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Julie moaned as she felt her sister whack her on the side of the head with a newspaper, like she did every morning. "Julie, its Sunday morning. Get up. Mom wants you to go to church with her." Julie rolled over onto her back, seeing that she wasn't in her bed at all. She was lying on the couch, still in her Hugh's uniform. "What time is it?" She sat up and yawned.

"Its 8:00." Dana paused, smirking. "Well, I see you made a lot of money last night." Julie's eyebrows furrowed. "Um…not really. Just the usual $50. I, unlike you, came home after shift." Her eyes narrowed.

Her sister shrugged and picked up the blanket that lay on top of Julie. But it wasn't a blanket at all. "Calvin Klein? Hmm…trendy. And you get mad at me for taking $20, but yet you go out and get all fancy shmancy on me!" Her sister clicked her tongue.

Julie rolled her eyes, remembering the night before. "Its not mine. Its-" "Jimmy's?" Dana finished, an eyebrow raised. "You know, who is this guy anyway? He seems awfully important to you."

"He's just this guy…" Julie trailed off, looking away. "But it doesn't matter. His father owns like half of Newport. It wouldn't work." Julie shrugged slightly, picking herself up off the couch. Dana shook her head. "Honey, please. Last night I just slept with Henry Gregory. He owns the whole Upper Eastside Strip. Don't tell me it won't work out."

Julie turned back around to face her sister, frustrated. "But you know, here's the thing. I don't want to sleep with him! I want this to be real! Not just some one-night stand with a guy I barely know! I have a connection with him. Its-"

"What?" Dana cut her off. "Fate? Julie, give it up. Nothing's fate around here. In these parts, all we have is luck. And we just got the smaller end of the stick I guess."

Julie felt tears stinging her eyes again. She wanted to call him. To let him whisper to her that it would be okay. She couldn't take it anymore. She stormed off to her room, opening her nightstand and pulling out the crumpled up napkin with his number on it.

She picked up her cordless phone and dialed the number, begging him to pick up.

Jimmy Cooper sat on the patio with his Mom and Dad, as their maid, Henrietta, served them omelets and cocktails for breakfast. His mom complained to his dad that she needed a new pair of Fendi boots, and her dad just sat there, nodding like he was born to do.

It was 8:00 AM on a Sunday morning, but today Jimmy felt different for some unknown reason. He had talked to William at 4:00 AM, only to hear sounds of regurgitation and a toilet flushing. He grimaced at the memory of that conversation.

Suddenly, Henrietta walked back outside onto the patio, a phone in hand. "Mr. Cooper?" She asked in her Brazilian accent. Jimmy looked up and nodded. Then he took the phone, sipping his cocktail. "Hello, Jimmy here."

"Jimmy?" Jimmy recognized that tired, worn voice. He sputtered his lemon-lime drink all over the front of his baby blue polo shirt. His mother pursed her lips. "Jimmy! You aren't a child! Be aware of what you are doing!" She yelled, and then continued to talk about the new style of boots that had just come out at Bloomingdales.

But Jimmy paid no attention. "Julie?" He asked in disbelief, and instantly he knew why he had been so happy this morning. All the memories of last night came flooding back to him. The strip club…the fight…the kiss…the spontaneous slap in the face. But he chose to forget that last part.

"Yea…that's my name." Julie nervously twirled the cord of her phone on the other end of the line. "Um…I still have your jacket. The Calvin Klein one? Yeah, I-I have it." She uncertainly stumbled around with the words.

Jimmy took this as a golden opportunity. "Well, I guess you'll just have to return it to me, wont you?" He smirked, walking down the patio steps and to the pool below. "Say, next Saturday night?"

Julie bit her lip, sighing. "I have work, Jimmy."

Jimmy gasped. "Oh my gosh, don't tell me your still working for that douche Johnny." He sat down in one of the lawn chairs, poolside.

