So, What's in a Name huh?

Juliet Lee.

I know I have the most ancient name in world history. I lived the most boring life spending most of my time at home reading pocketbooks or watched movies in dvds. My love life was pretty, pretty boring as well.

Convent?

Yup, it did cross my mind to enter the convent since more or less my life has been like a nun.

No boyfriend.

No sex (obviously).

No date (duh!).

Just as when I finally decided to give up any hope of living a spicier life…well, I wouldn’t complain if a little sprinkle of spice will help, then…just my life changed—three years ago.

So I will start this story on one normal Saturday morning on one normal day. Just like any other weekends I and my friend decided which place to meet and so after a few discussions over the phone, we ended up still on the usual meeting place—the only Bookstore in our favourite mall in the little town of Hera’s Haven, the Library.

After running after the bus with my newly bought four inch heel—I know I was being stupid but I was one of those women who will choose appearance over comfort.

Anyway, as expected I arrived in the said place earlier than her—what’s new about it, right? She’s always late. I was always on time.

I again found myself skimming through the newly arrived books on the shelf when…just when I felt the fine hairs on my nape stood up!

For a split second I thought a ghost just passed right through me. It was like an instinct for me to close my eyes (was I praying? Maybe) and as I opened my eyes the very first thing I saw the most beautiful pair of eyes ever in my whole life. He was staring down at me!

I wasn’t exaggerating!

I felt my spirit just flew out from my body. I felt my heart stopped beating. I even thought I was looking straight to the eyes of an angel.

He has the bluest pair of eyes ever. It was the kind of eyes you’re willing to drown yourself into.

Sighed!

Anyway, I was startled when I felt him holding my arm.

That’s when I realized my knees buckled.

W-Wait! Did I just own a pair of weak knees?

Crap!

“T-Thanks.” I was stammering. Not a pretty sight I may say. “I-I…h-have to go.” I knew I wasn’t myself so I had no choice but to dash off before making a fool more of myself.
I turned my head before leaving the place and my heart was really on the mode of breaking down when I saw him watching me while smiling.

After that I thought that was the end. I was literally cursing myself for being number one in making a fool out of oneself until I saw him again a month after.

I wasn’t a religious woman. But after constant bickering of my mom I finally gave in and I found myself wearing my boring Sunday dress and I put on a light make up that goes together with my newly washed hair.

I was pouting waiting for the church to fill in when I noticed Blue Eyes walking in from the door. God! I almost uttered the word “F*ck!” in front of my mom it’s just a good thing I was able to stop myself.

I don’t know what happened next actually. The only thing I remembered was him sitting beside me. I think he didn’t remember me. *Sigh!*

It was really freaky that it’s a ratio of 1:50 that our paths would cross again since the town wasn’t that small to start with, with a population of close to three hundred thousand. But we did.

I was on my way home at exactly 10 in the evening, driving my mom's car in an empty street when my car suddenly broke down. Come on! I was literally thought that Freddy Krueger would jump in front of me with his sharp nails. So you could imagine me looking like a scaredy cat looking around for any sudden movements.

I angrily (and still scared) stepped off the antique car and opened the hood.

It’s not that I have a clue about the wires inside the car. I was just hoping that maybe a little gentle tap could help or anything. In the end I exasperatedly gave up saying, “How on earth I was supposed to fix this when I didn't know a thing about mechanic thingy?” I was half sleepy, brain almost giving up the sanity left.

I was literally hanging by a thread here.

That’s just when I thought of calling my brother. I was just hoping that he’s awake still. I took out my mobile phone from my handbag "Just great!" I let out a scream. The freaking phone’s dead!

I knew I was on the verge of freaking out. Who wouldn’t be? I was in the middle of the road with no cars in sight. The swaying of the trees and their leaves and branches scaring the hell out of me. Still the nightmare of Freddy Kruger haunting me.

I thought I heard a car. I know I heard a car! I was beaming that second. Just then my cautious brain screamed. “It might be kidnappers or rapists!” I found myself scrambling towards the car and locked the door.

I closed my eyes and was praying to all the available gods in heavens.

I heard a small rap on the window. I opened my eyes and I gasped.

It was Him!

It’s Blue Eyes himself!

I slid down the window and faced him. "What happened?" god, how could his voice be this sexy low? I thought.

"I don't know. My car just broke down," I replied.

To cut the long story short, he fixed my mom’s antique car.

We talked and found out that we went to the same school. He and his family moved in to the neighbourhood next to ours.

Talk about fate, people!

After the car has been fixed I climbed in and embarrassingly thinking of asking for his name without trying to sound eager or desperate. Or mobile number maybe?

Before I could open my mouth I heard him asked, “What’s your name by the way?”

Yes! I felt my cheeks getting warmer. I was blushing big deal! "Oh, sure...my names Juliet."

His faced changed. His eyes were dancing as he was chuckling. God, I was literally found it embarrassing on how my mother named me. Juliet sound funny.

I knew I was frowning and it was obvious. He was feeling sorry right after and said, “No! Don’t get mad. I was—“he paused. “Well…” he smiled warmly this time. “You see. My name’s Romeo.”

Well, I don't know what you call it.

Was it Fate?

Or was it Destiny?

Romeo and Juliet is a tragic play written early in the career of William Shakespeare about two teenage "star-crossed lovers" whose untimely deaths ultimately unite their feuding households.

But seriously, our life was definitely didn't patterned that of Shakespear's tragic play. We may have our ups and downs as a couple.

But then again, Romeo's the very person who spiced up my life why?

Well, that's another story for me to tell.

So, what's in a name, huh?

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