By the end of her summer, Jules found herself developing a newfound allergy for her best friend and her fiancée. They were fine in small doses, but Jules could no longer bear to spend her every afternoon feeling like the unwanted tagalong on their dates. It was ridiculous, as if their engagement had flipped off a switch inside them. Suddenly, they were no longer two individuals, they were a morphed being- and Jules decided she did not enjoy the company of the overtly happy couple.
She did consider that her feelings stemmed from the announcement of their engagement- something she still struggled to wrap her head around by the time the first week of September rolled around. If Jules heard Sam say when you know, you know one more time she might actually consider committing a heinous crime. The lanky boy with his signature mop of charming silky dark hair would surely be missed, but Jules deemed her best friend would recover eventually.
When you know, you know- pah! I don't even know what I want for dinner tomorrow.
The shift in her friend group dynamic brought Jules to oddly look forward to her first day of sophomore year. There was something different in the air that morning, a shift in space she could not recognize. Jules was in a good mood- something that never happened in the mornings. Charlie stared at her like she had grown two heads as she arrived fully dressed in the kitchen, humming under her breath as she twirled over to the fridge on her bare feet to pull out the eggs.
"Did you sleep at all?" Charlie squinted in suspicion. She wore a glen check vintage waistcoat over a thin white shirt with thin grey stripes, rolled messily up to above her elbows and mostly tucked into her deeper blue 501s, a wide black ribbon fashioned into a loose necktie knotted over where she had left the top three buttons open on her shirt. Her hair was as loose as ever, silkily whipping about her as she moved, eyes more aware and bright than Charlie had ever seen in the morning.
Jules chuckled, fully aware of why her Uncle would tease her in the morning. "I had a good dream. Omelette?"
"Mhmm." Charlie sipped his coffee. "Looking forward to the first day?"
"Nope." Jules popped, preparing Charlie's usual breakfast order on the weekdays. "Apparently there's going to be new kids. Ella texted me."
"Yeah." Charlie remembered. "Uh, new Doctor in town. Something Cullen. Seems nice. Came down to the station last week to introduce himself as the new Chief Physician."
"Cool." Jules wasn't really interested. She had never much cared for hospitals, and she hadn't had reason to step foot into Forks Community Hospital in a whole year of living here- a proud achievement she intended to continue.
"Mentioned he had five kids going to high school, I think." Charlie seemed to strain to remember what sounded like an unnecessarily dull conversation.
"Damn. He got busy." Jules hummed offhand, beating three eggs harshly in a plastic bowl. "Oooh, are they quintuplets? That would be interesting."
"No. Foster children." Charlie frowned. "The boys and I were a little concerned, kids like that coming from the city."
Jules shrugged. "I'm your foster kid. I'm no trouble."
"You're my niece." Charlie shot her a flat look. Jules raised an eyebrow back. "And you're trouble plenty, don't think I don't know what you get up to camping in the woods with the Quileute kids."
"You let me have a beer with you at least once a week." Jules rolled her eyes. "We're not delinquents Uncle Charlie."
"Just- promise you'll stay out of trouble this year?" Charlie sighed. "I don't want another phone call from the Principal's office."
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