Julie huffed because she knew he was right. Oh well, to hell with that. She was no longer Julie-I-don't-care-about-my-life-Robinson. She was going to start putting herself first. Sort of like Dana…only not. "I-I can call in sick if you want me to."

"Yea, that'd be great." Jimmy nodded quickly. "I'll pick you up at say, 8:00?"

In spite of herself, Julie grinned. "Yup, fine by me."

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

Dana walked into Julie's room, smacking on a piece of Doublemint. "What are you so giddy about? Mass starts in 30 minutes, get dressed." Julie turned around, smiling. "Okay Dana." She skipped over to her closet, taking out a pink sundress and white heels. She always wore it on Sundays; it was the only dressy outfit she owned.

Dana gasped, dropping her mouth, her gum falling to the cheap carpet below. "Whoa," She held her hands up, walking over to Julie. "Did you just agree with me?"

Julie smirked and then sarcastically rolled her eyes. "No way, get out of my room you bitch." Dana smiled. "That's more like it."

Saturday night began to draw closer and closer every time Julie turned around. It was summer, so they didn't have school. During the days she worked at the restaurant of course, but she just wished that she could fast forward time. On Saturday, after she got off her shift at Beachside Bakery and Grille, she bounded into her apartment, pleased to see that her dad was asleep and Dana was out. But what surprised her most was that her mother was home.

When she came in the door, she saw her mother sitting at their small dinner table, her head in her hands and the monthly bills lay out in front of her. Julie bit her lip. "Momma?" She asked nervously. Her mom jerked her head up, looking at Julie. "Oh, hi sweetie. So nice to see you home." Her mom smiled, but Julie knew her heart wasn't in it.

"Why are you at home?" Julie asked, confused. "Why aren't you at your job at the Laundromat?" She sat her purse on the counter, got a glass of water, and pulled up a chair next to her mom at the table.

Her mom closed her eyes and slowly, and hesitantly, replied. "Sweetie, it's complicated." Julie's brow furrowed as she began to get angry. "No, not really all that complicated actually. What's going on?" She demanded.

Tiredly, her mom got up and walked over to the window. "I'm only telling you this, because of all you've done to help our family." Julie nodded, and her mom continued. "They were laying off people at the Laundromat and…" She trailed off.

"Let me guess. You were one of the lucky few that got chosen." Julie said bitterly. She couldn't believe this. Her mom quickly turned around. "There was nothing I could have done."

"Momma!" Julie stood up. "How are we supposed to pay the bills? I'm working two jobs, but the restaurant doesn't pay all that much! And things aren't going so well at Hugh's…what are we going to do?" Julie whimpered desperately, staring her mother straight in the eye.

Without a word, her mom glided over to the table. She picked up a sheet of paper, with a piece of tape on top. "I found this on our door this afternoon." In big red letters, it read the words EVICTED.

Julie dropped the glass of water she was holding, the pieces of glass shattering all over the kitchen tile. Her eyes blurred from tears. Everything was spinning. "Wh-what-what…" She couldn't get the words out. Her mother stared down at her hands. "I'm sorry."

After spending countless hours at the restaurant, slaving away…after swinging on a pole and sleeping with numerous men…after living in horrid conditions, barely having anytime for herself…none of it mattered. It was all for nothing. Dana was right. It was all about luck. That, along with many other things, Julie didn't have.

"Do I smell okay?" Jimmy asked, spraying some Ralph Lauren cologne all over him. William rolled his eyes, reading an old magazine on Jimmy's bed. "You smell fine, man. I would kiss you." Jimmy turned around. "Really?" William shook his head, not looking up. "No."

Jimmy flatly sighed. "Jeez, thanks."

"Look, Jim," William stood up and walked over to Jimmy. "You know I love you as a brother, right?" Jimmy nodded. William continued. "STOP WORRYING." He smiled. "You could puke all over yourself, and roll around in your own shit…she'd still like you." Jimmy smirked.

