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I feel like the only Veronaville addict, who actually plays this hood I hope you guys like, please comment as they motivate me I was originally doing this in TS3 but characters do not look the same at all. In order to understand this story you need to read the 1st part which is here. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - More Grumpy Then Usual

Tybalt layed on the sun bed by the pool. His face was covered with a magazine and he wasn't looking after his sisters as he was supposed to.
" Hermia get back here!" Juliet screamed as she chaced her by the pools edge.
" No running." Tybalt mumbled not even attempting to see what the heck girls were doing. Girls complitely ignored his statment. Juliet leaped forwards grabbing Hermia by her foot, which caused her to slip and both girls fell into the pool, splashing giant wave on Tybalt.
" The hell?!" Tybalt jumped up," really now?"he shook water of himself and then layed back on the sunbed and opened the magazine.
" Stop being a grump and join us," Juliet swan up to the edge.
" Nope." Tybalt said.
" You are mean!" Hermia exclaimed and stuck her tongue out. Tybalt just raised his eyebrow then stretched his arm to the hose with out even turning away from the magazine and sprayed Hermia," Eeee!"
" TYBALT!" A blond woman with peircing gray eyes exclaimed as she stood over Tybalt with her arms on her hips.
" What?" Tybalt shrugged," She is wet as it is mom." Tybalt said in his diffence. Woman continued peircing her son with cold stare. Tybalt rolled his eyes," Sorry, Hermia..." He proceeded reading the magazine.
" It is okey. Can you throw the hose to Juliet, I liked it." Tybalt reached over, again not taking his eyes of the magazine and tossed the hose towards the pool.
" Knock yourselves out..." he mumbled as he flipped the page. His mother sat on the other sunbed.
" Grumpy today, I see?" She asked as she watched the girls run around the pool spraying each other with water.

" When am I not grumpy?" Tybalt answered flipping another page.
" I'm sorry, you are much grumpier today." His mother chuckled. Tybalt didn't answer," Wanna talk, honey?"
" Not really." Tybalt said coldly.
" Which means yes, just spill it out." His mother was persistant. She crossed her legs and tilted her head letting sun touch her face.
" It's grand dad again." Tybalt glanced at his mother.
" Go on," She said.
" I don't wanna go to the dinner tonight. He is gonna push another girl in my face. I just turned 16 few months ago for creator's sake. He is already showing marriage in my face. I'm not even gonna marry till I am 25."
" I said the same at your age and I married your father at 19." She said calmly.
" Your point?" Tybalt put his magazine aside.
" Your mind changes sweetie."
" Did you have to go through this?" he asked.
" Of course. How do you think I met your dad?"
" You liked him though?"
" Of course!" his mother exclamied," I wouldn't marry him if I didn't."
" Well I don't like any of the girls he pushes in my face," Tybalt exclaimed," They are all snobs and just...dumb." he concluded.
" Who said you have to like the girl he introduces you to?" his mother asked.
" He does!" Tybalt pointed toward the mansion.
" Because you're the heir," His mom explained.
" Gee, thanks... That cheered me up!" He rolled his eyes.
" BUT," His mother continued," You don't have to marry a girl he introduces. Your father wasn't introduced to me by him. I met him in university. My father liked him, we married, then you guys were born."
" What are the chances of me not finding a whore that is chasing you for money and sex in this town?"
" Watch you italian mister," his mom said in a strict tone," and they are pretty high. Don't worry, your princess will come along..."
" When I am eighty..." Tybalt huffed.
" Hey," his mother chuckled," It is getting late you better go and get ready honey..."
" Yay, another boring and dull dinner, with another not potential bride." Tybalt got of the sun bed and walked towards the mansion. His mother watched as he walked away and sighed. She saw Consort come out and he said hello to Tybalt. Tybalt replied in a grumpy tone and disappeared behind the doors.

" What little bug crawled into him today?" Consort asked his daughter.
" Same as usual daddy dearest. He doesn't like when you push girls in his face." His daughter replied.
" Well what can I do, Cordelia! Your son shows no interest in any females what so ever!" Consort exclaimed in his deffence.
" Well maybe if you didn't load him with so many things to do, he would be interested!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"He is an heir! He will be Don after I die! There is many things he needs to learn!" Consort exclaimed," Now, stop complaining! Let's just hope he will like this girl..."
" Father you are unbelivable!"
" Stop treating him like he is five, Cordelia. The kid is 16, he should know whats right or wrong."
" At least let him pick a girl for himself. Like I did."
" You are just purely lucky, I liked your husband. He will marry who ever I chose..."

" Oh, so I have no say in this even though he is my son?!"Cordelia crossed her arms on her chest," So if I want him to pick a girl for himself, it does not matter, does it now?"
" Look, Cordie, honey I don't want to argue about this right now. Let's just hope dinner goes well...I don't wanna get on the bad side of one the Verona clans..." Consort hugged his daughter.
" Don't be tough on him dad, don't pressure him. He has many years ahead of him." Cordelia said,"he is only 16 dad."
" Alrgith, you are lucky you are my favorite," Consort rolled his eyes," Now go get dressed. And you two," Consort exclamied ot he girls who were still in the pool," Go clean up, the guest will be here soon." Juliet and hermia climbed out of the pool and run to the mansion. Cordelia followed their daughters. Consort stayed outside for few minutes and sighed. He had a very bad feeling about this evening.

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Hope you like it guys, please comment and tell me what you think . Just for reference, Juliet is 14 and Hermia is 12.