Juliet's World
Hello, my fellow readers. It is I, the great James Stryker bringing you another great chapter of Juliet's World. Well, I got it. I got my new charger Monday and I can update my stories on it right now. And don't worry, I'll keep the charger in a safe place and not leave it out so my kitten Riley could use it as her own personal cat toy. Speaking of Riley, not my 7-month-old kitten, I'm talking about the adorable, bubbly brunette. This is a little Juliet/Riley chapter and you'll see the relationship between mother and daughter, it has a bit of Jelliot in it. I bring you chapter eleven of Juliet's World. Enjoy.
Chapter Eleven
Advice From Mom
(Juliet's P.O.V.)
Next week is the first school dance and I want to go with my friends. I was hoping that Elliot would ask me out to the dance, but knowing Harper Rich, she would just go to the dance with him and make him ignore me so he can pay attention to her. Before I ask my parents if I go to the school dance, I wanted to ask my mother for some advice. No, it's not going to be another period talk from her, she did a good job with that, I wanted to ask her something else. I walked out of the kitchen holding a glass of chocolate milk in my hand and I see mom sitting on the couch paying the cable bill while Alan is drawing a picture for his class. Before I talk to my mother, first things first get Alan out of here. Let's hope that he doesn't spy on me and my mother just so he could tell dad.
"Mom, can I talk to you about something?" I asked.
"You can ask me a question." Alan said as he stopped drawing his picture.
"Actually, Alan. It's a girl thing." I said.
"What does that mean?" Alan asked.
"It means it's a conversation between mother and daughter." Mom said.
"You don't think I know about girls?" Alan asked.
"Okay, Alan. Let me say this, I'm at a certain age where…." I said until Alan cuts me off and covered his ears.
"Oh, yuck! I'm not hearing this! I'm not hearing this! Alouette, gentile alouete, Alouette, je te plumerai!" Alan yelled and sings in French as he left the room I walk over to the couch and I sit down next to mom as she stopped what she was doing.
"Okay, sweetie. What do you want to talk to me about?" Mom asked.
"Okay, so I know that you said that I can talk to you and Aunt Maya about anything, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's right. You can talk to us about anything. But what about your father? Shouldn't you talk to him about what you're going to talk about with me?" Mom asked.
"I don't know. He's my dad but I feel a little nervous about talking to him about this. He might freak out about it." I said.
"Jules, relax. It's just me and you, we can talk about it. And I know where this conversation is going because you're going to say that you're at a certain age and I know a lot of things. So, what is it that you want to talk to me about?" Mom asked.
"The school dance is coming up next week and I want to go with my friends. And I wanted to talk to you about makeup." I said as mom sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank God. I thought that you were about to talk to me about sex. You're not having sex, are you?" Mom asked.
"No. I'm only twelve besides I've learned about it in the 6th grade when they talked to us about peer pressure and other things like staying abstinent and waiting until marriage. Did you and dad wait until after you two were mar…." I said until my mom cut me off.
"We'll talk about it another time when you get older, sweetie. Asking me about if your father and I waited till after we're married is not important." Mom said.
"Let me guess, you two did it when you two were like 17 and 18 on your seventeenth birthday." I said.
"Did your Aunt Maya tell you that?" Mom asked.
"Yeah." I said as mom made a facepalm.
"Like I said, I'll talk to you about it when you get older. And remind me to fly down to New York and punch your Aunt Maya in the face." Mom said. "So, you want to talk to me about makeup?"
"Yes. So, can I have some makeup?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"No way." Mom shakes her head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Okay, I am going to turn into your grandmother because she gave me the same talk when I was twelve when I asked her if I wanted makeup. You see Jules, makeup leads to other things, that I…" Mom said until I cut her off.
"But the dance is next week and it's on a Friday." I said.
"Okay." Mom said.
"What's the difference between daytime makeup and nighttime makeup?" I asked.
"No difference. Because you're not wearing any." Mom said.
"But, what about when I do?" I asked.
"When we decide that you're at the right age to start wearing makeup." Mom said. "You see, you might find that you prefer a more natural look during the day. Some women prefer to go a bit bolder at night. You are not allowed to hang out with those women."
"But, Harper Rich is wearing makeup and she's planning on asking Elliot to the dance." I said.
"I definitely don't want you to hang out with Harper Rich." Mom said.
"What if Elliot doesn't like me with makeup on me?" I asked as mom moved closer and threw her arm around and hugged me.
"Jules, Elliot wouldn't care if you're wearing makeup or not wearing makeup. He'll like you for who you are." Mom said.
"Let her buy makeup so she can paint her face and look like a clown." Alan said peeking around the corner spying on us.
