A/N: I really hope you like it guys! Let me warn you now, there are about three to two chapters then a jump forward about two weeks, then about 2-3 chapters, then the epilogue which is in four parts. It's really coming together and I hope you like it!

Chapter 29- Regrets

Juliet POV

It had taken me all of five minutes after hanging up the phone to Romeo, to start doubting what I had just done. For the first five minutes, I was glad I had ended things once and for all with Romeo. It was a relationship that came with a compulsory side order of complicated drama. After Ellie had dropped me home, I had never hated Romeo more, realising that our whole relationship had been a cruel joke. The thought of him making a joke out of the nights that meant the most to me with all of his friends pulled me apart. Then those pulled apart pieces were broken further when I thought back to how I had slept with him less than twenty four hours ago. At the time it had felt right, and it was a moment that I wanted to remember for the rest of my life, but now it felt dirty, and I wanted nothing more than to forget it. I was probably another name on his long list of girls that he had slept with, the fact that I was a bet making it a little bit more exciting for him. But through all that, what had hit me the most was my lack of being able to see through his whole plan, and turning into one of those mindless girls infatuated with a guy to see the truth.

It had all become too much, and i was glad Ellie had driven me home, but I couldn't help wish that I had stayed because at home, I had no way of knowing what exactly had happened after I had left. After everything that had been revealed last night, I expected some phone calls, especially from Nala, but the fact that I hadn't heard from anybody for at least two hours told me that they were too occupied dealing with something else. At that point in time, I forced any feelings for Romeo I had to the back of my mind, and was full of worry for Timmy. The last I had seen him he was in a fully-fledged fight with Romeo. I didn't expect Timmy to just stand on the side lines, when he found out what Romeo did to me, but I was now full of worry that he was getting hurt. I also felt terrible that I had dragged him into this mess, because whatever he did tonight was sure to have consequences and he didn't need to get into any more trouble with my parents right now, and the whole thing with Romeo was dying down, and this would just flare it up again.

Somewhere around two am, I heard Timmy come home, and I automatically felt relieved. I had left the front door unlocked so it was easier for him to get in without waking everyone up. Any reassurance I had felt that everything was ok when he came home was blown away as I took in his appearance. His eye was swollen and was already darkening in colour to form a bruise, and he had a nasty gash in his lip. There was small cuts on his hands, and blood on his white t-shirt that I didn't know who it belonged to. I felt sick thinking the blood was Timmy's or Romeo's, then immediately got angry with myself for thinking about him.

I don't know how exactly I had expected Timmy to react when I saw him, or what he was thinking, but I had never foreseen the hurt that was on his face, that was evidence that I had hurt him, something I vowed never to do. Ever since his parents, my aunt and Uncle had passed away, even at the age of seventeen, I had seen how broken he was from inside and had vowed to always keep him happy, and never make him feel that way again. But now, seeing that pain in his eyes again, and knowing the fact that it was my fault that it was there made me feel terrible. Of course I had felt bad lying to him. All along I had seen it as little white lies, but now I saw how I went against the one thing he had asked me to do by getting involved with Romeo. When Timmy had told me, how Romeo had planned it all out to tell Timmy about his affair with Rose on the anniversary of his parents death, I felt like the lowest of low. Yes, all these things had hurt too, to feel the regret and see how upset Timmy was, but what had killed me, was to see Timmy walk out my room, a new calmness fallen over him after he had been yelling at me, and to hear him tell me that I didn't have his back. It was easy for me to say that I did have his back and would always be there for him, but I knew that wasn't true. I had failed him, and hadn't been there for him the same way he would drop everything to do so for me. I felt his disappointment flow through me, and that was what killed me. I don't even think I would have hurt as much if either of my parents were disappointed in me.