William patted him on the shoulder. "Now, shouldn't you be getting going?" Jimmy's eyes widened. "Holy shit, what time is it?" William looked down at his Swiss Rolex. "Um, 7:35." He read.

Jimmy quickly threw on a nice shirt and combed his hair.

William winked and gave his friend a half smile. "You go get 'em buddy."

Dana tapped uncertainly on Julie's closed door. "Um, Julie? Jimmy's here." She bit her lip. Julie hadn't come out of her room ever since she had gotten home from the restaurant. When she didn't get a reply, she tried to turn the doorknob, rolling her eyes when she realized it was locked. "C'mon baby sis, he's waiting in the den with dad."

Julie reluctantly opened the door slightly, shaking her head at her sister. "I'm not really in the mood for a date right now, Dana." Her sister's mouth dropped. "I don't believe you! A perfectly clean cut guy is sitting in the living room, being interrogated by daddy, and you are just going to 'stay home'!" Julie shrugged simply. "Yup…that sounds about right."

Dana shook her head. "Fine…" She replied helplessly. "You tell him then." She turned and strolled down the hall towards her room. Julie gasped. "No! Dana-"

"Um, is this a bad time?" Jimmy stood at the end of her hallway. Julie jumped a little bit, surprised by his sudden being there. "Wh-what? Oh, no. Just a sec, let me get dressed."

Jimmy didn't know how she did it. Even with tangled, uncombed hair, smeared makeup, and an old t-shirt and jeans on, she still managed to stun him with her beauty. Julie disappeared in her room, fumbling around in her closet trying to find something to wear. She pulled out a pink mini-dress, with some black stilettos that she normally wore to Hugh's. Hey, she didn't have time to plan. Okay, so she had a week to plan but still.

She quickly jerked off her t-shirt and jeans, throwing on her chosen outfit. Jimmy stood outside still, waiting for her to finish. Then she padded on some more makeup, threw her hair into a messy bun, and grabbed her purse. "Yea, I'm ready." She walked out of her room.

Jimmy smiled. "Fabulous."

Kirsten arrived at the Chateau du Londe, chatting elegantly with a couple of close pals invited to come along. Her smile wavered as she checked her watch…8:20…where the hell was Jimmy? She pretended not to notice his absence and pulled her shawl tighter around her. Charlotte, one of Kirsten's friends, approached the Reservations podium.

"Excuse me. Cooper comma Jimmy?" She flashed the semi-hot waitress an irresistible white smile and flipped her straightened, brown hair over her shoulder. Kirsten eyed her, envious. How she longed to be like Charlotte or Betsy or ANY of her other friends. Charlotte was 5'5, with gorgeous chestnut brown hair and stunning green eyes. Her skinny, yet voluptuous body seemed to make men flock, and girls sneer. Betsy was 5'2 and though she was a little on the short side, her body showed no flaws. She had long, lean yet curvy legs, and C-cup breasts. Her wavy blonde hair and tan skin was something that could've come out of Cosmo. And the rest of her friends were equally gorgeous.

But Kirsten, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't help but seem depressed whenever she was around her friends. Sure, she was pretty enough, she guessed. She did have long, versatile (could be straight, wavy, curly) honey blonde hair and she was skinny…but there was a fine line between skinny and too skinny and she was far pass that line. And her skin was so pale that her blonde hair made her look like an albino anemic person. Her breasts were double A's, a non-comparison to the C's everyone else trotted around with. And her face always had a tired, worn appearance on it…like when she smiled; she was still frowning or something.

But there was one person who made her feel like the most beautiful person in the world; Jimmy Cooper. The two had never truly let out their feelings for each other yet, but Kirsten had a feeling tonight was the night. The night where Kirsten Nichol confessed her undying love for Jimmy Cooper. It was the perfect setting; 68 degrees, full-moonlight, crystal popping…everything was blissful.

