A/N: Please don't stop reviewing guys! The only reason I am posting this is because I got one review yesterday…. For reviews I post….i don't mean to go on about it, I'm just not hearing from ANYONE…

My aim for this chapter was to show the contrast of both of their home lives, tell me what you think! Especially about the differences in their lives!

Chapter 14

(JPOV)

As I approached the house the iron gates automatically opened. I felt a lot calmer driving through them after my afternoon out, compared to when I had first left.

As I drove up the gravel pathway and parked in front of the house, I saw Timmy park up behind me in my rear-view mirror.

"Hey." I said, getting out of the car.

"It's so not cool rejecting my phone calls Jules." Timmy closed his own car door and joined me in walking toward the house.

"I didn't reject your calls, my phone battery died on me," I lied.

"Sure it did." Timmy threw his car keys through the air to David, one of our security staff who came out of the front security cabin to take our cars to the back. I handed him my keys as we walked past him.

"So spill," Timmy said, raising his eyebrows, and elongating the second word.

"About what?" I said, elongating my second word too.

"Oh come on Jules! If you won't tell me who can you tell?" We went into the house and straight through to the kitchen in the back. I sat down on one of the stools at the island breakfast bar.

"Jules!" he whined again like a little child.

"Timmy! I would tell you if I had any idea what you were talking about!"

Timmy walked over to the fridge and took out a pitcher of some sort of fruit juice and poured us both a glass.

"When you wouldn't answer my calls, and you were gone for a long time, I went for a drive to see if I could find you , and I did , at the beach, and you weren't alone!"

I choked on the juice, spluttering everywhere, panicking for a second. Timmy had seen me with Romeo.

"You saw us?"I asked cautiously, not worried about the mess I had just made.

"Yeah, you were getting off of some guys motorbike. So who is he? Your secret boyfriend? Your parents would freak if they knew you were socialising with the likes of people who used a motorbike as transportation." I let out the breath I was apparently holding in.

"He isn't my boyfriend."

"So you got on some random guys motorbike!" he said, his protective voice coming out now.

"Oh calm down, he wasn't random."

"Good. So listen, I want to hear more, but we'll have to finish later, I have a date." Timmy left the kitchen and went toward his room.

"It wasn't a motor bike, it was a dirt bike," I muttered to myself.

My Mother appeared from the garden and went over to the fridge and took out two cucumber slices.

"Don't mumble Juliet, it's not ladylike," she said on her way out.

That was a close one. I felt slightly guilty for spending the afternoon with Romeo but I hadn't exactly done anything wrong, all I did was ride around on a bike. I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into and whether I had gotten myself into anything at all. Would I see him again? Should I see him again? Did I want to see him again? We hadn't exactly swapped cell phone numbers or anything (not that it would be very hard to find each other in the small town that this was). It wasn't that I wanted to see him in a romantic way; I just knew that when I was with him I wasn't thinking about all my other problems, I was just having fun. And thanks to myself I had no idea what would happen now, since the way I had ended the conversation it left it pretty open.

"Don't frown Juliet, sure there's Botox, but I don't know how Dr Spence would feel about a minor..." my mother said as she came in again and filled a wine glass from a bottle in the fridge and went back out.

I sighed and wondered if there was a slight chance I was adopted.

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Romeo POV

"Hey honey, where have you been?" I walked into the kitchen to see my Mom taking out a lasagne from the oven.

"Just on the beach," I said.

"Yeah I can see that! You're covered in dust, no doubt riding around on those bikes! Now we're back in this town I see you found your old hobby too."

"Mom— it's no big deal, you don't need to worry !"

"Of course I do! They're not exactly safe, they could fall apart any moment, and you could hurt yourself, I don't want to go through what happened before again!"

"What happened before was my fault! I wasn't wearing a helmet and I was messing about with jumps, it was just a mistake."

"A mistake that put you in hospital!"

I looked at her worried face, and remembered back to how worried she was when I was in hospital for a week, when I was sixteen. I took in the worry lines on her face and felt bad for making her worry about me, when that could be avoided.

"Ok, I'll be more careful." I said, hoping she wouldn't make me give my word to give up the bikes.

"Promise you'll wear your helmet." She said pointing her spoon at me trying to look threatening but a smile gave her away.

"I promise." I said laughing.

"You know I don't know why you insist on riding those pieces of junk when we can just buy a perfectly good, safety checked –"

"Mom."

"Ok fine, I'll drop if for now, Well anyway dinner will be ready in fifteen so go take a shower, without trekking dust all over my floors."

"Ok," I said smiling; I kissed her on the cheek and went through the kitchen doors to go out back. I walked into the back yard and used the outdoor metal curling staircase that led to my sister and my shared balcony, and walked through my bedroom doors.

I walked into my en suite and took off my t-shirt and adjusted the water on the shower, when it was to the temperature I wanted I took off the rest of my clothes and stepped in.

