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Chapter 2
"Welcome aboard Lufthansa Airlines en route to Chicago O' Hare International Airport....." The way-too-cheerful stewardess's voice droned on explaining the safety procedures and the usual airplane safety stuff.
'Why the hell am I doing this?' Juliette thought to herself. 'Because I'm fed up and this is my escape' she answered herself.
Her life had been a difficult one. Her Italian father, Fabrizio, grew up in a posh world, His parents, Juliette's grandparents, owned a vineyard on Rome's outskirts. Being a Verrecchia in Italy was much like being a Hilton in the U.S. Verrecchia was a name of society.
When Juliette's father was 17, he met Hélène Blanc a 16 year old French student studying in the Universitá degli Studi di Roma, a University in Rome, they fell in love or so they thought, and Hélène soon became pregnant.
Hélène's father was a widower who became a catholic priest, Hélène knew her father would not approve of her child out of wedlock so she decided to stay in Italy have the child and give it up for abortion..
Fabrizio's parents strongly opposed this and made a compromise with Hélène to keep the child she had been carrying. When Hélène gave birth she named her child Juliette and handed the child over to Fabrizio's parents. Fabrizio and her had decided to end their relationship and Fabrizio had left to attend a University in the USA named Harvard, and Hélène decided to return to France.
Fabrizio's parents raised the small girl in their Vineyard and when Fabrizio returned from his studies he took full responsibility of his daughter. He became a doctor and he soon moved out of his parent's house and into a small cottage nearby. Juliette lived a happy life she was always very talkative and had many friends.
When she turned 16 she decided to follow her dream and study fashion. Growing up wealthy, Manolo Blahnik, Louis Vuitton, Dolce and Gabbana and Armani had been household names that were as ordinary for her as cereal in the mornings. She only dressed glam for special occasions and lived her life in jeans, or khaki baggies in hoodies, when she did dress up she did it with uttermost style. She moved to Milan when she turned 18, bought a chic little apartment downtown and lived the life.
She had fabulous clothes, hot dates, beautiful looks and enough money to buy a small country. She partied at the best parties, drank the best booze, and hung out with the rich and the famous. She had more exes than J.Lo, and they were all oh-so-sexy. When she wasn't studying she was searching for her Prince Charming and a year later she found him.
She was 19, and she had been at Le Meridien in Bora Bora, an exclusive resort in which she frequented when she met him. Prince William. Tall, handsome, and attainable. Naturally she went for him. Soon enough she realized his personality was even better than his amazing looks. During their stay at Le Meridien they went scuba diving, snorkeling, swimming and tanning together. He fell for her amazing personality not to mention amazing looks, and before long she had been the highlight of his trip. They talked as friends and he invited her go skiing in Austria just the two of them as friends together.
There they realized they had feelings for each other and spent two weeks spending time together. As expected the paparazzi got a hold of the story and it became the subject of all tabloids. But neither Juliette nor William minded they were too caught up by the outside world to even realize. Their relationship was strong, people thought they would last.
Seven months into the relationship William returned to his bachelor ways even though he was still technically with Juliette, he would vacation with ex-girlfriends and go out with other girls. Juliette was too blinded by his charm to catch it at the beginning but soon enough she caught on. And she planned to take action.
He flew out to Milan to see her and they went to eat dinner. Midway through the meal Juliette's bottled up temper, spilled out, and her mouth, which was known to have the intensity of a weapon of mass destruction, opened and began to curse him out.
"You little bastard, do you know what I am? Your girlfriend! What the hell were you doing fucking around with them, you asshole! I am so sick of your shit! This is so fucking over! To hell with you!" With those words Juliette stormed out of the restaurant. She exited the restaurant. It was raining heavy. Unlike most people Juliette loved the rain, instead of logically hailing a taxi she walked 58 blocks home in the down pouring rain, when she got home she felt a bit better. Walking always made her feel better.
It was hard to believe that that had been the day before yesterday. For Juliette it had seemed like an eternity. She leaned back in her ultra-comfy first class seat she reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a pack of Nyquil. She popped two out of the little packet and swallowed them hoping she would sleep the entire flight to Chicago.
She lingered in that state where you are half asleep and half awake for awhile. 'Shit the legal drinking age in the US is 21, I'm only 20 what the fuck am I going to do? How the hell am I supposed to live like that?' She thought as she drifted into a deep, much needed, relaxing slumber.
She dreamed of guys, lots of guys, her type had always been the scruffy, low maintenance guy, but she lived in a society of Prada-wearing metrosexuals, all she wanted was one of those bad-asses, the type that seemed all tough but let their guard down for a girl. She was so sick of guys that took longer to do their hair than she did.
Little did she know what would await her in Los Angeles.
Author's Note Okay, now originally I had in mind Vince or Leon, but now maybe Jesse? Who should I hook her up with? You guys are the readers so you should get to choose, Leave me a review with your choice and I'll see who the winner is, and if I like the winner enough, I'll hook him up with Juliette. NOW REVIEW AND VOTE!!!
