning his escape from an awkwardness he wanted to evade. He had dark curling hair and deep green eyes. A chiseled jaw lined his face, which had obviously been passed down from generation to generation in his family. He was actually very attractive and she had been surprised when she learned he had no girl to speak of.

She placed her gaze on the table and decided to save him from that awkwardness she sensed he was feeling in the pit of his stomach and get down to the business she had come to discuss. "I just wanted to thank you. For bringing me home last night and all. You really didn't have to. I'm still wondering why you did, but it doesn't matter. I'm just glad you were there."

She peeked up at him to find that he was intently staring at her. She immediately averted her eyes, hoping that her naturally rosy cheeks weren't converting into a bright crimson. He smiled now, no longer fearing a silence that might fall between them.

"It was no trouble. I was headed home anyway and have to ride down your street to get there."

The silence did fall on them and she began clucking her tongue against the inside of her cheek, a gesture she often took part in when not sure of what to say. She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. "I'll catch you later."

"Sure thing." He replied, smiling at her.

She walked a few feet away then returned to the table extending her hand. "I'm Juliet by the way."

"Romeo."

Her lips curled as their hands met. "What a coincidence. It's nice to meet you, Romeo."

"You too." She walked off, steeling one glance at him from across the room when she had seated herself at a table crowded with several giggling girls, and gave him a warm smile. How strange it was. He had lost a Rosalind, commonly known as René Reynolds, only to find his Juliet.