K I quit all my other stories except "Our Kind of Relationship" Yeah... Anywhooo... This new story is basically... a Romeo and Juliet story... It us based on similar themes. Of course it's modern day Don't criticize if you don't like it, don't read and comment, just leave and keep your mean thoughts to yourself I will accept harshness for errors, like spelling, grammar and punctuation, but that's it please Thank you... ~Katie Shute <>~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~<> It was a loud day in London, England. Two families, Posthe and Davison were fighting in the streets. Car horns were honking and there were sounds of screeching tires. "I'll beat your Posthe ass!" shouted the blonde haired Davison. "Let's race!" "No let's make this physical!" shouted the dark haired Posthe as he got out of his car. "Austin! Get out here and help me!" The car door opened and a tall young man stepped out. He was handsome, his face still young, but he seemed much more mature for his age. He had dark messy hair and dark eyes. His name was Austin Posthe, age sixteen. "I'm here James," he said quietly. The boy named James was cousin to Austin, they were quite close and were nearly best friends. He flipped up a switch blade from his back pocket. "Let's see what you got, Davison dirt!" he taunted. "Shut up!" shouted the blonde haired Davison. He rushed at James with his own knife and the two started. Austin watched. He flipped his switch blade up, but merely played with it, not using it for any reason. He watched as his cousin's sleeve was cut and he quickly stepped in between the two and pointed his knife at the blonde haired Davison. "Bring it," he taunted. The Davison lunged at him but Austin dodged and countered with an attempted cut which missed. "Stop! Stop it right there!" shouted a voice. The three men looked towards an officer who was running towards them. "Stop right now!" he shouted. "Officer Brown..." muttered James. He slid his knife into his back pocket and folded his arms. "Why are you here? Go back to your post!" "I demand you stop this behavior. Your parents may not be in a healthy relationship, but that has nothing to do with you. Go home all of you. I don't want to see anymore trouble or next time I will have all three of you in jail cells. You got me? Austin, James, Mason?" "Yes," said Austin, flipping his knife back into safety. "Yeah," said James and he pushed a hand through his dark hair. "And you Mason?" asked Brown as he eyed the blonde haired boy. The boy, Mason, glared at the cousins before nodding and leaving the premises. "I mean it," continued Brown. "Anymore of this nonsense and I'll lock you both up, no matter who started it," he said and he sighed and went back to his post. "Jeez... grumpy old man," growled James. "Whatever. I don't want to get into this... Anyways... Did you hear?" "Hear what?" "The Davison's are throwing a party tonight. To celebrate the fourteenth birthday of their daughter." "Daughter?" "Hell, I don't know the name of some Davison girl. Anyways, Kayla is going to be there! Her family is part of the rich society so there's no doubt she'll be there!" "Get a grip man, she's not your type. Sure she has the looks, but she wouldn't be interested in you, no offense cousin," laughed James as he patted the younger man's back. "Oh and you are? Whatever, I come from good money, it's not like I'm from some low class family. One day we might actually be arranged to marry each other!" "Yeah right." "Haha. Anyways, it's a masquerade party. Which makes it easier for us to go unseen." "You're really gonna crash this party?" "No James. We are." <>~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~<> Ah I'm sorry! It's really bad