So that was why even after Romeo had managed to call me this morning, and explained everything to me, and even after I had started to believe his side of the story, I had decided to end things once and for all, because I didn't want to hurt Timmy again. I needed to be on his side, where my place was, and not on Romeo's side. Romeo had forced me to look back, and even I had to admit now that I had more time to reflect that many of the moments we did have between us were real. But I was still mad that he had never told me about the bet, but I could understand his fear of reality breaking us up. But no relationship was this hard. It was just too complicated. Nobody should have to fight this hard to be with someone. We had never looked far into the future and we had just looked as far as the moment required us too. But if we had stayed together, there was no way my parents would accept it, and break the whole deal with the Prince's, and there was no way that Timmy and all my friends and Romeo's friends would accept it. It would never work, and if we had just sat down from the start and thought about it, maybe we could have avoided all of this.

After the phone call from Romeo, I had been packing at the speed of a snail, trying to slow the process of getting on that plane, when my Mother walked in.

"Juliet! Why aren't you ready! The car will be here in twenty minutes!" she said gesturing to the various piles of clothes all over my bedroom.

I just ignored her and carried on folding a pair of jeans and putting it into my bag.

"Look, when you're there, I expect you to remember how exactly to behave. You know, you don't see how lucky you are. Most girls would do anything to be in your position." She said. Well I'm not most girls, I thought.

She walked over to my suitcase, and took out the jeans and grimacing as she pulled out an old hoodie of Timmy's which I had adopted a while ago. She walked over to my wardrobe, and took out a black pencil skirt, and various blouses, not to mention a few dresses to add to the mix.

I sighed loudly, as I went to rescue my discarded clothing which she had just thrown on the floor.

"Look, I know you hate me now, but I'm doing all this for you! I want to you have everything I didn't growing up. I just want to you be happy."

"Mom, you're not doing this for me. I'm already happy, I don't need money for that. You're doing this for you because you didn't have it growing up, so you want it all now, so don't use me as your excuse!" I said. Before I could breathe, I felt a sharp slap across my face, and I automatically reached up to my cheek in shock, because my mother had never hit me ever before.

"The car will be here soon," she said as if the last few seconds hadn't happened, and walked out of the door.

It was precisely that second that I wished I had taken back what I had said to Romeo on the phone. It was then that I realised that it was everyone for their own, and I couldn't do something for someone else's happiness if it made me miserable. Of course I didn't want to hurt Timmy, I still stuck by that, but maybe I could make him see that Romeo wasn't so bad, and help them to rebuild their friendship. I had the whole trip, with Timmy to do just that. I didn't need my parents to be with me, but I needed Timmy.

I was wondering if this would actually work, and if me and Romeo actually had a future, and I wasn't jumping too far ahead, when my door opened again and Nala came in. I heard my Mom yell up the stairs something along the lines, of Nala getting me to hurry up.

She closed the door behind her, and shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip, something she only did when she was confused. We both stood there in silence, I don't think I have ever seen her quite so speechless. I felt bad all over again because I had forgotten all about Nala, and how she had been out of the loop too, and I had lied to her just as many times as everyone else.

"Nal…."

"Whatever," she said shrugging and sitting on my bed, playing with the stitching. "You don't have to tell me everything you know, I just wish you wouldn't lie to me."

I pushed the pile of clothes my mother had just made onto the floor, no doubt creasing them, and sat down next to her.

"I'm so sorry! I never wanted to lie to you," I said.

"Then why did you? So all those times, you were rushing off to somewhere, you were actually with Romeo Montague?"

I nodded, ashamed.

" I mean he's totally a ten, so I can see why you went for that, but he's Romeo Montague! What the hell were you thinking? He's bad news!"

"Can you stop using his full name, " I said, it making me nervous. Using his full name made it seem like a much bigger deal than it was.

"Oh!" she said in a sarcastic voice. "I'm sorry, me and him aren't exactly on a first name basis!"

"Nala….."

"What?" she said stubbornly," she said with her arms crossed.

"You don't even know him…." I started.

