A Pair of Star Crossed Lovers, chapter 1
*This starts when Billie is 21, he has met Adrienne and they are engaged. Juliet is 18. *
Juliet sat at the bar and stared up at the stage with great interest. She turned back to the bar tender and ordered a beer. He looked her over with a suspicious eye before turning back. Rolling her eyes Juliet looked back at the band, they were busy packing things away. The lead singer of the band was hot, she couldn't deny that. She found herself just staring at him.
"Hey! You ready?"
A loud voice yelled across the room snapping Juliet out of her trance.
"Wh... What Juliet?" Stuttered back, turning around to see Tybalt by the exit. "Yeah I'll be there in one fucking minute."
She stepped off of the stool, grabbing the unfinished beer. She started to walk towards the door when on a whim she decided to turn around. She was going to at least talk to the guy first. Juliet walked across the empty room her head high with confidence.
"Hey!", She said to the black haired lead singer as she stretched out her hand. "I'm Juliet."
"Hey... Uh... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong", He smiled.
There was a moment of awkward silence. The entire time Juliet was pretty sure he spent staring at her chest.
"Umm I really liked your show.", Juliet smiled trying to break the silence.
"Yeah really!" Billie Joe smiled enthusiastically. "Thanks"
Juliet blushed. He was too cute she thought to herself.
"HEY! Who's this", a short blond hair guy jumped off the stage.
"Tre this is Juliet. Juliet this is Tre Cool", Billie Joe said flashing Juliet a smile.
"Pleasure to meet you Madame", Tre said curtseying. "And does Juliet have a last name?"
Juliet twirled her naturally black hair. She was hoping they weren't going to ask her.
"Uhhuh... Its Montague.... Juliet Rose Montague," She grimaced.
The two stood there, the smiles gone from their faces. She knew they would recognize her name.
"Like the Montague family", Billie asked nervously.
"Yep... That's me... I mean us... I mean... Yeah", She smiled sheepishly looking down at her feet.
She hated having this last name; it was like a kind of burden. Everyone knew about the things her family did, it was on the news every single night.
"I got to go", Juliet said pointing to the door. "My cousins waiting for me.. Ummm... Great show you guys were awesome.
"Thanks", The two men said in unison.
Juliet turned around; she could feel hot tears roll down her check.
Opening up the door to the club a rush of cold air hit her. Shivering she walked over to Tybalt's car quickly.
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10 years later Present day.
Juliet took a long drag from her cigarette. Breathing in deeply she turned to see Mercutio beating the fuck out of some guy. She hated this part of her job. Exhaling the smoke she turned and walked towards the two men.
Romeo Capulet was on the ground blood spurting from his nose. Raising her foot Juliet kicked him as hard as she could in the face. From the scream that emitted from his mouth she was almost positive she had knocked as few of his teeth out. She bent down so she became almost level with his bloody face. Reaching out she grabbed a large portion of his hair and pulled him close to her face.
"You have the money?" She asked sweetly a grin spreading across her face.
"No.... Please I will get it I swear", he cried grabbing onto the toe of her boot.
With a disgusted look on her face Juliet stood up and looked over a Mercutio.
"He's a Capulet, sure you wanna do this?" She asked looking directly into Mercutio's eyes.
Mercutio nodded rubbing his bleeding fists.
Sighing to herself Juliet reached into her jacket removing a long, sleek, silver gun.
"Really sorry bud", She smiled sympathetically as she pointed the gun at Romeo.
Juliet pulled on the trigger three times, the loud shots echoing clearly through the warehouse. When she was done she removed a hundred dollar bill from her wallet, rolled it up and stuck it half way up his nose. Her calling card.
"Are you gonna help me?", Juliet asked as she picked up the dead Capulet and started to drag his body.
"Yeah", Mercutio said. "We'll put him in the trunk for now ok."
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Juliet heard Mercutio slam the trunk door as she fumbled to light another cigarette. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts that all she wanted to do was drive.
The car ride was quiet. The radio was the only noise that filled the clean black car. Looking up into the mirror Juliet grimaced as she wiped a speck of blood from her cheek. Staring back into the mirror she surveyed her face. She had deep green eyes, a pierced nose and jet black hair. There were lines under her eyes from lack of sleep. That's all she needed right now was sleep, she was so tired.
