Romeo and Julie - Chapter 20

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Notes - Well, I hope you like this one. Unfortunately, my computer spazzed up and the scene deviding things don't show up, so I have to so this really dicky thing and write scene change, How crap.

(Start of Chapter)

The two hockey players just stared at each other. Others in the room glanced across at them, and then turned back to each of their individual phone conversations. Dean and Julie stood, a few feet apart, and neither said anything.

Dean didn't want to have to open his mouth. He stood and wished, not for the first time in his life, that the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. The relief that he had felt after hanging up after talking to his little sister left him, and now, he was back to being the confused, angry, lost person that he hated being. He clenched his fists at his side, wincing as the cuts screamed in pain, and stopped himself from turning back to the payphone and calling Joanna again.

Julie, on the other hand, had a head full of things to say, but none of them seemed to be right. She would go to say something, and then stop, dismissing it. All she really wanted to was tell him the truth. What she had admitted to him the night before with Matt. All she wanted to do was tell him he had been right all long. That she did like him.

"Hi" she said again. That was as good as any place to start.

"You said that already" Dean smirked, hiding his hands behind him. He didn't want her to see them and then try to baby him. He didn't need her thinking that he could not look after himself.

"So I did" Julie laughed nervously.

"We have to get to practice" Dean replied, walking past her towards the door.

"Dean" Julie whispered, catching his hand in hers as he passed. Dean felt his eyes water as she held his hand, the one that had the most cuts.

"Shit" he winced and pulled his hand away quickly.

"Oh, I am sorry" Julie replied. Way to go Gaffney, cause him some physical injury. She looked at his hand, the clean white bandage had a little red on it, he was bleeding. Julie reached for his hand. "What happened to your hand?"

"I cut it open" He told her quickly, pulling his hand away from her again. This was exactly what he had not wanted. Her to be concerning herself with him. "We have to go"

"Dean" Julie sighed as he took a few steps away from her, shoving his hands into his pockets so that she could not hold them again. "Talk to me, are you ok?"

"Like you care" Dean mumbled as he continued out of the building.

"Of course I care Dean" Julie called after him, striding to catch up to him as they made their way to the rink on the other side of the campus. "Dean, what makes you think I wouldn't care"

"You expect me to think that you honestly care." He asked her, stopping and turning to her. "After the way that we have been treating each other lately?"

What was going on? He was acting like he hated her. "Dean?"

"Lets just go to practice" he sighed, turning away from her again. He didn't want to be in a conversation with her right now. The conversation would turn into a fight, and he couldn't fight with her now. It would be to hard. "Orion will bench us if we are not there"

But Julie just reached out, trying to stop him from moving away. Her fingers caught his belt loop and pulled him back to face her. "I want to talk to you"

"I don't" He whispered, and Julie felt like he had slapped her. "Julie, please, just, let me get to practice"

"Dean, please, I need to talk to you" she tried again. Dean just turned and kept walking.

"Sure you don't want to talk to Matt?" he called over his shoulder.

"Dean" Julie yelled, but he kept walking. She cursed and ran after him.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have snapped" He told her when she caught up with him at the door of the ice rink. He held it open for her, and she went in and followed, they paused outside of the door to the change rooms. It was best of the team didn't hear about this. "But really, you two have been so close lately, I am sure that you would rather talk to him about all this."

"I cant" Julie replied. She wondered if now was the right time to let it all out, to tell him the truth.

But the idea was squashed when he replied. "Well, I am sorry, but you cant talk to me anymore"

(Scene Change)

When the door opened, Rebecca dropped her violin and looked up at her roommate, who looked exhausted. Julie was in the sloppiest clothes she owned as she crossed the room and fell face first onto her bed. It was hard on the Ducks, since today's practice was a punishment for all the detentions.

"How was practice?" Beck smirked, expecting her friend to sware at her, or to at least give her the finger.

"Long and boring" Julie said. Beck only just understood her, because her words were muffled into the pillow. "I think I just want to go to sleep"

"Oh, then I guess that you wouldn't appreciate me practicing?" Beck replied. She had written a little bit more of the music for Meredith, and now she was just playing whatever, to see if she could inspire herself into writing some more.

"No Beck, you can practice." Julie replied, rolling onto her side "Music is soothing, and I think I need that. Maybe it will calm me down a little."

"What's wrong" Beck asked. It seemed that all she was doing lately was asking people what was wrong.

Julie collapsed onto her back on the bed. "I am just so frazzled"

"What happened?" Beck asked, putting her violin away. It looked like she would have to play best friend for the afternoon instead of practicing. She was yet to work out if that was a good or a bad thing.

