A/N: Okay, I know I didn't focus too much on Gnomeo in the last chapter but for some reason I found it rather hard to let him introduce himself then, you know? Anyway, no worries as he gets his fair share in this chapter! Thanks to: Delly 123; Alysaa128; DebbDebb Mcawesome; mizar and alchor; I.J Girl and PLLs Forever. Your reviews have made my day! Enjoy! Rachel.
Summary: What would've happened if Tybalt hadn't been in the alley? And Benny had stayed silent before he ran? My twist on this loveable story, right from the beginning! AU (sort of).
Gnomeo & Juliet - Sparks Fly.
Chapter 2 - Hello, Hello.
The sun had set gradually over the red and blue gardens, as the darkness of night enveloped the late evening sky. Red and blue gnomes alike retreated to their gardens respectively, to settle down for the night and watch the stars dance in the heavens. Lady Blueberry smiled, the stars were encouraging. They seemed to sparkle and glisten a little brighter than usual tonight. It was almost as if the night was celebrating an event that was about to be told, waiting in restless anticipation for something to happen, something unexpected.
Lady Blueberry smiled, completely ignorant to the destiny of her son. The stars were encouraging tonight.
Juliet could barely contain her excitement. The fantasy of complete and utter freedom was close to becoming reality and she could feel the sweet taste upon her tongue. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and her mood heightened, so much that the stars seem to admire her determination to prove herself, glinting brightly above her tiny frame.
Nanette's voice echoed in her head, making her laugh freely. "Trust me, no one is going to pay you any attention in that."
The black sock that hugged her frame was perfect. Juliet blended in with the night's shadows and dark paths easily, her vibrant shade of red concealed by the black material. It truly was perfect. The little gnome ran from the shadows to a small gap in the broken fence that led to the garden she was infiltrating. Peeking from behind the wood Juliet realised instantly that the garden was abandoned many years ago. Plants grew uncontrollably, in every direction; the grass was tall and wild, different coloured weeds spotted about the dense green; moss crawled its way along paths and up wall, chasing the vines that clung to the concrete.
The night was dark and the moonlight was bright. The stars danced for her, encouraging the young gnome to chase her dreams. Eyeing the vines, she quickly made her decision. She began to climb up the vines, her heart beating in her chest. Hauling herself onto the wall, Juliet paused to compose herself. She took a deep breath, to calm her racing pulse. Why was she feeling so giddy?
The tapping of her ceramic feet upon the concrete wall echoed in the night sky. She had never felt so free. The brunette ran, flipped and danced her way across the wall, tasting the freedom she had craved for so long. This was what she wanted; to be allowed to do whatever she felt like doing without someone fretting over whether or not she was going to get scratched. Green eyes spied the greenhouse and she paused standing in triumph, the flower was mere minutes from her grasp.
How could anyone say that she was delicate? Honestly!
She ran the rest of the way to the greenhouse, smirking at the sound of her feet. The flower grew nearer. She was so close! Coming to a stop at the edge of the greenhouse, Juliet frowned. The gap was far to wide to even think of jumping it, the risk was too great. She wanted to prove herself but was more than quite willing to avoid being smashed by a fatal drop. Green eyes surveyed her surroundings, frustrated she pushed a branch out of her face- Wait! Grabbing a branch, she pulled, launching herself into the air. Gracefully, she landed on one of the glass panes. Reaching up she pulled down part of the black sock that was concealing her face and grinned. She was a genius.
The flower glowed elegantly in the moonlight, its illuminated petals dancing in the gentle breeze. It seemed to sparkle in the night, glow almost, in a way Juliet could've only described as magical. The flower was absolutely beautiful.
Juliet couldn't shake the feeling that it was almost anticipating something…
Shaking her head, she began to crawl forward, up the glass panes towards the flower. Her hand reached and enveloped the stem in her palm.
Just as another bigger hand enveloped her own.