"Hey you wanna grab a beer?", Mercutio asked breaking the silence.
"Sure." Juliet responded. "Where?"
"We could use our reserved VIP seating at the Belagio.", He stated more than asked.
In five minutes the two had turned onto the Vegas strip and were within minutes of the hotel. Pulling into the parking lot Mercutio parked the car far away from the others considering they had a dead body in the trunk.
The two entered the restaurant part of the hotel and were immediately greeted by the manger. He was a small nervous man who seemed to be very jumpy. Juliet wasn't sure if he did that with everyone or it was just because he was dealing with two people from "the mob".
"Ahhh, Mercutio, Juliet! So nice to see you, how is you father?", The small man asked fiddling nervously with his hands.
"Fine", Juliet said not even bothering to look at him. Instead she scanned the bar making sure she knew no one.
"Here follow me.", The manger said leading the two to the VIP room. "Now there is another group of people. They are just having dinner."
"In our VIP room?", Mercutio growled.
"We didn't know you were coming," the small man squeaked. "We can bring another table into the room and dinner will be on us for the inconvenience."
"Sure," Juliet whispered before her cousin said something that would get them kicked out.
The two Montagues waited outside the room until one of the waiters beckoned them in. Juliet could hear raised voices. She was sure it was whoever was eating in the VIP room as it is only meant for one group of people. She could hear the mangers tiny voice pleading with this person. All the voices ceased when Juliet entered. She knew they probably recognized her. Her face had been on the news for the past week; she had been under investigation for a triple homicide. Removing her coat she knew they had to recognize her now. The top she was wearing had no back to it allowing her tattoo's to be seen by all. On the top of her back in big bold English scripture read "Only God can judge me" and below this surrounded by dieing rose vines was written "The butcher of Verona" in cat scratch. She could feel eyes on her back reading the infamous tattoo's. Juliet could even hear panicked whispers. Sitting down and pulling in her chair Juliet glanced to the side.
The table beside them had six people, three men who seemed oddly familiar and three women. The it hit her it was that band Green Day. And there sitting with his arm around a women with dreadlocks was Billie Joe the man she had met long ago. She smiled to herself; he was still as hot as he had been ten years ago.
Juliet sat at the bar and stared up at the stage with great interest. She turned back to the bar tender and ordered a beer. He looked her over with a suspicious eye before turning back. Rolling her eyes Juliet looked back at the band, they were busy packing things away. The lead singer of the band was hot, she couldn't deny that. She found herself just staring at him.
"Hey! You ready?"
A loud voice yelled across the room snapping Juliet out of her trance.
"Wh... What Juliet?" Stuttered back, turning around to see Tybalt by the exit. "Yeah I'll be there in one fucking minute."
She stepped off of the stool, grabbing the unfinished beer. She started to walk towards the door when on a whim she decided to turn around. She was going to at least talk to the guy first. Juliet walked across the empty room her head high with confidence.
"Hey!", She said to the black haired lead singer as she stretched out her hand. "I'm Juliet."
"Hey... Uh... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong", He smiled.
There was a moment of awkward silence. The entire time Juliet was pretty sure he spent staring at her chest.
"Umm I really liked your show.", Juliet smiled trying to break the silence.
"Yeah really!" Billie Joe smiled enthusiastically. "Thanks"
Juliet blushed. He was too cute she thought to herself.
"HEY! Who's this", a short blond hair guy jumped off the stage.
"Tre this is Juliet. Juliet this is Tre Cool", Billie Joe said flashing Juliet a smile.
"Pleasure to meet you Madame", Tre said curtseying. "And does Juliet have a last name?"
Juliet twirled her naturally black hair. She was hoping they weren't going to ask her.
"Uhhuh... Its Montague.... Juliet Rose Montague," She grimaced.
The two stood there, the smiles gone from their faces. She knew they would recognize her name.
"Like the Montague family", Billie asked nervously.
"Yep... That's me... I mean us... I mean... Yeah", She smiled sheepishly looking down at her feet.
She hated having this last name; it was like a kind of burden. Everyone knew about the things her family did, it was on the news every single night.
"I got to go", Juliet said pointing to the door. "My cousins waiting for me.. Ummm... Great show you guys were awesome.
"Thanks", The two men said in unison.