Beginning to worry, Kirsten excused herself from her group and walked down the candlelit walkway to the valet. And there he was…she saw his white SUV drive up and she could breathe again. As he got out of the car in his tailored suit, she instantly grabbed onto the nearest thing (a tree) to keep from falling.

His sandy half-blondish/half-brownish hair waved in the wind, and William got out of the passenger's seat beside him. Kirsten cleared her throat. "Jimmy!" She called out, as he handed his keys to the Valet. He looked around, spotted her, and smiled. She waved and began to walk towards the two…three…THREE?

Kirsten's brow furrowed as Jimmy opened one of the backseat doors. Heels clicked the ground and instantaneously Kirsten felt the urge to cry. A gorgeous redhead, with a body of Betsy and Charlotte's combined and more, stepped out in a pink mini-dress and stilettos.

Kirsten turned her head, embarrassed at her stick legs, flat chest, and worn appearance. There was no comparison… "Kirsten!" Jimmy laughed and pulled her in for a hug. Kirsten put on a happy face and hugged him back. "Jimmy, I haven't seen you in so long!" He kissed her on the cheek, the same kiss he always gave her. Someday, Kirsten hoped, he would aim for the mouth. But that hope was long ago flushed.

The two talked for a minute before Jimmy called Julie over for introductions.

When Julie stepped out of the car, the first thing she noticed was a stunning blonde, waiting by the Valet. She was probably waiting for her rich, yet aging husband or someone of that nature. But when the girl called Jimmy's name, Julie's radar went haywire.

Who the hell was this? She had a timeless beauty about her, like Marilyn Monroe or something. Her frail appearance instantly made men want to take care of her. And her weight was probably as much as Julie's tips jar at the Bakery & Grille…and remember, Julie rarely got tips.

Julie felt threatened beyond belief, which she really hated. These were one of those girls who wanted to make you join a gym and throw out all carbs of any kind. She narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue. This bitch was going down...whoever she was.

Jimmy smiled and walked over to 'the girl'. "Kirsten!" He kissed her on the cheek.

Julie was so wrapped up; she didn't even see William lean over and whisper in her ear. She jumped as he spoke. "Her name's Kirsten." He smiled cockily, and Julie rolled her eyes. "Pig…" She spat at him.

"Julie? Come here, I want you to meet somebody." Jimmy called, and Julie put on a happy face and walked over. Jimmy turned to Kirsten. "Kiki, this is Julie." He then turned to Julie. "Jules, this is one of my best friends, Kirsten." The two shook hands.

Julie's grin was so wide and fake she could've fit a watermelon in it whole. "Pleased to meet you." Burn in Hell, you skinny bitch.

Kirsten on the other hand, had one of those priceless smiles that was soaked with sweetness, though none of her thoughts for Julie were sweet. "Yes, thanks for coming." Die…fugly whore.

Then the three stood there for a few moments, in awkward silence. "Well…this is nice." Jimmy spoke up helplessly.

William approached out of nowhere; wrapping his two arms around Jimmy and Julie. "Yes…well, while I would love to sit here all night, I say we go inside. I'm freaking starving, I haven't eaten since lunch."

Jimmy shook his head. "Dude, we stopped at Taco Bell on the way here."

But Kirsten nodded. "Yes. Let's go inside and enjoy this pleasant dinner."

Pleasant...yea right.

"So Julie-it is Julie, right?" Betsy asked Julie quizzically, nibbling on an appetizer called salmon nibbets, something Julie had never heard of before. Julie nodded, blushing. Betsy picked at one of her French-manicured nails. "Where do you go to school?"

Julie didn't know how to explain that she dropped out to help her family make ends meet, when she was eating dinner that had tabs as much as she made a week at the Bakery & Grille.

"Well…I'm home schooled." She lied.

Betsy made a face and shook her head. "I don't know what I'd do without school. It must be so hard to make friends, when you have none." Julie wasn't sure if this comment was meant to be insulting, but Julie took no offense.

Jimmy spoke up, putting his hand on Julie's lower back form the seat next to her. She smiled slightly, making Kirsten twinge with jealousy. Jimmy spoke up. "Well, that's what Julie's here for, right? To make friends…"

Charlotte eyed Julie. Something about her… "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Julie started to speak up, but Betsy interrupted her. "Yeah Char, she was our waitress last week at that Beachside Bakery & Grille place."

"No…" Charlotte continued to stare at Julie, making Julie stare at her hands. This was not a good idea…

But Betsy, being well…Betsy, spoke up again, not noticing the tension. "Yea, Char, you know what I'm talking about, right? That place that had that really bad tuna that made you blow chunks when we got home-"

Charlotte snapped. "Betsy! Yes, I remember the place you dumbass. That's not however, where I remember her from." Charlotte crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair that made Julie feel like a black speck on a brilliant white sheet of paper.

Julie spoke up again. "Maybe it was someone else…" But Charlotte shook her head.

"Nope." Charlotte sneered, eyebrow arched. "Tell me…how's things going for you at Hugh's?"

Julie's mouth dropped, as did everyone else's at the table. Betsy smirked. "You're a stripper?"

Kirsten looked disgusted. Why was Jimmy-her Jimmy, bringing a piece of white trash to dinner with their friends?

Julie didn't know how to respond. "Um…I-I used to work there. B-but, I quit last week." She stammered, close to tears.

But while the girls at the table stuck up their noses, the guys dived right in.

Leo, one of Jimmy's African American friends with a studded earring, smiled. "Damn girl, you was a stripper?" All the guys hooted.

William stood, a little tipsy from his chardonnay. He clicked his crystal glass with his fork. "A toast, to Julie. Who can give the best lap dance 20 bucks can buy!" All the guys shouted "I'll drink to that!" And they did.

The girls, however, were abolished. After years and years of Cotillion, hundreds of shopping sprees for the most refined and expensive clothes Daddy's card could buy, and countless hours of getting dressed and looking perfect in the morning, none of the men at the table ever had such a reaction to them, as they did Julie. And all she did was be a whore…

Kirsten couldn't speak. Without word, she got up from her seat and went to the Ladies bathroom, stopping at the door. She wasn't going to cry…she was too much of a lady for that. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she jumped. It was Jimmy.

"Hey…" He smiled, but it was a confused smile. "What's wrong?"

Kirsten's eyes narrowed. "Nothing." She snapped. "Everything's perfect." She pulled a Kleenex out of her purse and blew.

Jimmy didn't understand… "Did somebody say something to you?"

Kirsten didn't even attempt to pretend. "Who the hell is she? And what is she doing here?"

Jimmy's smile wavered and it quickly turned into a frown. "Who-Julie?" He turned around, looking back at their table. Julie sat their laughing at something William said, all the guys leaning in and chatting away with her. The girls sat back in their chair, arms folded, whispering in each others ears. He turned back to Kirsten. "I don't understand."

"Well maybe I can help you. Jimmy, what the hell! After all we've been through together, you throw it all away on some…some…SLUT!" She exclaimed, making some tables nearby turn their heads.

Jimmy shook his head sadly. "Look, she's had a bad life-"

"I don't care. She doesn't belong here. I know it. You know it. Hell, even she knows it." She folded her arms and let some tears flow down her face, sniffing.

Jimmy shrugged softly, face pained. "Love your attitude Kiki. Let me know when it changes." And with that, he turned around and returned to his seat, leaving Kirsten their in her own selfish thoughts.

The night was ending. Everyone had eaten…at least, acted like they ate. As festive as conversation was before, it was slowly, but surely dying. No one said anything as they chowed on their escargot' and crème Brule. The girls sat, in part awe-part anger, nibbling on their food wrapped up in their own thoughts. The guys had no clue what to say. Part of them wanted to pull out a crisp hundred and see if Julie really was what she was thought to be. But the other part of them knew they would have fresh handprints on their faces when they left the table that night; their girlfriends were scattered around the table. There was no way out.

