Hey guys, yes I am BACK. Honestly it has been a damn struggle. Finals are next week, I'm working on a huge ass project that will determine my final Econ grade and the people I work with won't help, I just got a new waitressing job, and writer's block has been KICKING. MY. ASS.

So unfortunately, this might, probably, most likely, be a short chapter.

But I am taking the time to write this out for you. I don't want to abandon all my stories like I did on my other channel. I'll probably write more one shots than anything, but there will probably be at least a multi-chapter story, or two, per fandom I write about. But my inspiration comes in bursts, so I write single fics.

Speaking of new fandoms, my friend got me into Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Aweeeee! It's such a cute show. But it's so fucking frustrating! How can she not tell it's Adrien by his hair? Or eyes? How can he not tell it's Marinette by her pigtails? Or her FUCKING VOICE?

Woah. Woah. Sorry there, heh. Just kinda gotta wonder, right?

Before I go into another rant, I present to you the second chapter of my Gnomeo and Juliet story. Ta-da!

Disclaimer: if I owned Gnomeo and Juliet would I still be in high school? No.


She didn't know how he did it, and she questioned him relentlessly. Gnomeo just brushed off her questions with, "Don't worry about it, Love."

Stealthy gnome.

She stood before it, admiring all the detail. It was so lifelike, but so small. Where he got it from, she'll never know. The outside was covered in burgundy bricks and tangled vines. The top was bent across the sides, made of some type of grey, rough looking material. She loved it, it was small enough to be modest, but it was still large by every means.

"Gnomeo, seriously, where on Earth did you find a house?!"

He smirked every time she asked, but his heart always melted when he saw how much she adored it. Just liked he adored her.

It was really nothing in his opinion. He went into the shed to find Juliet's dad some rope for the fence demolition, but he found something else, buried beneath soggy cardboard boxes and moldy Christmas tinsel.

It only took three and a half hours to get it out of the shed, twelve hours to reconstruct the damage it endured after all those years of being decomposed, and six hours to clean everything, refurnish, and plant.

Psh, totally nothing.

He watched her as she walked along the pebble- ahem, Stone path and gently walked up the three step stairs. The back of her hand glides along the wooden porch, relishing in the craftsmanship. The floorboards creak under her weight ever so slightly that she can hardly hear it. She nearly misses the swing and rocking chairs that reside on the other end of the porch.

She decides she wants to go inside. The door is some type of black, glossy wood. It's cold to the touch when she pushes it open. There's no doorknob yet, but she doesn't mind. As soon as she opens the door the room fills with light. The temperature rises slightly and Juliet can't help but be blown away.

This is her dream home. It's perfect.

Gnomeo almost falls over when she tackles him, telling him how she loves it.

Almost.

The rest of the day went uneventful, it mainly consisted of Gnomeo showing her the rest of their new home and unpacking. They know they should probably be over at one of the other gardens, but they're together now.

Live a little.

When Juliet checks the clock, it's half past six. "Gnomeo, let's go see how your Mum is. I haven't seen her in a while."

Gnomeo set down the bandana- ahem. Curtains, Gnomeo set down the curtains he was putting up. "That sounds like a nice idea. I've been meaning to catch up with some friends, and maybe you could see your dad."

She smiled, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

The couple made their way out of the house that they call home and twisted their way through the rest of the garden. They made it to the Alley Way, and it was a rather short trip from there.

The construction finally made its way to the blue garden, mixes of gnomes were working the sight. It didn't seem to interfere with everyday activities, though. Children were playing soccer and gnomes were hopping about.

"Lady Blueberry!"

The maiden looked up from her story. She had gotten into the habit of reading snippets from the daily. She rather liked the comics, but she'd never admit it.

"Juliet, Gnomeo, what a lovely surprise!" She smiled at the pair.

Juliet hugged the mother of her love and moved so he could do the same. It's been a few days since they've seen each other, he knows.

"Hey, love, I'm gonna go check on dad. You and your mum catch up, I'll be back later." Juliet pecked his cheek and hopped her way over to the other side of construction.

Lady blueberry noticed the faint blush that held onto her son's face. It warms her heart to know that he's happy and in love. It breaks it when she remembers she tried to tear him away from that happiness.

"I can hear your gears turning a mile a minute, Mum. What's on your mind?"

"I'm an old woman, Gnomeo. I tend to think quite a bit."

Gnomeo chuckled as his mother. No wonder where he got his personality. The two sat in the shade, watching the garden bustle and integrate with the red garden. It was hard for them to think that just last week they had all been sworn enemies, now they're children are already planning slumber parties.

Woah. The garden's children. As in other gnomes.

Gnomeo and Juliet were just not ready for that right now. Well, at least, that's the vibe he's getting from Juliet. Besides, they aren't even married.

Could you say scandalous?

"Everyone move! Now!"

The ground rattled and the sounds of splintering wood and ropes snapping filled the garden. Many gnomes scurried away from the fence, grabbing their possessions and such. Gnomeo grabbed his mother by her hand and hurriedly moved to the other end of the garden. Dust began to fly as the rickety fence finally collapsed.

They could still hear commotion at the Red garden.

"Juliet! No!"

Gnomeo's breath caught in his throat, along with his heart.

That was Lord Redbrick, yelling at his daughter when large chunks of wood and rubble collided with the ground of the Red garden.


How was it? Yes, yes, it was very short and for that I apologize. It doesn't help that I'm still using my phone for writing.

Again, I know, I am parting with ANOTHER cliffhanger. My inspiration has been dwindling with all the school finals I'm trying to study for. But I promise a soon as these next few weeks are over I will be updating much more frequently.

Well, I hope.

Thanks for reading (: