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Fate Steps In

Four

Of Getting Ready and Getting Help

Juliet awoke the next morning, blissfully happy. She had no idea how she managed to get back up into her bedroom, but she felt that if her life was a Disney movie, right about now all the little hummingbirds and butterflies would be surrounding her, helping her get dressed.

That feeling vanished completely when she checked her cell phone. She had somehow forgotten to bring it with her when she retreated to the clubhouse. Her phone registered that she had… forty missed calls. Wow. Never know how popular you are until you go missing, I guess. Ten were from various people. Thirty were from Perry. She rolled her eyes and tossed the phone on the bed. She'd deal with those calls later. Right now, she just really wanted a bubble bath.

As she lay soaking the massive tub, surrounded by pretty bubbles of all colors and sizes, she finally thought about everything. Last night, she'd told Romeo that she loved him. Would he remember that? She was pretty sure he was mostly asleep. Then again, she'd thought he was asleep when she started talking in the first place, but then he kissed her back, so unless he usually does that in his sleep, he was awake. Urgh. She'd ditched Perry for him. She thought she had loved Perry, but those feelings weren't like the ones for Romeo. She decided that she'd stay home all day, recuperating from the backache that she was clearly going to have, courtesy of sleeping on the floor, no matter how comfortable it was.

She got out and walked back into her spacious bedroom. It was then that she realized that the answering machine for her bedroom phone line was blinking so rapidly that if she was prone to seizures, this surely would've given her one. Walking lightly across the soft rose-colored carpeting, Juliet pressed down the PLAY button on her metallic-pink colored machine and resumed getting dressed. She assumed that she'd spend the day watching T.V. in her bedroom. She'd wear her new light blue Juicy Couture sweat suit. No, pink. Everything else in her room was pink, why shouldn't she be too? So yeah, she'd wear pink and alternate between lying across her dusky-rose colored chaise lounge and watching TV, and sprawling across her enormous, circular pale pink bed and watching DVDs. Maybe even Romeo & Juliet—although it was exceptionally corny in her position, she always had a soft spot for Leonardo DiCaprio. And she'd have ice cream. Yay! By the time she got to the end of the messages, she was already dressed, applying make-up and extremely looking forward to her day of rest and relaxation.

"Juliet, it's me, Perry." A voice called through her answering machine, and she froze. "I'm really worried about you. You didn't come last night, and you didn't answer any of your phones. Do you have any idea how bad this makes me look? We really need to keep up appearances. Anyway, I'll see you at the barbeque later Jules. Love you." BEEP.

Jules. Romeo called her that. Why was Perry doing it all of a sudden? It sounded so unnatural coming from him. Barbeque? What barbeque? Oh yeah! That one that her family and the Monty's have been planning on having ever since it started getting semi-warm again! Monty… that meant that Romeo would be there. At least for the dinner hour. But so would Perry. Not good. No, no, no. The world always had to thwart her plans! The one day that she actually wants to be a couch potato, she's got stressful plans. Sighing, she dropped to the floor and crawled to her walk-in closet, merely because she didn't feel like walking anymore. She couldn't remember if this was an actual barbeque, to be held in what she called "the barbeque enclosure", which was a pretty little private, fenced in area on the property line where they liked to have outdoor barbeques. That was the first one that Perry had gone to, where his encounter with Romeo took place. Ever since then, he'd come to most of them, invited some of the time, insisting most of the time. Other "barbeques" were held in the ballrooms, every other one in the home of the Capel's, the other ones in the magnificent ballroom of the Monty family. Perry had never gone to a Monty one. That was Romeo's territory and he knew it.

Tonight, though, she knew that it would be at her house. Otherwise, Perry wouldn't have included the "see you at the barbeque". However, she was grateful that it was at her home, that way if she needed an escape, it was available. Perry knew better than to follow her into her wing of the house. It was an unspoken rule between them, one that was not to be violated. But she couldn't for the life of her remember whether it was to be formal or informal, and knew that she couldn't ask her parents, because that would be admitting that she forgot it altogether, and they would be most displeased. She couldn't call Perry either, because then he'd grill her on what happened to her last night, and she knew that he couldn't do that when they were in public. Right?

She sighed hopelessly, about to admit defeat, when she looked out the sparkling French doors that led to her balcony. She could see right into Romeo's bedroom, something she hadn't noticed for a long time. For a while, she was just staring at his wall, willing him to be there, when he moved into her view for a second. Then she saw that a shirtless Romeo was pacing his room while on the phone. Willing herself to 1. Not be a chicken and 2. Stop staring at Romeo, she strolled across her bedroom and picked up her phone. She dialed the number that she still knew by heart, and walked out on to her balcony, praying that he'd pick up, even though he was clearly on the other line.

"In your ballroom, 2:00, formal." He answered, not even bothering to check the caller I.D. but knowing that it was her.

"Come outside." She said, not quite sure what she was playing at, but she could tell that he was smiling through the phone.

"Jules, I'm only half-dressed."

"I know." She smiled when she heard him laugh and then saw his balcony door slide open. The houses were far enough apart that they would still need the phones to talk though.

"At your service, m'lady." She saw him mock-bow, and couldn't help but giggle. "Now, what do you need?"

"Help!" she whined.

"That's what you called for? I already knew that!"

"You know, if our houses weren't twenty jillion feet away, I'd smack you for that one."

"I'm shaking. Okay, seriously, help with what?"

"I don't know what to wear."

"I'm sure that there is a person at Sak's who would love to help you with that one Jules. I am not that person."

"Come on Romeo! Please! You always know what to do!"

"Juliet! You are not seriously asking me to pick out your dress."

"Not to pick it out! Just to… help me pick it out… please Romeo, please, please, please…" she said, throwing in the puppy-dog pout for effect, knowing that he was watching her carefully.

"Are you going to let me off the phone if I say no?"

"Nope."

"Fine. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks! You are the bestestestestest person in the entire world!"

"That's a new one. Bye Jules." He laughed, clicking the phone off and rolling his eyes.

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