Julie, however, was the most confused…humiliated…she didn't really know which. Jimmy had been quiet. Too quiet for her liking. She peered out of him from the corner of her eyes. There he sat, napkin tugged into his shirt, silently chopping his roast beast.

She really wasn't sure if Jimmy was in the 'chatting' mood, and Julie didn't want to take the chance in prying in Jimmy's business. He'd been acting strange ever since he followed that Marilyn Monroe-reincarnated girl what's-her-name to the restrooms…okay…so Julie really did remember her name, but she was currently in denial mode.

Taking a risk, Julie leaned over slightly and tapped softly on the shoulder.

"Jimmy?" She asked quietly.

He looked up, surprised, and smiled vaguely. "Yeah, Julie, what is it?"

Julie hesitated a moment. To pry or not to pry…her eyes wandered around the table, meeting a couple of unfriendly glares from the females and flashy winks from the other sex. Oh well…the people couldn't possibly hate her, or want to sleep with her, anymore than now.

"What's wrong?"

Jimmy's brow furrowed. "I don't understand…nothing's wrong." His face looked puzzled. Julie rolled her eyes, remembering one of her 'clients' at Hugh's a few weeks previous. After 'the deed' had been done, Julie rolled over beside him on his king-sized waterbed in his multi-million dollar estate.

Flashback

Panting slightly, Julie sat up, wrapping some of the sheets around her for cover-up. She was finished…her job was done; now it was his turn. Momma was sick, and Julie really needed to get home and take care of her. Since no one else in the family was stepping up to the task.

She looked beside her out of the corner of her eye, seeing the poor 20-year-old-wouldn't-get-laid-in-a-million-years-if-he-wasn't-wealthy boy, newly a man, frowning faintly.

Julie rolled her eyes, but took in to consideration what the guy was going through. Hey, it might give her an extra $10 or at least a $5. "Hey…what's wrong?"

The guy shook his head slowly, sadly looking down. "I'm sorry…" He groaned.

Julie didn't understand. No guy had ever not liked her sex. What the hell was going on? Maybe she was getting washed up…no. That couldn't be it. She was only 16, she couldn't be past her prime when it came to getting it on. But what if she was? Oh gosh. She wouldn't be able to work Hugh's anymore. She wouldn't be able to help out her family. They were going to be living on the streets. And-

She calmed herself down. "What's wrong? W-was I bad?"

He quickly reassured her. "N-no. No, that's not it." He flashed a quirky grin, that quickly faded. "It's not like I have anything to compare it to." He shook his head and rubbed his hand across his face.

Julie frowned, her brows furrowing. "Then…what is it?"

He looked at her, pained. "That was my first time."

Julie's eyes widened. She didn't know why she was so surprised. He wasn't exactly the cutest guy she'd ever seen. He had curly brown hair, freckles, was EXTREMLY pale, and had horn-rimmed glasses. But in a way, Julie was oddly attracted to him.

Yet, she felt sorry for him. He had lost his virginity to just-a somebody. Just like she did.

She could feel his pain from the other side of the bed. It wasn't about the job anymore. It wasn't just business. She wasn't like all those other whores at Hugh's. She actually had a heart.

Flashing him a sympathetic face, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay…"

This didn't calm him down. She continued. "Hey, it's okay. Listen to me. Are you listening?"

She looked over at him, getting his attention. He nodded.

"You are a great guy. This-" She referred to the events that had just taking place. "-Is nothing. You are going to find a beautiful girl that loves you and you two will have a lot of meaningful, beautiful sex." He smiled at this, and she giggled a bit.

She was almost tempted to not charge, but then she remembered that his bedroom was the size of her apartment.

End of Flashback

Julie arched an eyebrow at Jimmy. "If I had a dollar for every time a guy's said that to me, I could give you a run for your money."

