Hey guys! Now that I am off school I have soooooo much free time it is insane. Anyway, I present you this! Hope you like and be proud that this came so soon!

Thanks to everyone here, epecially all writers! Toons, love345, and jbabe you guys always write great stories! Mickey, hope youre having an awesome vacay, Breezy-hope you get a new phone cause I miss you!

I heard u all are on facebook together, so maybe I'll make one for you guys...still not sure though!

R&R!

Juliet was really good at throwing tantrums. She was so good, that everyone had left her alone for the rest of the night. No one wanted to come near her, and frankly, she didn't care one bit.

It started when she'd thrown a crystal vase and watched it shatter into a thousand crystal fragments and from then she'd screamed and cried and refused to come out to anyone. Paris had dropped by, but she hadn't seen him. She didn't want to see her finance ever. Too Bad they were getting married next week.

Gnomeo. She wanted him so bad, she couldn't even describe the longing and desire she felt. She wanted to talk to him, for him to hold her and whisper to her and for him to promise her forever. Juliet was inconsolable. For once, she had no idea what to do. The rationality inside her head told her to end the relationship with Gnomeo, but the bigger part of her heart was telling her not to. He was so much to her, and Juliet had believed they could make it through anything, but now with the end staring her in the face, she didn't know. All she knew was that she loved him, but would that be enough to get her anywhere in this situation? She had to tell him and explain to him, because Gnomeo would of course have a solution wouldn't he?

She had to tell him, or he would find out the wrong way when it was announced at the party Paris's family was hosting. This was her fault for writing that note, and revealing so much. She had probably destroyed them for life and the thought only made her cry harder and harder. She hated crying! Juliet was not a baby, but this situation left her with no other way to be.

Gnomeo,

My Name is Julie T. Featherstone. You probably remember when we met at Coney Island. I was hoping you could come inspect some property at my estate this Saturday. It's very important you come, as we have much to discuss.

Respond as soon as you can,

Yours truly,

Miss Julie T. Featherstone.

P.S. There will be no need for you to hop the fence.

Juliet hoped that her note was cryptic enough. If someone had been poking around and read her first letter, they would probably really be looking for another. Juliet was sure the name and bit on the fence and the reference to that magical day on Coney Island were obvious to Gnomeo, but perhaps not to the normal random person who could find the note.

She needed him. Juliet was not usually a needy girl by any means.

Gnomeo was trying not to worry about the note and the odd way Sowden had been treating him. As if out to block his sun, Rosalie showed up sniffing like she was uptight and batting her fan in front of her face.

"Hey you." She murmured, sitting next to him on the patio. Gnomeo rolled his eyes. Who had let her in?

"Hey me?" He said, pretending to be confused.

She huffed, "Yes, 's been forever."

Gnomeo raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I see you yesterday at the tailors?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes, and nudged his shoulder playfully, "Don't be dumb, that wasn't a real conversation."

"Oh.I wasn't aware." Gnomeo deadpanned.

"Goodness, it sure is a lovely day!" Rosalie said brightly.

Gnomeo nodded and sipped on his drink, though it made his stomach turn.

"You know, things are really heating up in society this fall. Should be interesting." Rosalie tried.

Gnomeo glanced her way, confused. "What are you talking about exactly?"

"Well for one, I heard from an inside source that the Redbrick girl?" Rosalie watched his face carefully. "Is getting married."

"What?" Gnomeo knew that his what was too loud and emotional, but he hadn't expected Rosalie just to come out and say what she said. He was shocked at the news. Something had to be up.

"Where did you hear that.?" He asked, dubious.

"She told me." Rosalie answered innocently.

Gnomeo nodded his head, not sure what to say because he was so shocked.

"We could do it too." Rosalie suggested.

"Do what?" Gnomeo questioned.

"Get married." She said, like it was the obvious.

"I feel like I've told you I am not interested before." Gnomeo replied, angrily.

"Why not?' Rosalie whined. She reached into her shirt. "It isn't like she's interested in you."

"Who?" Gnomeo felt this situation was growing worse every time that Rosalie opened her mouth.

"This, Juliet?" She waved the note in the air like it was a golden ticket.

"What are you getting at, Rosalie?" He snarled.

"I know your secret."

Four words and Gnomeo knew. He knew who had taken the note and he knew what was going to happen now. He knew, he knew, he knew, and now the wrong person did too.

He tried to keep his cool, but it was a pretty futile attempt.

"Give me that." He growled. He was bigger and stronger and faster than Rosalie and he snatched it roughly and read it quickly.

"It's all lies!" Rosalie insisted. "She confessed that she was just lying to you, to swindle your family fortune!"