Juliet turned around; she could feel hot tears roll down her check.
Opening up the door to the club a rush of cold air hit her. Shivering she walked over to Tybalt's car quickly.
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10 years later Present day.
Juliet took a long drag from her cigarette. Breathing in deeply she turned to see Mercutio beating the fuck out of some guy. She hated this part of her job. Exhaling the smoke she turned and walked towards the two men.
Romeo Capulet was on the ground blood spurting from his nose. Raising her foot Juliet kicked him as hard as she could in the face. From the scream that emitted from his mouth she was almost positive she had knocked as few of his teeth out. She bent down so she became almost level with his bloody face. Reaching out she grabbed a large portion of his hair and pulled him close to her face.
"You have the money?" She asked sweetly a grin spreading across her face.
"No.... Please I will get it I swear", he cried grabbing onto the toe of her boot.
With a disgusted look on her face Juliet stood up and looked over a Mercutio.
"He's a Capulet, sure you wanna do this?" She asked looking directly into Mercutio's eyes.
Mercutio nodded rubbing his bleeding fists.
Sighing to herself Juliet reached into her jacket removing a long, sleek, silver gun.
"Really sorry bud", She smiled sympathetically as she pointed the gun at Romeo.
Juliet pulled on the trigger three times, the loud shots echoing clearly through the warehouse. When she was done she removed a hundred dollar bill from her wallet, rolled it up and stuck it half way up his nose. Her calling card.
"Are you gonna help me?", Juliet asked as she picked up the dead Capulet and started to drag his body.
"Yeah", Mercutio said. "We'll put him in the trunk for now ok."
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Juliet heard Mercutio slam the trunk door as she fumbled to light another cigarette. Her head was swimming with so many thoughts that all she wanted to do was drive.
The car ride was quiet. The radio was the only noise that filled the clean black car. Looking up into the mirror Juliet grimaced as she wiped a speck of blood from her cheek. Staring back into the mirror she surveyed her face. She had deep green eyes, a pierced nose and jet black hair. There were lines under her eyes from lack of sleep. That's all she needed right now was sleep, she was so tired.
"Hey you wanna grab a beer?", Mercutio asked breaking the silence.
"Sure." Juliet responded. "Where?"
"We could use our reserved VIP seating at the Belagio.", He stated more than asked.
In five minutes the two had turned onto the Vegas strip and were within minutes of the hotel. Pulling into the parking lot Mercutio parked the car far away from the others considering they had a dead body in the trunk.
The two entered the restaurant part of the hotel and were immediately greeted by the manger. He was a small nervous man who seemed to be very jumpy. Juliet wasn't sure if he did that with everyone or it was just because he was dealing with two people from "the mob".
"Ahhh, Mercutio, Juliet! So nice to see you, how is you father?", The small man asked fiddling nervously with his hands.
"Fine", Juliet said not even bothering to look at him. Instead she scanned the bar making sure she knew no one.
"Here follow me.", The manger said leading the two to the VIP room. "Now there is another group of people. They are just having dinner."
"In our VIP room?", Mercutio growled.
"We didn't know you were coming," the small man squeaked. "We can bring another table into the room and dinner will be on us for the inconvenience."
"Sure," Juliet whispered before her cousin said something that would get them kicked out.
The two Montagues waited outside the room until one of the waiters beckoned them in. Juliet could hear raised voices. She was sure it was whoever was eating in the VIP room as it is only meant for one group of people. She could hear the mangers tiny voice pleading with this person. All the voices ceased when Juliet entered. She knew they probably recognized her. Her face had been on the news for the past week; she had been under investigation for a triple homicide. Removing her coat she knew they had to recognize her now. The top she was wearing had no back to it allowing her tattoo's to be seen by all. On the top of her back in big bold English scripture read "Only God can judge me" and below this surrounded by dieing rose vines was written "The butcher of Verona" in cat scratch. She could feel eyes on her back reading the infamous tattoo's. Juliet could even hear panicked whispers. Sitting down and pulling in her chair Juliet glanced to the side.
The table beside them had six people, three men who seemed oddly familiar and three women. The it hit her it was that band Green Day. And there sitting with his arm around a women with dreadlocks was Billie Joe the man she had met long ago. She smiled to herself; he was still as hot as he had been ten years ago.
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