Two gangs, both alike in dignity
(In sunny Ventura, where we lay our scene),
From ancient arguments break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the groups of these two enemies
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life (or maybe not...);
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She sat on her surfboard, legs dangling into the clear water.
He sat on his bike, wind rushing through his gelled-back locks.
Both were trying to clear their heads.
He felt confused.
She felt nauseous. And a tiny bit angry.
Her brother was going to kill her for this.
His girlfriend would kill him for this.
He knew everything that was wrong with this. He knew exactly why what he was doing was wrong, but for some reason he couldn't help it. He turned the corner, and reminded himself of all the bad things.
She hated herself for it. She couldn't feel this way, and yet she did. She didn't know why it was so bad- nobody ever told her anything. She sat on the waveless water, and thought she could work it out.
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The Motorcycle Monarch
Randomin which the younger sister of the laid back leader of a group of surfers falls in love with the rude, bad boy in a rivaling group of bikers