"Why on Earth-"

"She's lying to you! She's marrying Paris in a week and she never loved you! At all! I'm telling you she is horrible! She's leading you on, to ruin the Bluebury name for good!" Rosalie was yelling.

"What could a person possibly see in her? She is breaking your heart Gnomeo! She's getting married to another man!" Rosalie was satisfied.

"Rosalie, that can't be true." Gnomeo said, solemnly.

"Oh!" She crowed, "You better believe it!"

"I don't." He replied. "And if I were you, I would leave."

"Oh Gnomeo, I understand you're disappointed but-"

"Get out, before I have someone literally get you out of here."

Rosalie scampered through the gate, but not before calling, "I would never lie to you Gnomeo!"

"This time, you are lying!" He shouted. There was no way Rosalie would be right about this, was there? But why was Juliet marrying Paris? She had said she didn't want to, and he didn't know her to be so passive, and why so soon? He began to pace.

The thing was, he loved her. It wasn't lust, it was pure true love. The way she made him feel when she smiled, when she touched him, when they kissed was more special and amazing than anything or feeling he had ever known like ever. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and so unlike anyone he had ever known ever in his life. Juliet made everything turn from black and white, to a technicolor blur. Her smile was his sun, and Gnomeo felt as though he hadn't lived until he met her. He didn't even care that she was a Redbrick, in fact he hardly thought of it anymore. He didn't care at this point, of the consequences of their love. He loved her, and they were betting on forever at this point, and Gnomeo wanted to spend forever with Juliet. Somehow, he vowed they would.

Suddenly, his train of thought was disrupted by a note addressed to him. As he read it, he saw right away. Julie T. Featherstone. She was clever, his Juliet. Featherstone obviously meant she wanted to meet him there at the Featherstone estate. He was more than happy to. Obviously, they had a few things to talk about.

Dearest Julie T. Featherstone,

Of course I would come and inspect your property on Saturday. In fact, I would be delighted. I do remember meeting at Coney Island, it was a lovely day.

Yours,

Gnomeo C. Bluebury.

Only a few days until Saturday.

On Saturday, Juliet waited for Gnomeo, her stomach in knots. She paced in the greenhouse, her mind whirling. She was so distressed and she hoped Gnomeo would make it all better. She was so deep in her thoughts and worries that she didn't even hear him come in.

"So, hows the fiance?" He asked, behind her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned around.

"Gnomeo! Hi." She said, breathlessly.

"Hi back." He replied. "You're getting married?"

"Gnomeo, I-"

"To Paris? Seriously, Jules-"

"I couldn't-"

"I mean when Rosalie told me-"

"Wait, hold on." Juliet scoffed, louder than him. "You heard from Rosalie? Okay, how reliable do you really think that is?"

"Well, I don't know!" He exclaimed. "It was the first I really heard, what was I supposed to think?"

"God." Juliet rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "I would love to know what she told you, cause it's probably false." She smirked at him.

Gnomeo glared. "You're marrying Paris in a week. True or False?"

" -"

"Everything you said about loving me was false. True or not true?"

Her mouth dropped open, "Not true, you idiot!"

He exhaled. "You're trying to swindle my family fortune? True or no?"

"NO! Of course not, who do you think I am?" She yelled. "I can't believe that you give this woman the time of day, any day! She's obsessed with you, you know. She acts like you and her are going to be married one day and it's so stupid, because if anyone is trying to swindle some stupid family fortune, it's probably her!"

"Juliet-" He interjected, his voice soft, but she was on a roll.

"Do you want to know why I am marrying Paris?" She screamed.

"Yes actually-" He responded loudly.

"For us." Juliet stated, her voice cracking.

"What are you talking about, Jules?" He asked, his voice soft. He reached out to her but she moved away from him.

"I'm talking about Rosalie coming to my house, with this note I sent you-"

"I know I saw it, she showed it to me too," he pointed out.

"Anyway, she was laughing and waving it in front of me, and telling me that if I didn't get married and back off you she was going to tell our parents and we both know that would only mean disaster. I didn't want my dad to come after you because he would probably stage for you to be killed, and I would rather you love again and be happy, then you be dead." Juliet wiped her eyes and turned away.

"Juliet, no." His voice was firm.

"Please." She whispered. "It has to be like this."

"I'm not going to let you go." He shouted.

She walked away, "Yes you are."

He grabbed her and she struggled against his grip. "Let me go!"

At that exact moment, the door banged open and Bill Featherstone stood in the doorway. "What the heck is going on in here? If I didn't know any better I would think you were killing each other in here."

Juliet wriggled out of Gnomeo's grip. "Featherstone, we're busy!"

Gnomeo nodded. "It's important. If you could just leave us alone that would be great,"

Then, in his eyes, Gnomeo and Juliet saw the lonely gardener they had met on their first date.'

