A/N: Sorry it took so long to get up! It's hard to translate old English into understandable phrases in today's language… Here's chapter 2 of "StarCrossed Lovers: the True Story of Romeo and Juliet". If you haven't guessed already, I'm updating everything… language and all… I worked really hard updating this. Seriously! Just ask TiffanyPhantom or Miko in Training. Please read and review! No flames!

Chapter 2: Depression

Jazz ran off to Danny to find out why he was depressed. Puberty had been good to Danny. He had messy black hair, and deep sky blue eyes. He was wearing boot-cut blue jeans, hiking boots, a skin-tight black shirt that showed off his abs and a blue denim jacket.

"Morning, little brother" Jazz said with perkiness.

"Is the day so short? It just turned nine. Sad hours seem long." Danny said with no emotion in his voice.

"What depression makes your hours seem long? Are you in love?" Jazz said putting her hands on her knees.

"In her favor, yes I am in love…" Danny said putting his right arm to his head looking to the sky. (A/N this is as close to today's language I can get it… This one line almost drove me insane trying to update it…)

Danny looked towards where the fight broke out. "What fight happened? It has a lot to do with hate, but more with love." Danny said as Jazz started cracking up. "Oh fighting love, oh loving hate…" Danny then noticed Jazz laughing hysterically. "ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?"

Jazz slowly stopped laughing, wiping a tear from her eye. "No. I'd rather cry at your own oppression."

Danny went back to ranting "Love is a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes… a sea fed with lovers' tears… a sickness." Danny stopped as he noticed Jazz doubled over laughing. With an annoyed look, Danny turned around and started to walk off. "See-ya."

He stopped as Jazz grabbed his wrist. "You won't do me any favors by leaving."

"I'm not Danny. He's somewhere else." Danny said emotionlessly.

"Tell me with sadness who you love" Jazz said with worry edging into her voice.

"She has sworn off love. That's why I live dead."

"Forget her than. There are other girls"

"A man made blind can't forget what he lost!" Danny said half-yelling. "You can't teach me to forget. Bye Jazz." Danny said as he walked off.

Meanwhile, Jeremy Manson was talking with Dash Baxter and the Manson servant outside on the sidewalk. Dash was wearing dress pants, a button-up white shirt, and a red and white letterman jacket. The servant was wearing a knee-length green skirt, a white blouse, green high heels and glasses.

"So Mr. Manson, what do ya say?" asked Dash as they walked across the crosswalk,

"My girl is a stranger to the world. She hasn't seen how it's changed in sixteen years." Jeremy said with a hint of sorrow.

"Girls younger than her are happy mothers." Dash replied slyly.

"Woo her Dash. Get her heart. My will to her consent is only a part. Tomorrow, I'm holding a feast, where I've invited a lot of people." Jeremy said shifting his attention to his servant following. "Go find these people on the list. Tell them about my feast and that they're welcome to come." He said handing her a list.

She walked of with the list in hand to get her task accomplished. She accidentally crossed her feet and tripped, crashing to the ground with a loud crash as her glasses fell off and smashed.

She looked up and saw a hand extended to help her back up. She got up and looked at none other than Danny and Jazz.

"Sir, can you read this for me?" She asked looking at her shattered glasses.

A few minutes late…

"A feast? Where should they go?" Danny asked. He was helping her complete her task while she went and ordered new glasses.

"To our house." She said with a smile.

"Whose house?"

"My master is the great rich Manson. If you aren't a Fenton, you can come." She said before walking off to order new glasses.

Jazz saw something half-hanging out of Danny's pocket. She quickly snatched it revealing a picture of Paulina.

She pointed to the picture. "At that same feast will be the Paulina you love so much!" Jazz said as she started to run from Danny who was chasing her yelling, "Do you know how many Internet collectibles I had to trade to get that?"

"Let's see how your love for her compares with the others there that I'll show you there" Jazz said giggling.

Danny ran and tackled her to the ground snatching the photo back and shoving it back into his pocket. "I'll go only to show you that won't happen!"

In the Manson Mansion…

"Ida, where's my little girl?" Pamela Manson asked her mother-in-law.

"How should I know?" Ida asked answering a question with a question. Ida was in her seventies, but didn't let it stop her from having fun. She was a small woman in typical grandma clothes riding a small electric scooter constantly.

"Who wants me?" a girl with shoulder-length black hair and amethyst eyes asked sounding really annoyed. The girl was an obvious Goth from just a glance. Her hair was down with the exception of a small ponytail at the top. She wore a black tube top, black finger-less gloves, black boot-cut hip-hugging jeans, black wristbands with spikes, a black choker with spikes, and silver-tipped black combat boots. (A/N: IT'S SAM! Finally…)

"Your mother." Ida stated with a hint of annoyance

"Mom, what do you want?" Sam asked leaning against the doorway she just appeared from behind.

"I'm here for a 'private' conversation. Ida, you can stay" Pam said with a certain sternness. "Sam's a pretty age now."

"Tomorrow she'll be sixteen. How she's grown since the earthquake thirteen years ago." Ida said going into her memories. (A/N: yes. I'm skipping the flashback from the original story because it isn't important. :P)

Ida laughed at her memories.

"Be quiet, Ida" Pam stated annoyed.

"I can't help but laugh. It was so funny!" Ida said still giggling. "I might live to see you get married!"

"Actually, marriage is the very thing I came to talk about." Pam said putting her hands on her hips. "Sam, what do you think about marriage?"

"I don't." Sam answered emotionlessly.

"Well, think about it now. Girls younger than you are already happy mothers. Dash wants a chance at you." Pam said hoping to spark an interest in her daughter.

"He's not a real man." Ida stated.

"Tomorrow night, we're holding a feast for you. Please delight him with your presence. You'll get all he has and make yourself while doing it!" Pam told her.

"Nah. Bigger women grow by real men." Ida said hoping to talk some sense in Pam, but to no avail.

"Can you look nice for him? I picked out a dress for you in your closet." (Pam)

Realizing the futile effort of arguing with her mother, who had no doubt picked out a pink dress for her, Sam chimed in. "I'll look nice." She said with a sly smile…

I never said by whose standards though Sam thought with a mischievous smile as she walked to the closet with scissors and a can of black spray paint.