Warmth flooded her skin at the strangers contact. Confused the girl looked at her hand, the other hand and then up at the figure in front of her. In that moment, Juliet forgot everything. She forgot about the flower, her overprotective father, her determination to prove that she was not delicate, Nanette, Tybalt, Fawn, the red garden.
All of them were forgotten. Time froze. Her breath was stolen, her heart fluttered in her chest and her eyes were wide.
Juliet was only conscious of the azure blue eyes in front of her.
A blue figure fell onto a soft pile of dead leaves with a crunch. Disorientated, Gnomeo gave a small chuckle and stared at the night sky above him, thanking his lucky stars. It was a beautiful night. The moon shone brightly lighting up the inky blackness that surrounded him.
For a while, he just lay there, chuckling. Revenge had been sweet, even if Benny had altered his original plan. Blue eyes crinkled into a smile as Gnomeo laughed thinking of Lord Redbrick's and Tybalt's faces when they spotted Benny and himself, the sabotaged wishing well and when he himself took his leave by flying high in the sky.
All in all, Gnomeo felt a sense of great accomplishment.
However, he had to get home, to safety. Knowing the reds, they'd be searching for him and knowing Tybalt, Gnomeo just gave himself the perfect excuse to be smashed. The blonde gnome shuddered, thankful that the dry leaves had already prevented that fate but Gnomeo knew that the risk was not worth it.
Silently he stood, finally cautious of his unfamiliar surroundings. Brushing some dead leaves off his shoulder he made sure that his 'disguise' of mud and duck tape was still intact, concealing his vibrant blue clothing. If the reds were looking for him, there was no point in making it easy.
Gnomeo walked forwards towards the edge of the dead leaves. Wherever he had landed, the garden was in desperate need of care. He had never seen such a wild and untamed landscape. Frowning he looked up at the moon in an attempt to gain his bearings. Where the hell was he-? A flash of black ran across his vision and blue eyes blinked refocusing on a moving object that was running across a wall.
Instantly, he was curious. The figure was agile and quick, the soft chink of ceramic hitting concrete echoed in the dark silence of the night. Gnomeo crawled forward through the plant debris to get a better view of the figure, which had paused staring in the direction of an old greenhouse. Gnomeo focused his attention on the greenhouse, pondering what was so special about it that this figure wanted to visit it in the middle of the night?
The sound of chinking brought his attention back to the figure, which had once again begun to run towards the greenhouse. Throwing all logic to the wind, Gnomeo decided to follow, his curiosity of who the figure was and what they were doing was too tempting. He took off in the direction of the greenhouse, making sure to hide in the tall grass, to be unseen by the mysterious figure.
Reaching the bottom of the greenhouse, he grinned at his luck as long vines of ivy snaked there way up the side of the glass panes. Without a moment hesitation, he climbed, blue eyes searching for the figure that seemed to have captivated his curiosity so easily.
It was a girl.
Gnomeo's curiosity heightened as he stared at the girl who had pulled black material down to reveal her face. He frowned, disappointed, realising that the dirty glass obscured his view, as he could not define her features. She landed gracefully on the glass panes on the opposite side of the glass roof, her attention focused upwards.
Gnomeo averted his gaze upwards and saw the object she desired. He began to climb upwards, as did she, towards a flower that was simply beautiful. It shone in the night sky, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
He knew that she had not noticed him yet; her attention was completely focused upon the white flower. Her hand reached out to take the stem in her small grasp. Gnomeo stood straight on the top of the glass roof looking at her curiously, reached out and enveloped his hands over hers, without thinking.
The warmth that flooded through him at the touch of her skin shocked him. The girl looked confused by his hand and then turned her face towards his.
Right there and then, as her emerald eyes widened at the sight of him, Gnomeo knew that his life would never be the same.
Hello, hello.
A/N: And now it gets good.. Reviews would be the banana's for my monkey! Until next time! Rachel.