"I tried to talk to Dean before training, and he blew me off" Julie sighed.

"Can you blame him?" Beck replied softly as she stored her violin under her bed.

"What is that suppose to mean" Julie sat up and stared at her friend.

"Nothing" Beck replied.

"No, stop dismissing statements like that as nothing. You mean something. What do you mean?" Julie snapped irritably.

"I mean, you cant really blame the boy. He is heart broken" She replied, sitting on her bed again.

"Heart broken?"

"Julie, honestly." Beck sighed. Julie was a smart person, got straight A's all the time, and yet she honestly couldn't see that Dean was in pain. That she had caused that pain.

"What do you know about it?" Julie retorted angrily. She could not believe that Rebecca was taking that tone with her. How dare Rebecca say something like that. She didn't know anything about what was going on. Not really. The only people who honestly knew were those who were involved, in other words, her and Dean. No one else.

"I know plenty Jules." Rebecca replied firmly. "I have spent the last week practically attached at the hip to the boys roommate, so I know about it"

"I doubt that" Julie sighed, rolling over on her bed to face the wall.

"Really" Beck stood and crossed to her friends bed, sitting on the edge and resting a hand on her shoulder, turning the other girl to face her. "So you mean I didn't walk into their room to see it trashed." She asked. Julie's eyes went wide. Destruct and self destruct. "You mean I didn't sit with him and clean up his bloody hands that he had shoved through a mirror. I didn't hold him as he cried about you"

"What?" Julie was amazed. Beck had been with him in the aftermath of his mood? He usually pushed everyone other then Fulton away. Julie tried not to feel jealous.

"You broke his heart Jules." Rebecca told her. "He is emotionally wrecked. Just because you and Matt, well, you know"

Julie was confused. "What? Kissed?"

Beck rolled her eyes at the other teenager. "Slept together"

"What?" her jaw dropped. What the hell.

"He saw you leaving Matt's room Julie. He heard what you said to one another." Rebecca replied. "Julie, it would have been nicer to just cut his heart out with a rusty ice skate."

"He saw me leaving Matt's room last night?" Julie repeated softly, trying to make it all sink in properly.

"Yes" Rebecca sighed. "Seeing the two of you like that was the straw that broke the camels back, so they say. He went postal on his and Fulton's dorm room and did his hands some damage. He was lucky he didn't do any nerve damage. I pulled a huge piece of glass out that was dangerously close to the bone."

Julie finally realised what it was that they were talking about. "He did that because he thinks I slept with Matt"

"Didn't you?" Beck asked.

"No" Julie exclaimed, standing from her bed and beginning to pace the room.

"Oh" Beck mumbled. Well, this just put a whole new twist on the situation, didn't it.

"I didn't sleep with him, shit Beck, you know my thoughts on sex. You of all people should have known that I wouldn't just sleep with Matt like that." Julie replied. She could not believe that Beck, who was a friend of hers, would think that she would just sleep with Matt like it was no big deal.

"Sorry" Beck muttered.

But Julie just couldn't believe it. "But I guess you didn't think to try and set him straight, you didn't assure him that I wouldn't have"

"Hey, how was I suppose to know that you didn't, all I knew was that you were leaving Matt's room and talking about how whatever you had done meant to much to you. That was what Dean heard" she replied.

"Hearsay!" Julie yelled. This just kept getting better and better, her friend thought that she had slept with Matt, and she didn't even have any evidence. Julie was steamed now. "You based an opinion of me on hearsay. Beck, I thought that we were friends, you trust him instead of waiting to see what I would say"

"Ok, I am sorry, but you didn't see him" Rebecca replied, trying to calm Julie down. Maybe if she got Julie to see it her way. "Dean was crying, he was in pain. I believed him. You would have to if you had of been there"

Julie growled to herself. "Are you on his side?"

"I am on no ones side" Rebecca replied, remembering what Fulton had told her that day out side of the art gallery. "There are no sides Jules"

"So now he thinks that I slept with Matt" Julie asked, sitting again, and taking a calming breath. "That is why he doesn't want to talk to me?"

"I don't know" Rebecca replied, just glad that she was calming down a little. "All I know is that emotionally, he was a mess last night"

"Still was today. You should have seen the look in his eyes Beck" Julie whispered, remembering how he had treated her before training. He did look emotionally wrecked, that much was true, but there was something else there to. "He looked as though he hated me, like he was disgusted with me. But he also looked so sad."

"Do you know what you are going to do?" Beck asked. Julie sighed.

