A/N: Okay this is easily one of the shortest chapters I have ever written. I do apologise! Thanks to: Delly 123; Alysaa128; Obiwan1572; supersaiyan3goku; I.J Girl; MissyMES; madman42 and Harry. Potter. Is. BOSS. 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 4 - I know your name.

She was a red.

Gnomeo found himself running after the scarlet beauty. Pushing aside the green foliage, catching flashes of scarlet ahead of him.

She was a red.

He knew this was wrong, bad even, but at that moment he couldn't remember the reason why the colour red was so forbidden, so hated.

She was a red.

He didn't understand; it was a beautiful colour. It was the colour that graced her cheekbones as he felt her respond to the kiss they just shared.

She was a red.

She was meant to be the enemy; someone that he should hate with every fibre of his being.

She was a red.

Gnomeo felt the fear-induced rush of adrenaline as he realized that every fibre of his being felt the complete opposite.

Juliet ran.

He was a blue.

Emerald eyes squeezed shut tightly as the colour blue ran rampant within her mind, flashing between the anger towards the blue garden and that powerful feeling that coursed through her veins when those azure eyes looked directly at her.

He was a blue.

She was so confused.

He was a blue.

Juliet glimpsed behind her and jumped when she realized that he was chasing after her. Reaching the fence she ran through a gap between the wooden panels.

He was a blue.

"Juliet, you're not allowed of your pedestal. What are you doing out in the alley?"

Juliet gazed up at Tybalt and Fawn, eyes wide. "I'm- Well- Uh-" The brunette shook her head clear and pointed an accusing finger. "I- I could ask you the same question, Tybalt."

"Oh we're looking for a blue gnome." Tybalt shrugged, his eyes glinting with suspicion. "Yeah, he's an ugly little fellow, gotta scratch right here-"

Fawn nodded his head. "And his name's Gnomeo."

Gnomeo.

Tybalt stepped towards her, his tone far to casual for her liking. "You haven't seem him, have you?"

She knew. He had stopped, feet shuffling against the dirt, just as she ran into Tybalt. He was there, this boy - this Gnomeo - was hiding on the other side of the fence.

He was a blue.

"Ah- Oooh- He sounds awful. No. I- Uh- I certainly haven't seem him, I haven't seem him at all."

"Well lucky you." Juliet had a feeling that he didn't believe her. Tybalt reached forward and grabbed her shoulder, steering her towards the red gate of her garden. "Come on, let's get inside."

He was a blue.

Juliet found that she didn't care.

She was a red.

She had protected him from Tybalt's wrath, knowing full well that he lay hidden in the shadows behind the three.

Why?

She was a red.

Gnomeo felt the corners of his mouth pull into a soft smile.

She was a red.

"Juliet."

Juliet felt tears prick at her eyes as she swallowed the insults that lay on her tongue. How dare her father accuse her of being ignorant! She hadn't known that her father was sick with worry; hadn't known that the blues had sabotaged the wishing well earlier that night while she was after the cupid's arrow orchid.

The brunette stormed her way towards her pedestal, frustratingly making her rose hop from one hand to the other.

The girl felt suffocated in her prison cell of red fences.

If anything couldn't get any worse, Juliet still felt her lips tingle when she thought of those azure eyes. Her laugh was false; she was unsure of herself, whether or not the tears was due to her fight with her father or due to the fact that she might never see this boy again. Never have someone look at her the way those azure eyes did.

Reaching her pedestal, she climbed the stairs, feeling her heart sink at her thoughts about a boy that probably wanted nothing to do with her. Juliet climbed the last step and placed her rose against the little stone wall, pondering to herself. She shouldn't feel this way about him, let alone a blue!

The brunette lifted her eyes upwards and gasped softly. There, lying in the middle of her pedestal, was the cupid's arrow orchid. Her emerald eyes widened as the glow of the flower illuminated the stone that held her captive. Small hands reached forward a gently picked the flower off the stone floor.

It really was a beautiful flower.

Juliet's eyebrows furrowed. How had it gotten here?

Her eyes wandered over the flower and spotted a concealed letter with its petals. Plucking the letter from the petals, Juliet felt her eyes grow round as she read the words written.

Juliet,

Meet me in the old Lawrence's place at noon tomorrow.

And about the flower? Well, I think you'll find that this does actually belong to you.

Until tomorrow,

She smiled as a blush graced her cheeks.

Gnomeo.

A/N: Hopefully it was worth the wait? Rachel.