((Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. Not the characters, locations or movies. The background stories and families I did write and I own any non-movie characters. Hanging by a Moment is a song by Lifehouse.))
Julie sat at a random table in the ornate dining hall at the country club. She pulled an abandoned champagne glass toward her and downed it quickly. Needless to say she wasn't exactly having a good time. She knew absolutely nobody besides her family and her mother had already fed her a speech about something or other. A young waiter came by with a tray full of champagne flutes. She stopped him and grabbed two glasses. He smiled and checked her out. You couldn't exactly blame him, Julie looked amazing. She was wearing a tight knee-length black dress with a dangerously low neckline. She smiled sweetly at him and sipped one of the glasses.
"Hi, I'm 16." His smile instantly faded and he went away with the tray. This is so depressing; I'm having an awful time with people I barely know on my damn birthday! And I didn't even remember that it was my birthday! She walked towards the door, a little wobbly in the 4-inch heels and alcohol buzz she was under. Once outside in the cool air she sat on the curb of the driveway. Having already finished one glass she started on the second. She then pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail. She missed Dean more than she had even expected to. It was so difficult for her to just sit her and dwell on the fact that she was never gonna see him again. Julie pulled the heels off her feet and crossed her legs on the concrete. Hard to believe that just this morning she had been sleeping in his arms. She wanted to go home and lay in her bed, it was already midnight and she was exhausted from the plane ride. She stands up, puts the shoes under an arm and grabs the empty glasses. She quickly ditches the glasses and finds her father inside.
"Dad." Jack Gaffney turns around to face his daughter.
"Hey, Leelee."
"I wan—need to go home. I don't feel so good."
"Alright, well Arnie is out for an ice run, see if he can drop you off."
"Ugh, Arnold?" Arnold was one of Julie's many ex-boyfriends. His family had married into Julie's many times over the years. He is 18 now and still just as stupid as he was before.
"Julie, your mother and I can't leave here until the party ends, you know that. If you really must leave, go with Arnie or you stay here until 3."
"Unfortunately I really need to get the hell out of here." She said while putting her shoes back on. Julie found Arnold Fitzgerald standing by the door. He turned around and nearly knocked her over. When he realized who she was he was awestruck. He looked her up and down twice before speaking.
"Julie, hey."
"Hey Arnold. Uh my dad said you might be able to give me a ride home. I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden." That has nothing to do with the 5 glasses of champagne, I'm sure.
"Uh sure, I'd be glad to. When did you get back?"
"Today." She answered shortly leading the way out the front door. He unlocked the door to his Mercedes Benz and got in the driver's seat. Julie sat down in the passenger seat and tried her hardest not to look at him. They had gone out for a few months last year when he was 17. They had broken up because he was an idiot, literally, and all he ever wanted to do was hook up with her. He doesn't seem to have changed much.
"So, I saw you on TV. That was an incredible save."
"Yeah." She said leaning her head on the window.
"You look really good, Julie." There isn't much to say to that, is there?
"You too." Thankfully the rest of the way was mostly silence and when he pulled up in the long driveway Julie hadn't even noticed. She was so tired and out of it. That's why she didn't realize that Arnold had one hand on her shoulder. Not until he pulled her and kissed her quickly. She brought her hands to his chest and pushed him away.
"What the fuck are you doing, Arnold?"
"Don't pretend like you don't miss me Julie." She opened the door and stepped out. Door still open she let all her anger loose.
"First of all pervert, I have a boyfriend. Secondly I could have your stupid ass arrested for even touching me. God Arnold! You're 18 fucking years old! What the hell are you still doing in Bangor? Lastly, even if I didn't have a boyfriend, I still wouldn't want you!" She slammed the door shut and stomped up the steps. Closing the door behind her tripped on her heels and fell forward. The expression that 'you're a skater, you know how to fall' seemed to be true because she quickly threw her hands out and landed in a simple position. Pulling off the shoes, she stands back up. Now that she was somewhat calmer she went into the vast kitchen and to the phone. There was a message blinking. She hit the button and it began to play. Julie walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water.
"Hello, this is Gordon Bombay. I'm calling with regards to Julie. Uh, Julie, I just got in from L.A. and found out some interesting news about the team. If you wouldn't mind calling me back, I think you're gonna like what I have to tell you. You can reach me at 612-416-9727. Thanks, bye." Loud, annoying beep. Whatever, Julie thinks as she jogs up stairs. She walks through the double doors leading to her parent's huge bedroom and into their equally large bathroom. Her eyes look at their reflection in the wall-length mirror. Her eyes are puffy from crying and her make-up wilting from her face. She opens the cabinet next to the mirror and sees some brown hair dye. Julie quickly opens it and starts to follow the directions on the box.
Dean's POV
I'm sitting at the small kitchen table next to the phone being anxious. I just got home half an hour ago and my mother had gone out with her boyfriend of the week. There were no messages, no nothing. Not that I had really expected anyone to call, but I just wished someone had. Julie, Fulton, Charlie, somebody. But no there was nobody. So what the hell am I doing inside on a night like this? I should call my friends and ask them to hang out with me tonight. Or just head to their favorite hangout right now. Yeah, I think as I swing my black leather jacket over my shoulders and put it on. I'm halfway to the door and the phone rings. I double back at lightening speed and pick up before the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Dean?"
"Yeah."
"This is Coach Bombay." Okay, definitely the last person I expected.
"Uh, Hi Coach."
"Hey, listen is your mother there?"
"Uh, no. Why?"
'Well I have some new news about the team I think you aught to hear."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you interested?"
"Shoot, Coach."
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((It's not very long or interesting, but that's because the story is winding down. You guys obviously know what the news is gonna be, Eden Hall and such. Julie dying her hair was me being bored. But in D3 at the scholarship induction in the beginning, her hair is actually much darker. One or two more chapters before I start the sequel: The Eden Hall Warriors. Thanks for reviewing.))