She took one look at my expression and took in my tone to realise I was defending him.

"Oh you cannot be serious! Were you even at the same party I was at last night!"

"I love him…."

She took hold of my shoulders and shook them. "Snap out of it! You don't love him!"

"I really do," I said unable to stop a smile reaching my face.

Just then I heard my Mom yell that the car was here.

"I may have ruined it all though," I said panicking. My mom called up again, and I leapt off the bed, zipping up my suit case.

"What are you talking about?" Nala said, confused, as I heard the doorbell ring.

"Look, I don't have time to explain!" I said, slipping on my jacket, and shoes. "I just need a favour!"

"You're hardly in the position to be asking for favours right now!" she scoffed.

"Nal! Please! I'm sorry, I am! But you're my best friend and I love you!" I said walking over to her side and standing in front of her.

"I love you too," she said rolling her eyes, and I couldn't help but squeal.

"Ok, here's what I need you to do! Find Romeo, and tell him ' In this time, and I this place' can you remember that?"

"One: What the hell does that mean? And two: You want me to go over to Compton's turf, and speak to Romeo Montague!"

"Don't be so dramatic," I said, visualising an invisible barrier, that neither school cross over into. "It's not like you're gonna get jumped! We live in the poor side of town!"

My Dad called up the stairs and I knew they were losing patience. For now, until I had a plan, I knew I had to go on this stupid trip and there was nothing I could do about it. At least Timmy would be there to keep me company, and I had that time to get him on my side.

"Please," I said, pleading to her, picking up my suitcase and dragging it toward the door. She looked me in the eye, and she sighed. This was my only way to get my message to Romeo that I regretted ending things, and I believe him and want to be together.

"Ok, fine," she said, following me out, and I felt relieved.

"In this time, and in this place! Don't forget!" I said before we both went down.

My Mother and Father were both standing by the door, talking to Paul, who was dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt.

"Ahhh, there she is," my father called down, like a proud father.

"Here I am ," I said in false cheeriness.

"So , shall we get this show on the road?" he said, in a tone, that seemed excited to my parents, but I heard the sympathetic level to it, and I smiled to see he was on my side, and didn't want to be here, just as much as I did.

"Sure. Is Timmy in the car?" I asked, not seeing his bag anywhere.

"Oh no, dear, change of plans. Timothy, isn't coming," my Mom said.

"What!" I shrieked. " You told him he couldn't come!" I said getting mad now. Timmy being there was the only thing keeping me sane, and they had no reason to even keep him here. They were so selfish sometimes! I could see the look in both my parents eyes telling to tone it down because of who else was in the hall, but right now I could care less about Paul.

"Maybe I should go," Nala mumbled, walking out of the front door.

"Actually quite the opposite. I encouraged him to go, especially seeing the state of him this morning," He said clearly disapprovingly. "It would be better for everyone for him to be away while he got better. But he said he wanted to stay, as he didn't want to fall behind in his studies," My Dad said, not being able to hide the confusion he felt about Timmy's reasoning, and I fully saw where he was coming from. Timmy could care less about his studies, and would normally jump at a chance like this.

I refused to believe that Timmy would refuse to come because of me, and what had happened last night. When he told me that he would be coming, he told me he would always have my back, something we would always say to one another, and I never thought he would be mad enough to not want to be around me.

Just then, as if on cue, Timmy appeared from the kitchen wearing his pyjamas, holding a tray with muffins, and bagels and a two glasses of orange juice. I winced taking in the bruises that had appeared overnight.

Normally, I could tell exactly what he was thinking just from looking at his face, but now all I felt was distance, and couldn't even pick up one thought.

"Oh man, I didn't think it would be that bad, how're you doing?" Paul said.

"It's better than it looks, "Timmy said shrugging, then frowning as he realised it hurt to do that too.

"Just get some rest," Paul said.

