"Then why do you always parade around infront of them all the time Juliette,"
"Well I'm sorry for trying to be independent, it's over, we're over"
Julie closed her phone and threw it on the vanity, and got some articles of clothing from her closet. She looked at herself in the mirror, "It'll do," she thought to herself. She was dressed in a yellow babydoll and black skinny jeans that contrasted very well against her tan complexion. She added a light coat of make up, and pulled her black hair out of its hold, allowing it to flow down her back.
BEEP!
She dug through all the make up and hair products on her vanity, locating her phone.
We're almost there, connect everything.
Julie read the text message then shoved the phone in her pocket, walking to the studio and doing as she was instructed. Her band was having practice today and she was in no mood to be around people at the moment.
A few minutes passed by when she heard the front door close.
"Hey Jules," Leah said jumping in the studio.
"Hi Lee," she returned, "Where is everyone else,"
"Probably lost," Leah said nonchalantly.
"What does that mean," Julie asked.
"Oh come on, a person gets lost trying to find a bathroom in your house,"
"But there is like four of them," Julie said.
"My point exactly," Leah laughed.
Before Julie was allowed a chance to reply Jazmin, the keyboardist in the band, burst in, "Do you know you have a room for shoes....just for shoes,"
"Uhh yeah," Julie said, keeping in a laugh.
"Yes, because we all know Jules has an obsession with foot wear," Travis, the drummer, teased.
"I do not," Julie fought.
"Oh my dear Juliette," Adam, bass guitarist, said, "You have a problem, deal with it,"
Julie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's just start,"
The band took their places and and waited as Travis counted down, initiating the beginning of a song.
Practice dragged on forever for Julie, wrong notes were being played, cues were being missed, and she didn't even want to start with the drums, but eventually she got fed up.
"What the hell was that?" Julie burst out on Travis, "Your supposed to be playing the drums no beating the living shit out of them,"
"Well sorry," Travis apologized harshly, "I'm just playing what you wrote,"
"Well, play it right," She spat.
"I am," Travis yelled, standing up.
"No, you aren't, you never do," Julie yelled, stepping towards him.
"Jules, just relax," Adam said.
"Yeah, I think you're overreacting," Jazmin added.
"I am not," Julie exclaimed, "I can't help it if he always does a mediocre job,"
"Hey, watch what you say Jules, you're not perfect either," Leah warned.
"I never said I was, why are you all ganging up on me," Julie demanded.
"Maybe because your being bitch," Travis shouted.
Julie glared at her band member, determined to win this argument.
"How about we take a break," Leah suggested.
"Gladly," Julie spat, "I'll be back,"
Julie stormed out of the house, grabbing her purse in the process, and drove to the nearby coffee house.
She entered the shop and almost immeadiatly heard her best friend yell out her name.
"Juliette, my love," Aaron yelled, "How are you darling"
"I've been better," she replied with a smile, as she approached the counter.
"Bad day, eh?" Aaron predicted.
Julie nodded and took a seat.
"So hot chocolate," Aaron asked.
"Yes please,"
Aaron made the hot drink and handed it to Julie, "So how's the boyfriend?" Aaron asked.
"I dumped him," Julie replied, her gaze glued to the swirling marshmallows in her drink.
"Thank God," Aaron chided.
Julie threw him a puzzled look.
Aaron laughed loudly and then began explaining, "I'm sorry Juliette, but you pick the worst ones,"
"I do not," Julie defended, "What about...oh no he was a bad catch, but what about...hmphh, I do, don't I"
Aaron sympathetically smiled and nodded.
"Well I gotta go Aaron, the band is expecting me, charge my drink to my tab," Julie said jumping off her chair and grabbing her drink and purse.
"Will do,"
Julie walked out to the parking lot struggling to find her keys in her purse.
"Come on I know you're in here," she muttered to herself.
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"Yes Nate, I'll be fine, I'm wearing a disguise, a hat and glasses do too work, I'll be fine I'm just going to get some coffee okay, I'll be back later," Shane hung up his phone and shoved it in his jacket pocket.
He exited his car and started walking towards the coffee house. His phone began to ring once again, as he began searching his pocket for it, he collided with someone.
"Oh great," Julie said as her drink and the contents of her purse spilled out.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," Shane apologized, "I wasn't watching where I was going,"
"It's okay," Julie said kneeling down to pick up her belongings, "My day has been bad enough, it can't get any worse than this,"
Shane knelt down next to her and helped her recruit her things.
"No it's okay, I got this," Julie said, refusing his help.
"At least let me replace your drink," Shane suggested.
"I can deal with that," Julie replied.
Shane stood up before assisting Julie. The two walked back to the shop and ordered their drinks.
"I'm so sorry," Shane repeated as he handing Julie her drink.
"Like I said before, it's okay, these things happen Shane," Julie said with a smirk.
Shane's jaw dropped, "How did you know it was me?"
"Was it supposed to be a secret, because if it was you might want to try a better disguise," Julie suggested.
Shane laughed at Julie's wit, "So why didn't you scream or shriek or beg for an autograph?"
"Was I supposed to?" Julie asked sarcastically, "I guess I forgot,"
"Well you know me, so who are you?"
"Oh right," Julie said, "I'm Juliette, but Julie works better for me,"
"Ok, Julie would you like to keep me company," Shane proposed, pointing to the hot cup in his hand.
Julie thought about her band members, but quickly pushed it to the back of her head, "Sure,"
Woo. New story, well basically I'm rewriting one of my old story which happened to suck. Uberly bad. But I am changing alot of things in the stories. Tell me what you guys think!