I thought back to my afternoon with Juliet. I had no idea what to make of it. After I went to her on the beach I know I started off with my usual forwardness that girls usually go for, but for some reason she didn't. A part of me wanted her approval and trust, and once I looked back to my house and saw Ben watching through the window, I knew I wasn't going to get it that way. So I took her to the track. I had never taken anyone there before but for some reason I felt like it would help her since she was obviously upset about something. The afternoon had ended on a lighter note and I think she had started to like me by the end. But I had absolutely no idea what would happen now. I don't know why but there was something about this girl that left me clueless and left me with no idea on how to handle the situation. She wasn't like many of the girls I had been with before.

I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower picking up my towel on the way. After getting dressed I walked out of my bedroom, still rubbing my hair with the towel and knocked on my sister's bedroom door. She was lying on her stomach on her bed playing on her iPad, which my parents had given her for her birthday last week.

She looked up in response to my knock and smiled when she saw me.

"Ro!" she got up off the bed and came and gave me a hug.

I hugged her back and said, "Easy Izzie, you just saw me this morning!"

"I know, but I missed you, I haven't seen you all day, you said when we moved back into this small town we would have more time to do stuff."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said feeling slightly guilty. Since we had moved back into town a week ago, I had barely seen her. Back in New York we used to hang out all the time. Most people would find it a pain to spend time with their siblings but I loved hanging out with my six year old sister.

"I've just had a few things to sort out, but I promise this weekend we'll go to all the ice cream places in town until we find one better than chocolate zoom." I said referring to our favourite ice cream shop in New York, that we would go to or get a take out from every weekend.

"Really?" her eyes lit up.

I nodded to her.

"All that ice cream ..." she said trailing off, fantasising about it. I laughed, remembering a time when I could get so excited over the thought of eating a load of ice cream.

"Let's just not mention that little detail to Mom," I said smiling, "Come on, let's go get some food." I said guiding her toward the stairs.

When we got into the kitchen I heard my Mom yell, "We're out back kids." We went through the patio doors and saw all the food set out on the deck table.

"We're eating outside?" Isabel said , slightly confused. She wasn't used to things like this, considering she was too young to remember ever living here, and all her memories are of living in out New York City penthouse, where the windows were sealed shut and the air conditioning was blasting..

"Yes, sweetie." My Dad said laughing and patted her head. My Dad poured my Mom and himself a glass of white wine, and poured Isabel a glass of apple juice in a wine glass. Isabel took it excitedly , thinking it had come out of the same bottle as theirs.

I took one of the two empty seats next to my Mom, and began helping myself to salad.

"Isn't it nice to be out here, instead of in a stuffy apartment?" My Dad said.

"I wouldn't exactly call it a stuffy apartment, more like an air conditioned state of the art penthouse," I said.

"Ok, but you can hardly compare it to being out in the open, under the clear sky, without the sound of traffic. It's great to be back."

After a few minutes of silent eating, my Dad had to ruin it.

"So, Romeo , have you given any thought to your college applications? There's more to think about now we've moved back here."

"If you mean given any thought, as in have I changed my mind? Then no I haven't," I said.

"Romeo, I really think you're making the wrong choice," he said.

"Well it's my wrong choice then." I said rudely.

"Honey, it's just because we care, and we just think taking some time out and taking a gap year isn't the best choice," my Mom said, joining in.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you have no reason to! If you take a year or so out, what will you do? What's the point in it? I just think long term; it's not the best choice."

In a way she was right. It wasn't as if I had planned what I wanted to do in my year out. in an ideal world I would have loved to have just gone travelling, just going where the wind took me, just being free. I just knew I didn't want to go straight to college. Part of me didn't want to waste my time going to a school that had just accepted me because of who I was, and who my father was. At the beginning of the year my parents had convinced me to send an application to Harvard just to keep my options open , and they had send me an acceptance letter, before I had even sent my admissions essay.

" If you think you'll be getting an easy way out because you will just work for the company you're wrong," My Dad said.

"It's not that!" I said, raising my voice.

"Ok, Romeo, Honey, don't get mad, just think about it, ok? It's just because we care about you," Mom said.

I took a deep breath and let it go. I sat in silence as I listened to my parents talk to Isabel about her new school. After a while my hunger won, as I finished sulking and took a bite of my lasagne.

"Don't eat that cold Ro," my Mom said. I stood up and took my plate back into the kitchen and put it in the microwave. When it was warm, I went back outside and heard Mom talking.

"So, I went to the country club today and I ran into Melina Evans, do you remember her? Her sister lives in New York, you know, Felicity? Well anyway she said her sister mentioned our fabulous annual summer party and asked when we were having it, which made me think, just because we're not in New York , doesn't mean we can't have the party, and we can make it a barbeque or something. And it will be a great way to re-meet all our old friends from, the neighbourhood, and you know, show we're back?"

"That's a great idea Toni, we should have it within the month so we wouldn't have been back too long," My Dad said, "It's not much notice , so we'll have to think about the guest list , and call..."

I ignored them, still sort of mad at my Dad at bringing up the College subject again. I know he wasn't trying to be mean , and they do really care, It just bugged me I didn't have control over this one decision concerning me.

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