"Well, I guess I have to talk to him. Tell him that nothing happened between Matt and me. Tell him the truth" Julie replied, only working out what she had to do moments before she voiced that thoughts.

"And what is the truth?" Beck asked, interested.

"That I don't want Matt. He helped me see that. I don't want to be with Matt. I think I want to be with Dean." Julie told her. "If he still wants me"

Beck grinned, it was about time Julie realised it, now they had to realise it together. "Julie, of course he still wants you. He has been pretending he doesn't care, but he never would have reacted like this if he didn't"

"I know." Julie smiled. "But he hates me."

Beck was about to go on with the conversation when they were interrupted by a knock at the door. This always happened to them when they were talking. Beck smiled. "Do you want me to get rid of them?"

"No, its ok" Julie waved her hand in the direction of the door. When she opened it, she could not help but smile. Fulton.

"Hi Beck" He greeted. "Hi Jules"

"Hi" Julie smiled and then stretched back onto the bed.

Beck took his arm and pulled him to the far corner of the room so they could talk without being heard. "How is Dean?"

"Cleaning the mess he made." Fulton replied. "He kicked me out of the room to make sure I didn't help him. He is in the remorse phase, wont stop apologising."

But Julie heard anyway and sat up. "He is in your room?"

"Yeah" Fulton replied quickly, looking between the two girls. There was a worried look on Beck's face that made him a little uneasy.

Julie stood and made her way to the door. "I have to go talk to him"

"Julie, is that such a good idea" Beck asked her. She had been very worried about this.

Julie nodded, she was sure of what she was doing. "I want to talk to him about this, sooner rather then later"

"Be careful" Beck told him, hugging her quickly. It was great to know that even though they had had an argument, they could still be great friends afterwards.

Julie got as far as the door before turning back. "Beck, I am sorry I yelled at you"

"Don't be" She smiled and shooed her out the door. If Julie thought she knew what she was doing, then Beck was going to trust her. "Good Luck"

(Scene change)

Julie stood outside of the door. Three times she had reached up to knock, and three times she had pulled her hand away, unsure of what to say to him. This was a situation that she had never been in before. What do you say to the boy who could very easily be the most important relationship of your teenage life who thinks that you have slept with another boy, a boy that he cant stand. Wow, when you look at it that way, Julie realised, it was very Jerry Springer-ish. Or maybe not, since none of them were hookers, transvestites, had fetishes or wanted to have sex in a dumpster. Julie, you are rambling.

She reached out to knock again, and this time she wished that she hadn't What was she going to say to him? Please let him not be there.

"Come in" He called through the door.

She took a deep breath and opened the door and entered. "Hi"

"Hello" Dean looked up from where he was on his bed. The room had been cleaned. The bin in the corner was overflowing, and there were quite a few less items around the room. "What's up"

"I wanted to talk" Julie replied, her back still against the door. The picture of the ducks that was on the wall beside her looked as though it had been put back together with sticky tape.

Dean sighed. "Julie, I said earlier, I don't really want to talk to you"

"Then you can listen" Julie said firmly, taking a seat on Fulton's bed, she didn't know where she had got the strength to say that. Dean looked a but taken aback, but smiled to himself.

"Fine" He shrugged. "What do you want to say?"

Now that Julie had said that, she had no idea what to say next. Her mind went back to what Rebecca had said. "Did you really punch a mirror?"

"Shit Beck" Dean rolled his eyes. He had wondered why he had trusted Rebecca in the first place. Well, there was no point in denying it. "Yeah, I did"

"Beck said it was pretty serious." Julie said softly, eyeing his bandages. Dean saw that she was looking at his hands again, and hid them from her sight again. He didn't want her staring at him like that, it was unnerving.

Dean dismissed the situation. "I will be fine, been injured worse on the ice"

"Are you going to go to the nurse about it?" Julie asked. She could tell he didn't want her concern, but she could not help herself. She had to ask.

"Already have" Dean returned quickly. "Orion made me go after he saw me at training."

"What did the nurse say?" Julie asked him.

Dean smirked. "That I should see a psychiatrists"

"Are you going to?"

"No need to" Dean replied. He thought about it for a second and realised it was true. "I got some great advice from an unlikely friend and then made a phone call, I feel much better now"

"Well, that is good" Julie smiled, it seemed that that area of small talk was out of the way now, she could either think of a new topic, or tell him the truth.

Dean stretched on his bed a little and looked at Julie. "Julie, I am sure you didn't came here to talk about my hand"

"You are right, I didn't come here for that" She mumbled. Now, she had to move onto the harder stuff. "I came to talk about me and Matt"

Dean's face crumbled. "I don't want to hear it"

"Dean, listen to me" Julie began.