Chapter 2
"Welcome aboard Lufthansa Airlines en route to Chicago O' Hare International Airport....." The way-too-cheerful stewardess's voice droned on explaining the safety procedures and the usual airplane safety stuff.
'Why the hell am I doing this?' Juliette thought to herself. 'Because I'm fed up and this is my escape' she answered herself.
Her life had been a difficult one. Her Italian father, Fabrizio, grew up in a posh world, His parents, Juliette's grandparents, owned a vineyard on Rome's outskirts. Being a Verrecchia in Italy was much like being a Hilton in the U.S. Verrecchia was a name of society.
When Juliette's father was 17, he met Hélène Blanc a 16 year old French student studying in the Universitá degli Studi di Roma, a University in Rome, they fell in love or so they thought, and Hélène soon became pregnant.
Hélène's father was a widower who became a catholic priest, Hélène knew her father would not approve of her child out of wedlock so she decided to stay in Italy have the child and give it up for abortion..
Fabrizio's parents strongly opposed this and made a compromise with Hélène to keep the child she had been carrying. When Hélène gave birth she named her child Juliette and handed the child over to Fabrizio's parents. Fabrizio and her had decided to end their relationship and Fabrizio had left to attend a University in the USA named Harvard, and Hélène decided to return to France.
Fabrizio's parents raised the small girl in their Vineyard and when Fabrizio returned from his studies he took full responsibility of his daughter. He became a doctor and he soon moved out of his parent's house and into a small cottage nearby. Juliette lived a happy life she was always very talkative and had many friends.
When she turned 16 she decided to follow her dream and study fashion. Growing up wealthy, Manolo Blahnik, Louis Vuitton, Dolce and Gabbana and Armani had been household names that were as ordinary for her as cereal in the mornings. She only dressed glam for special occasions and lived her life in jeans, or khaki baggies in hoodies, when she did dress up she did it with uttermost style. She moved to Milan when she turned 18, bought a chic little apartment downtown and lived the life.
She had fabulous clothes, hot dates, beautiful looks and enough money to buy a small country. She partied at the best parties, drank the best booze, and hung out with the rich and the famous. She had more exes than J.Lo, and they were all oh-so-sexy. When she wasn't studying she was searching for her Prince Charming and a year later she found him.
She was 19, and she had been at Le Meridien in Bora Bora, an exclusive resort in which she frequented when she met him. Prince William. Tall, handsome, and attainable. Naturally she went for him. Soon enough she realized his personality was even better than his amazing looks. During their stay at Le Meridien they went scuba diving, snorkeling, swimming and tanning together. He fell for her amazing personality not to mention amazing looks, and before long she had been the highlight of his trip. They talked as friends and he invited her go skiing in Austria just the two of them as friends together.
There they realized they had feelings for each other and spent two weeks spending time together. As expected the paparazzi got a hold of the story and it became the subject of all tabloids. But neither Juliette nor William minded they were too caught up by the outside world to even realize. Their relationship was strong, people thought they would last.
Seven months into the relationship William returned to his bachelor ways even though he was still technically with Juliette, he would vacation with ex-girlfriends and go out with other girls. Juliette was too blinded by his charm to catch it at the beginning but soon enough she caught on. And she planned to take action.
He flew out to Milan to see her and they went to eat dinner. Midway through the meal Juliette's bottled up temper, spilled out, and her mouth, which was known to have the intensity of a weapon of mass destruction, opened and began to curse him out.
"You little bastard, do you know what I am? Your girlfriend! What the hell were you doing fucking around with them, you asshole! I am so sick of your shit! This is so fucking over! To hell with you!" With those words Juliette stormed out of the restaurant. She exited the restaurant. It was raining heavy. Unlike most people Juliette loved the rain, instead of logically hailing a taxi she walked 58 blocks home in the down pouring rain, when she got home she felt a bit better. Walking always made her feel better.
It was hard to believe that that had been the day before yesterday. For Juliette it had seemed like an eternity. She leaned back in her ultra-comfy first class seat she reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a pack of Nyquil. She popped two out of the little packet and swallowed them hoping she would sleep the entire flight to Chicago.
She lingered in that state where you are half asleep and half awake for awhile. 'Shit the legal drinking age in the US is 21, I'm only 20 what the fuck am I going to do? How the hell am I supposed to live like that?' She thought as she drifted into a deep, much needed, relaxing slumber.
She dreamed of guys, lots of guys, her type had always been the scruffy, low maintenance guy, but she lived in a society of Prada-wearing metrosexuals, all she wanted was one of those bad-asses, the type that seemed all tough but let their guard down for a girl. She was so sick of guys that took longer to do their hair than she did.
Little did she know what would await her in Los Angeles.
Author's Note Okay, now originally I had in mind Vince or Leon, but now maybe Jesse? Who should I hook her up with? You guys are the readers so you should get to choose, Leave me a review with your choice and I'll see who the winner is, and if I like the winner enough, I'll hook him up with Juliette. NOW REVIEW AND VOTE!!!