A/N: This is a future fic, just giving you guys that warning now. I know we have no idea what will happen with Carpenter and Juliet, but that is the fun of fanfiction. We get to make up crap. Oh and by the way I keep forgetting to say this in my other stories. I don't own Ringer or any of the characters! I really wish I did though. I actually got this idea from a Chinese idiom, just in case anyone was wondering. The talk with the psychic takes place in the summer before the third autumn. The breakup takes place in the first autumn. Anyways, on with the story and you guys know I love reviews, whether they are good or bad.

Three Autumns

Chapter One: The First Autumn

Juliet Martin pulled her black VW bug to the curb in front of the old gypsy ladies' store front. Normally, she wouldn't go to a psychic, but while she had been sitting in the cafeteria reading a copy of "Northanger Abbey" by Jane Austen she overheard a vapid bunch of girls talking about this psychic gypsy lady.

"It was so hard not to believe her," The blonde at the table said before she continued to chew her gum like she was a cow. "She totally knew what Johnny got me for my birthday last year."

Juliet cringed at the sound. She placed the bookmark in her book and began to stand up. However, she lowered herself back into her seat when she heard the red head begin to talk.

"She told me he would call and I actually laughed at her," The red head's tone was serious. Juliet flinched at the sound of her voice. "He did call and he told me it wasn't over. That he would fight for me." All the other girls sighed as if they were watching an old romantic comedy. Their eyes glittered and they congratulated their friend.

Juliet's heart began to pick up speed. She had remembered when she had heard those exact words. "It's not over." She could easily the picture the sad look that filled his dark eyes as he said the last words she would ever hear from him "I will let you find yourself, but I know you will come back to me."

Juliet had never let it show, but a little voice in her head screamed at her that he was right. She would runaway now, but she would eventually find her way back to him. She put on an act for him, telling him she would be alright without him.

She had been so cold to the only man she had ever really loved. She could see the pain in his eyes, how she crushed him. She wanted nothing more to throw her arms around him and take back the words she had said, tell him she hadn't meant to be so cold.

However, recent events in her life had forced her to push him out of her life. He had always stood by her side, but things were getting ugly and they were getting ugly fast.

Siobhan had returned to town a few weeks after she graduated from high school. She made her presence known quickly and it was shock to her father as well as herself that Siobhan's sister, Bridget had been posing as her sister all along. However, before Andrew could confront Bridget she ran and she wasn't able to tell them the good news. She was a couple months along with Andrew's first son.

Juliet rested her her head on the steering wheel for a few moments. "It's now or never." she thought as she climbed out of her car. She locked it and made her way to the red front door. She swallowed and knocked on the door softly.

A woman who was at least in her late seventies opened the door. She had a cane in her right hand, which Juliet guessed was there to help her walk or it could be for show.

"Come in child," Her voice was raspy. She stepped aside and Juliet walked inside. "I have been expecting you."

Juliet thought she should have been a little creeped out by the statement. The little old woman sounded like someone from a horror movie. For a moment Juliet felt like if she stayed inside this house she would never come out. She brushed off the feeling as she looked around the old ladies' house.

Juliet looked around amazed at how may trinkets this woman had in her house. Glass angels and dogs lined her mantle. She looked up above the mantle and saw a giant deer head mounted. She cringed a little wondering if it was real.

"It's not real sweetheart," The little old lady said as she motioned her to sit down in a pink lawn chair. "Please sit down."

As Juliet sat down she felt the chair creak under her. "Is this chair going to break?' Juliet asked, she was a little nervous it was going to cave in on itself and she would be on the floor.

"Oh it won't Juliet, it always creaks like that," Juliet eyes got a little wider and the old woman just smiled. "Don't look so shocked sweetie, now what did you come here for?"

Juliet was still shocked and didn't know what to say. Luckily, the little old lady said it for her. "You want to talk about Carpenter,don't you?" she asked softly as Juliet tilted her head to avoid her eyes. "Yeah." Juliet said softly as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"I want to know if he is okay." Juliet said as her hazel eyes brimmed with tears. She had never talked with anyone else about Carpenter, well not at school anyway. After their breakup she left for school, she had a single dorm, and refused to make any friends.

She had become depressed without him in her life. She had runaway from him and she had regretted it ever since, but she couldn't put him through anymore crap than she already had. She had to grow up and she needed to know he understood.

With a sigh the little old lady stared across her from the table. Her bright, blue eyes filled with a sorrow Juliet thought she would never see again. Carpenter had the same look in his eyes when she broke his heart.

"Sweetie, he is pretty much in the same state you are. He is just surviving, he isn't really living anymore." The old woman's words were sympathetic and they made Juliet want to cry.

She destroyed his spirit and his heart, but most of all she destroyed him.

"After you left he told your father about your relationship," Juliet was shocked. Carpenter sure had a lot of guts. "Your daddy didn't take it well at first, but he wasn't shocked. He came around and their friends now."

Juliet just nodded her head and wiped a stray tear that fell from her eyes. "Oh and your daddy will be calling you soon. He will have some news."

Juliet wondered what that news could possibly be. Bridget had eventually been found by a private investigator her father had hired. Her father had gone to confront her and found out she was pregnant. He was upset she hadn't told him, that she had just run. She told him she had wanted to tell him, but felt like she had no choice. She had to run.

Juliet's little brother was born a few months later and they named him Douglas. A few months after Douglas was born, her father and Bridget got married at a courthouse in New York. Carpenter had been their only witness.

Juliet's father called all the time asking her to come home for a visit, but she couldn't. She wanted to see him so much and she wanted to meet her new baby brother for the first time. However, she was terrified of running into Carpenter. She couldn't face him right now.

"He didn't see the breakup coming," The old lady swallowed as she spoke. Juliet didn't like where this was going. "He was blindsided by your actions. He had hoped for a different outcome that night."

"What do you mean?" Juliet asked softly. She suddenly began to regret coming here. She had a feeling she knew what the old woman was going to say, but she didn't want to hear it. They had been at their special place in the park that night and he had been really happy. Juliet had never seen him that happy or sad as he was that night.

The old lady met her eyes. She probably knew what Juliet was thinking. However, she ignored Juliet's silent plea not to tell her. She probably thought Juliet needed to hear it, though she felt bad she was the one who was going to tell her. "He had a ring in his pocket," Juliet's heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach."He was going to propose to you."