"No" He snapped.

"Dean!" Julie stood.

"Julie please" he sighed. He really didn't want to hear this. Couldn't she see that.

Julie crossed the room and sat on the edge of his bed. "Dean, you will sit and you will listen, because you have the wrong idea about this"

"What, so I didn't see you leaving his room a half an hour before curfew" He asked, reclining on his forearms so that he could look at her and gauge her reaction as he spoke. "The time that you spent together didn't 'Mean everything to you'."

"Dean, you have no idea what you are talking about!" She stood.

"But that stuff happened?" he asked her.

Julie sighed. "Yes, ok, it happened"

"Then I don't need to know why" he replied.

He wasn't listening, so it was time for drastic measures. In a move that always got her brothers to sit still and listen to her, she knelt on the bed, and pressed her other knee forcefully into his abdominal muscles. "Yes you do"

Dean looked up at her, amazed. "Julie, please"

"No, you will stop and you will listen to me, and then I will move." She told him forcefully. She wondered when exactly she had made the transformation to bitch Julie. It had happened so quickly and with no warning. "It is not what you think"

"Then what is it?" Dean asked. He wondered where the sweet innocent Julie that he adored had gone, and where this one had come from. Another thing, and probably the one that scared him the most, was that he liked this power that she was showing. The girl could look after herself.

"I didn't sleep with him" Julie told him.

Dean's jaw dropped. "You didn't"

"No" She told him. "I would never sleep with some one only a day into the relationship, especially when I am so confused about all these other things."

"So you didn't" he confirmed. He didn't know what his reaction to this should be. He was relieved she hadn't slept with him, but the first thought though his head was trapped between 'I cut my hand open for nothing' and 'Well, shit, Joanna was right'

"No, I didn't" Julie told him, her knee still in his stomach, pinning him to the bed. "For your own information, I am a virgin, and I am proud of that fact."

"I am sorry" Dean told her softly.

"You never would have given be the benefit of the doubt would you?" She asked. She had no idea why people "You just jumped to some conclusion, some stupid conclusion."

"Wouldn't you" he asked her. "If you were to see me exiting some girls room, wouldn't you think that I had sex with them"

Julie laughed. "I like to think that I would be mature about things and not put my hand through a mirror"

"You think that, then you get put into that sort of situation." Dean replied. They smiled at each other for a few seconds, Julie still pushing her knee into him. A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, finally finding out the truth, but as far as he knew, she was still dating Matt. Just because they didn't sleep together, didn't mean that they weren't together in other ways. As much as it annoyed him, he had to say it. "Julie, I think you should move"

"Oh ok" Julie smiled. She had completely forgotten that she was pinning him to the bed.

"So" Dean began.

"So" Julie echoed.

Dean looked at her. "Was there anything else?"

"No, I don't think so" Julie replied. She had thought about telling him everything else that had happened, that she didn't even like Matt that way anymore, that he had been right all along, but there was also another little voice in her head that suggested that she wait. Everybody's emotions were stretched, maybe it would be best to give it a little time to get back to semi normal.

"We are still friends, right Dean?" She asked.

"Friends?" He asked. Oh god, there it was, the kiss of death, again. "Sure, if that is what you want"

"What I want?" She echoed. "I think I am getting closer to knowing what I want"

"Well, like I said before, when you know, let me know." He had no idea what she mean, but he had to admit, it sounded a little promising.

(End of chapter)

Bloody Raine - You like Joanna? That's cool. I like her to. You are jealous of my characterization? That's really cool. Cliff hanger, funny thing was, I didn't even think it was a cliff hanger till I read that.

Linnie22 - Joanna is a female Dean, isn't she. That was not how I wrote her, but that was how she turned out. I don't think Dean would give up, he is not really the type of give up person.

Kayla - Cliff hangers are wrong? I must have missed that memo. Fulton was sleeping in a potentially dangerous room, I didn't think of it like that. But he was. Interesting. Amazing that Dean didn't kill him in his sleep.

Martajlp - I hope you like this chapter.

Amy77 - You haven't missed it, I just haven't say it. It will be revealed later. Don't pull out your hair, comb overs are so last year.

Melanie - The Portmans are confusing you. Don't worry, they are confusing me to. Don't worry about Dean and Joanna's names, I haven't really explained that yet. I am glad I ham helping you put off homework.

Nikkiloola - I am glad you like my originals. Joanna is one of my favourites, I love the way it turned out. I plan to have her in at least one more chapter. Americanisms are hard for Australians, but I think I am managing alright.