WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY SHORT
Disclaimer: Oh boy, this is my 4th chapter and I didn't put one up yet!
Anyway, I don't own Love Actually or any of it's characters or actors blah
blah blah...on with the story.
Peter bit his nails out of trepidation as he opened up the door. Juliet came back with a small smile. She didn't want to cause any trouble, and neither did Peter.
"Peter, I need to talk to you."
"I'm listening."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you into this mess, and ruined the friendship between you and Mark."
"Now wait..."
"I'm not finished," she interrupted. "However, I have come to a decision. I am going to follow my instincts and keep my distance from Mark until the friction wears off. This also means, I'm going to have to keep my distance from you. I'm sorry, Peter, because I love you. But it may be more of a brotherly love than a soul mate love."
Peter didn't say anything. He knew at that moment it was over. Juliet was kind enough not to let the words "I don't want to be with you" come out of her mouth. Though her intentions were good and polite, they were still heartbreaking. He started humming their tune in his head, wondering if someday he really would know.
Juliet walked away good-naturedly. She never showed any sign of arrogance, because she knew Peter hated that. Juliet walked into her room and faced her bright pink pillow, which looked especially inviting. She needed something to relieve her of all this grief, so she tucked her face into the pillow and cried. Just then, her phone began to ring. How inconvenient; of all people, this time it had to be Mark. She screened her call.
"Juliet, are you there? Okay, well, call me when you return. Best of luck. Bye."
She unplugged the phone line, avoiding any apprehensive calls. Flashing back to her teenage years, she remembered that she always dreaming of falling in love. She never imagined she'd have to crash into it. Love was supposed to be a sexy, intense and adventurous experience, not a heart- breaking one. It didn't make sense. She began to cry again, wondering how she could have made such a foolish mistake.
Peter bit his nails out of trepidation as he opened up the door. Juliet came back with a small smile. She didn't want to cause any trouble, and neither did Peter.
"Peter, I need to talk to you."
"I'm listening."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you into this mess, and ruined the friendship between you and Mark."
"Now wait..."
"I'm not finished," she interrupted. "However, I have come to a decision. I am going to follow my instincts and keep my distance from Mark until the friction wears off. This also means, I'm going to have to keep my distance from you. I'm sorry, Peter, because I love you. But it may be more of a brotherly love than a soul mate love."
Peter didn't say anything. He knew at that moment it was over. Juliet was kind enough not to let the words "I don't want to be with you" come out of her mouth. Though her intentions were good and polite, they were still heartbreaking. He started humming their tune in his head, wondering if someday he really would know.
Juliet walked away good-naturedly. She never showed any sign of arrogance, because she knew Peter hated that. Juliet walked into her room and faced her bright pink pillow, which looked especially inviting. She needed something to relieve her of all this grief, so she tucked her face into the pillow and cried. Just then, her phone began to ring. How inconvenient; of all people, this time it had to be Mark. She screened her call.
"Juliet, are you there? Okay, well, call me when you return. Best of luck. Bye."
She unplugged the phone line, avoiding any apprehensive calls. Flashing back to her teenage years, she remembered that she always dreaming of falling in love. She never imagined she'd have to crash into it. Love was supposed to be a sexy, intense and adventurous experience, not a heart- breaking one. It didn't make sense. She began to cry again, wondering how she could have made such a foolish mistake.