"Will do, have a good trip," Timmy said, heading toward the stairs. He didn't even look at me once through that whole conversation, or say anything to be about the trip.

"You decided not to come?" I called after him, and he stopped.

"You don't need me there," he said in a matter of fact way, and I knew his words held a double meaning.

"Well you kids need to catch your flight. Paul, your mother said she would send a handler with you," My mom said, choosing to ignore the fact that me and Timmy were in the middle of a conversation.

"Yes, Carlson is already in the car," Paul said.

"Fantastic. Well have a wonderful trip both of you," My Dad said before seeing us out the door.

I took one last look behind me , mentally begging Timmy to look at me, to tell me everything was ok between us, and everything would be ok, but he was too busy rearranging the items on his tray to look over at me.

Paul helped me into car, then while he was walking around, my Father walked out of the door, and over to the window.

"Juliet, if this doesn't go as planned, I will be so disappointed in you—" he started

"Dad—"

"Look, Juliet, nobody is forcing you to do anything, you can walk away any second."

Was he saying what I think he was saying? That I didn't have to go through with any of this? Then why had he been pushing so hard up until now?

"But don't expect there to be a place for you in this house," he said coldly before walking away. I gasped taking in the meaning of his words.

X x x x

Timmy POV.

I had fully forgotten about the trip until this morning, but I knew right away that the last thing I wanted to do was go with them. I was still mad at Juliet, and knew I couldn't handle being stuck with her inside a house, as huge as it was for a month and a half. I knew eventually I wouldn't angry at Juliet anymore, but I also knew that it wouldn't be the same between us again.

It would be good for her to go away for a while, and let everything here die down, and the revelation from last night turn into yesterday's news.

I was about to head upstairs again, to Ellie, who was still asleep when Aunt Clarissa said "Is it really necessary to be consuming that amount of food?"

"I'm hungry," I told her shrugging, and avoiding telling her there was a girl asleep in my bed. She ignored my answer and walked upstairs.

"After I get home from work, we need to have a chat in my office about what to do about your behavioural issues," Uncle Michael said, walking back into the house from seeing Jules off. Great, a long lecture was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes, sir," I said saluting him in a mocking way.

"Less of the back talk young man. You need to learn your actions will have consequences"

I wonder what he would say if I told him why my 'actions' took place.

"Whatever," I mumbled, going upstairs.

At the top, before I could turn onto the left side landing to my room, Aunt Clarissa, walked out of her room , and over to me.

"Timmy, I can't seem to get this thing to stop ringing, and its giving me a headache," she said handing me Juliet's phone, before she went downstairs.

I pushed the button at the top to switch on the phone and saw she had seventeen missed calls just from this morning, from someone called Romelia. It didn't take a genius to figure out who that was.

X x x x x

Timmy POV

Soon after Ellie went home, I lay by the pool, planning to stay there doing nothing all day, until I would be forced to get up when my Uncle got home for our little 'talk'.

A shadow was cast over me and I opened my eyes.

"Nala?" I asked surprised. Surely she knew Juliet wasn't here. She was actually here when she was leaving. Even though we were all friends, Nala and I rarely socialised alone outside of our group.

"Hey," she said, sitting on the lounger beside me.

"What's up?" I asked her, offering her a coke out of the cool box next to me.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about Jules," she said taking a long sip.

"Go on."

"She was saying some ridiculous things this morning, and she gave me a message to pass on, and I'm confused at what to do," she said.

"What did she say?" I said curious.

"She said she was in love with Romeo."

"What!" I said in shock. She had to be kidding me! Even after everything that happened she still thought she was in love with the guy Romeo was pretending to be with her. Had nothing that I had said to her last night gone into her brain? Or did she just not care?

"She wanted me to say something like ' In this time, in this place' to him," Nala said with a puzzled look.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"That's exactly what I said. She obviously doesn't know what's good for her right now, and as her best friend, I feel like we should be looking out for her," she said.