Jimmy shook his head, flashing her a smile that made her melt. "Nope. I'm peachy." Julie burst out laughing, as did he. "I will never say peachy again. I promise."

Kirsten stared at them across the table, taking a long chug of her champagne flute. She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, burping a little bit in her mouth. Yes. She would admit it. She was drunk. Off her ass. Well, you would be too if the love of your life was gallivanting off with some gorgeous slutty prostitute. Or stripper. Same thing. You could tell she was drunk, because Kirsten Nichol rarely used the word 'gallivanting'.

How did she do it…how did she fucking do it? Sitting over there, next to HER Jimmy, laughing at something stupid. Kirsten never questioned her ability, and right now she was figuring if she could take Julie. Kirsten grudgingly took another swig of her champagne. Who the hell was she kidding? Kirsten weighed probably as much as one of Julie's tits. Or even less. Julie had 36 double-D's. One boob alone could kick Kirsten's twiggy ass.

Out of the corner of her bloodshot eyes, Kirsten could see Betsy's boyfriend, Johnny, looking at his watch. He cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, guys it's getting late. We'd better head out." He referred to him and Betsy. The two stood up, waiting for the others to join in the leaving.

Kirsten nodded quickly, standing up. Clearly, the drinks that she had consumed didn't agree with this action. She stumbled over falling into Charlotte's chair next to her. Charlotte gasped.

"Watch where your going, gah!" Charlotte stood up quickly. So did Jimmy. He rushed to Kirsten's rescue. Julie thought she was going to gag on her sushi.

"Okay, Kiki. Think you had a little too much champ." Jimmy wrapped one arm around Kirsten's tiny waist, as she draped her arm over his shoulder. Kirsten snickered, and leaned over into Jimmy's ear. "Champ…that's a fun word." She snorted.

Jimmy desperately looked around the table, hoping for a designated driver to step up. No one met his eye, and they all started giving excuses. "Well, I better get home." "Curfew's in 30." "I'm really tired." Jimmy rolled his eyes. They all claimed to be her friends, and then when she needs them, they back down. Typical Newporters.

Reluctantly, Jimmy handed his keys to William. "Take these and drive Julie home." Julie couldn't hide her disappointment. She tore her eyes away from Jimmy. Jimmy sat Kirsten gently down in one of the empty chairs, and walked over to Julie, flashing one of his priceless, sympathetic smiles.

"Hey." He scratched the back of his right ear, a thing he always did when he was nervous.

Julie half-grinned, shrugging. "Duty calls?"

Jimmy laughed. "Yeah. Sorry about that…our goodbyes-" Julie snorted, and coyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Jimmy continued. "-Haven't really been the best. I mean, first I get slapped and now this." He joked, smiling at her.

Julie nodded.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Jimmy winked and pulled Julie in for a hug, but it turned out to be so much more. Julie pulled Jimmy's face closer to hers and soon they were kissing. After a few seconds, Julie pulled away, breathless.

"You better."

Jimmy laughed and said goodnight. Then he lifted Kirsten out of her chair and carried her off to her car.

William smiled at Julie, who stared longingly after Jimmy.

"Like what you see?"

Julie groaned and rolled her eyes. "I'd like it a lot better if a certain blonde weren't in the picture."

William shrugged. "They've known each other forever. You could say that they are, the Jonnie and Cache of Orange County." Julie glared at him. "You know, I really do see how you are single now."

William grabbed his heart, pretending to be hurt. "You cut me deep…really deep."

Julie didn't have time for this. The night had been a disaster. All she wanted to do was go home, grab a quart of Ben and Jerry's, and watch Full House in her PJ's. She picked up the keys and flung them at William. "Shut up. And take me home while you're at it."

William narrowly dodged loosing an eye to the flying keys and scoffed. "Bitch."

"Fuck you very much." Julie snarled, before grabbing him by his tie and tugging him towards the door.

William cocked an eyebrow, thinking her last statement over. He joked.

"Sure…why not."

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