"You're dead meat, you little weasel!" I exclaimed. Alan shrieked as he ran upstairs to his room with me chasing him, but right when I was about to head upstairs to hurt him, I heard the doorbell ringing as I ran to the door to see who it was. I check to see who it was ringing the doorbell and it's someone that I didn't expect to be standing in front of the door. I open the front door and I see my crush Elliot standing in front of the door.
"Hi, Juliet." Elliot said with a smile on his face. I smiled back at him without saying another word. Juliet Hope Friar, say something.
"Narf!" My eyes widened and I covered my mouth after blurting out 'narf'. What was I thinking?! I am such an idiot! Who's controlling me Pinky and the Brain?
"What?" Elliot asked.
"I'm sorry. I meant to say 'hi'. Hi, Elliot. Would you like to come in?" I asked.
"Sure. Thanks." Elliot said as he enters the house. We both entered the kitchen to talk as he sits down at the kitchen table while I open the refrigerator door to offer him something to drink.
"Would you like anything to drink? We have orange juice, milk, apple juice boxes, chocolate milk, soda, lemonade, iced tea?" I asked.
"Iced tea, please." Elliot said as I grabbed a pitcher of iced tea from out of the refrigerator. "I can make you an Arnold Palmer, if you like."
"An Arnold Palmer? I'm sorry, I don't drink iced tea with alcohol." Elliot said.
"No, silly. There's no alcohol in it. It's half iced tea and half lemonade." I said.
"Sure." Elliot said while I fix his drink. "So, Juliet. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Elliot, I know what you were going to talk about. It's about you and Harper. You like her and she likes you and you're planning on asking her out to the dance with her." I said.
"What? No, I'm not planning on asking Harper to the dance. I'm not even interested in her because she's not like someone that I know." Elliot said as I handed him his drink while I sit down at the table.
"Who is it that you're interested in?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm interested in you. Juliet, you're different than Harper. You're sweet, adorable, kind and quirky. In a good way, I like quirky. And I hated the fact that Harper kept teasing you. Plus, I wanted to get to know you more." Elliot said. I began to blush right in front of him. He likes me. Elliot Carpenter likes me and he wants to get to know me more too.
"I'm interested in you too, Elliot. I also wanted to get to know you more too." I said as Elliot smiled back at me. Mom entered the kitchen holding her Knicks mug while trying to get herself another cup of tea.
"Hi, Elliot. How are you?" Mom asked.
"I'm doing good, Mrs. Friar. Thanks for asking." Elliot said.
"So, what's going on?" Mom asked.
"Well, I was about to ask your daughter if she wants to go to the school dance with me." Elliot said. Mom's eyes widened as she dropped her coffee mug on the floor.
"My little girl. I'm so proud of her." Mom said to herself.
"Mom, are you okay?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, Jules." Mom said as she looked down on the floor to see her broken coffee mug. "Crap! I broke my Knicks mug!"
"Anyway, I was wondering if you would…." Elliot said until I interrupted him.
"Yes." I said.
"Like to…."
"Yes."
"Go to…"
"Yes."
"The dance…."
"Yes."
"Jules, let him finish." Mom said.
"Juliet, would you like to go to the dance with me?" Elliot asked.
"Y-Y-Y-Yay!" I cheered with a big smile on my face.
"Awww, you're just like me when your father asked me out on our first date." Mom smiled. Dad came through the front door with Rover after taking him out on a walk and entered the kitchen, only to see me, mom and Elliot.
"Hey guys. Rover had a nice walk and what is he doing here?" Dad asked pointing at Elliot.
"He's here to ask Juliet out to their first school dance." Mom said.
"And?" Dad asked.
"I said yes." I smiled. Dad glared at Elliot, giving him the death glare, getting ready to attack him.
"You!" Dad growled.
"Uh-oh." Elliot got up from his seat as dad starts chasing Elliot out of the house.
"Dad!" I yelled.
"Lucas!" Mom yelled as dad came back inside the house holding Elliot's shoe in his hand. "Jesus Christ, Lucas! You didn't."
"What? No. I didn't kill him. He's not hurt. He jumped over the fence and I grabbed his shoe." Dad said as I grabbed Elliot's shoe and started hugging it, with mom and dad watching.
"Like mother, like daughter." Dad said.
And that was chapter eleven of Juliet's World. I hope that you like that chapter. LOL on Lucas chasing Elliot and Juliet hugging Elliot's shoe. Next time, Riley and Lucas talk about Juliet going to the school dance with Elliot and wanting makeup. Plus, Riley has a flashback to when Juliet was five years old. Well, tomorrow's the big day. Tomorrow is my birthday and I am turning 24-years-old. I'm excited about that. If you still want to see the prequel story with 7-year-old Juliet, 5-year-old Sabrina and 7-year-old Maddie, feel free to message me. Don't forget to review this story (No rude comments, please be nice) and I'll see you guys next time for chapter twelve. Till next time, my fellow readers.