"And how do we do that?" I asked her.

"Well this trip will be a good time to get over Romeo and we should help him get over her too?" she said like a question. As much as I didn't want to get involved, I knew Juliet still needed someone to look out for her since she wasn't going to think rationally for herself, even if she just needed a little push in the right direction, which was the opposite way to wherever Romeo was.

"I like the way you think," I told her, raising my can to hers as we both knocked them together and took a sip.

X x x x x

Romeo POV

I was officially a psycho. I had been walking along the shops at The Square, hoping to see Juliet in one of them for the hour. I had walked around so many times now, even the dogs being walked, let alone their owners were starting to recognise me.

It still hadn't kicked in that Juliet had ended things. Yes, she's ended it a few times before for various reasons but this time, something told me it was more final. She wasn't mad at me because our relationship was built on the basis of a bet, in fact she believed that I was in love with her, and she loved me too. She broke up with me because of how hard staying together would be, and as far as I knew we weren't going to change who we were any time soon.

Part of me wished I had told her all about the bet from day one, but I knew if I had we wouldn't have even gotten past the first date. And even if we did, her decision about it being too hard was inevitable.

I had been trying to call her ever since she had hung up on me, to try and get her to change her mind but she wouldn't pick up her cell. Even know, in between looking into shop windows I was hitting the redial button.

I had been sent out of my house by the girls, who deemed me useless, and said I was getting in the way of them clearing up with my moping. Even the guys could see something was wrong with me.

I was just coming up to Slurpy's for the fifth time, when I saw that girl who was always with Juliet coming out. She probably knew where Juliet was. I could see Timmy sitting at the table the girl had just gotten up from, and from the looks of it, he was just as bruised up as me. Now that I knew he was here, I knew Juliet hadn't gone on her trip since Timmy was supposed to go with her. They probably postponed it since Timmy was obviously recovering. At least now I knew she was around somewhere, and she wasn't totally unreachable.

She turned into the car park and I jogged to reach her before she drove off.

"Hey!" I called and she turned around.

"Hi," she said cautiously.

"Nala right?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"I was wondering if you knew where I could find Juliet," I said, knowing there was a very small chance she would tell me, considering she looked like she hated my guts.

"First of all, I don't see why I should tell you anything after what you did, and secondly you should just leave her alone, you've already done enough!"

"Look, it's all just a huge misunderstanding! I just really need to see her."

"It doesn't matter anyway, she's not even in Verone, she's gone on holiday with her fiancé."

"But I saw Timmy here." I said confused.

"Timmy? He was never going to go. Her parents wanted Timmy to go, but Juliet told them three's a crowd, and she's much rather spend some alone time with Paul."

"Juliet wanted to spend alone time with Paul? That doesn't sound like her," I said, knowing that's the last thing Juliet would want to do.

"Really? I saw her this morning before she left and she was pretty excited. She's been looking forward to this trip for weeks."

I felt a lump in my throat, as I realised Juliet was with Paul on the trip all alone. She was obviously happy to put our relationship behind her.

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot for sulking all morning, when Juliet was obviously happy to move on.

I made an excuse to Nala and walked out of the parking lot, and out of The Square walking back toward my street, hoping the house would be empty, and my friends had finished with the clean-up and gone home. I was obviously grateful that I had such great friends, cleaning up my house after a party while I was out, but I didn't want to socialise right now.

I passed the beach on my way back to my house and deliberated between going home for a nap, or trying to clear my head with a walk along the shore. Snorting, I realised the latter option would just turn me into one of those douches from the O.C.− who, incidentally, had completely stolen the concept from Dawson's Creek. A walk always helps people think and deal with their feeling on tv but this was real life, so I headed to a bar. Getting pissed out of my mind seemed more appealing anyway. It was a good job; I knew exactly where to go that didn't have a problem serving minors.

A/N: if anyone other than Tori and Miss P review it would be a new years miracle!