"Very well." He said quietly, bowing his head. "I'll just leave. I understand."

He walked out slowly, and closed the door quietly behind him. In a moment of silence, the lovers stood there, feeling more guilty by the second. As if mutually, Juliet ran out the door, Gnomeo right behind her.

"Featherstone, wait!" She stumbled over logs trying to follow him.

"We're sorry!" Gnomeo called, following Juliet.

"Ugh," Juliet grimaced. "Where did he go to?"

"Over here!" Gnomeo pointed to the house. Juliet walked behind him. The door was open, not locked, and he pushed it open and she followed behind him.

"Featherstone?" She called into the empty foyer. Gnomeo walked farther in. To their surprise, they heard scratchy music playing from a phonograph.

"Follow that." Gnomeo confirmed.

They did, and they found themselves going upstairs. The music was coming from a small room on the right at the end of the hallway.

"I don't remember being shown this room." Juliet stated out loud.

Gnomeo nodded and opened the door slightly.

They peered in. Bill was just standing there, looking at old pictures on the walls. Gnomeo leaned over Juliet and they both stumbled in, awkwardly. Bill didn't even look up. "I may not be smart old man, but I know what love is."

Once upon a time, long before either of you were born, there was a good man named Francis Lawrence. He fell deeply in love with society princess Diana Fellts. Now, Francis was not by any means, a rich man. In fact he was quite poor compared to Diana. Diana loved him anyway though, and they were married even though neither of thier families approved the union. Francis sold his prized pocketwatch, the only nice thing he had, to buy Diana this house and the land. That was when they hired me. Besides me there was an old cook and Diana's maid. Now, Diana's maid was named Adelia and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever saw and as I soon as I first laid eyes on her, I knew we were made for eachother. She and I hit it off right away, so between us and the Lawrences, things were pretty happy. Diana loved hosting grand parties and having nice things, and Francis didn't mind paying for them, that was until the money ran out. When that happened, things went from good to bad like that. Diana complained and Francis grew cross. Diana was used to her old way of life and wanted better treatment, but Francis couldn't afford it. Francis told her she had to sell some of her nice things and Diana threw a fit. They even asked me to leave beacuse they couldn't pay me, but I refused so I could stay close to Adelia since we were planning to get married. Finally one day, Diana had had enough. She handed Francis the divorce papers before getting in her carriage and driving home to her father's house. That was the last I saw of her or Adelia. Since Adelia was Diana's, she had to go wherever Diana went. So when Diana went to London, Adelia had to go too. I never saw her again since we said goodbye in the harbor. I've tried to find her, but I haven't got the money to do it anymore. I do know that Diana married again to some fat and rich baron over in London, who knows if she was happy before she died in childbirth. Francis left the house to me because no one would buy an old manor on the outskirts of town. Francis moved out west to be a cowboy, he told me anyway..

I have no idea whatever happened to him, but I feel like he would have written if he was still alive. But who knows. All I know is that I lost the love of my life. Other people's hate destroyed my love, and in the end I was powerless. I couldn't do anything about it. But you, you can.

Gnomeo looked at Juliet. Her eyes were big and a little teary. She met his eyes staring at her and looked at the floor guiltily.

Featherstone turned around after finishing his monologue, holding a gilded framed photograph. "These were the Lawrences." He explained.

Francis looked happy, like he was laughing as he stared down at the beautiful Diana, who met his gaze. The lovers didn't appear to even notice their photographer. They were too caught up with each other.

"They look so happy." Juliet whispered to Gnomeo. He nodded, and wiped his brow.

"Juliet." Gnomeo muttered. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah," She agreed, letting him pull her aside. "I need to talk to you too."

"That story.." He began.

"Was creepy." She finished. "I mean, it could be us turning out like the Lawerences."

"I don't want that at all." Gnomeo stated.

"Me either." She replied with as much force.

"But it can't stay like this, can it?" Gnomeo pointed out.

Juliet shook her head. "No, it can't." She sighed.

Gnomeo took her hands in his, and stared into the distance. He knew there was no other way that things could be. At this point if he wanted Juliet to be his wife someday, he would have to act now. And he did want her, more than anything. He wanted a future with her. He wanted to wake up every morning and kiss her perfect mouth and tell her he loved her every day until he died. He had never really imagined having a family or children ever, but with Juliet he could.

He had to tell her. They had only one option left..

Haha what is Gnomeo's plan? What is their only resort? What will happen at the Red Wedding? Will these doomed lovers survive? FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH PEOPLE! Also, if you didn't catch the quotes from G+J, go WATCH THE MOVIE!

Happy summer, can't wait to see what everyone does next!

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