𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER THREE "the painful awkwardness of teenagers" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (original)
SHIRA MONROE WAS THE best mother anyone could have.
She was the one person in life who Jules has always been able to count on. She had this aura around her, that whenever Jules had something - anything really - on her mind, she just had to confide it in her mother. She was there the first Hanukkah without her dad, when she spent the entire time not feeling in a very celebratory mood, so they stayed at home together and baked for days on end. She was there Jules's first day in West Valley, and she has been there for her in general for as long as she could remember.
She was Jules's safe ground... but damn-it, the woman could not cook.
She could bake like a genius. Cookies, cakes, you name it. She just... God, she was awful at cooking. She burns things that shouldn't even be able to burn, and Jules swears that she once started a fire while making soup. It was getting to the point that it was absolutely ridiculous... so it was no surprise when Jules found herself in the kitchen that evening.
"Are you sure you're doing that right?"
"Ben-zona," Jules muttered under her breath, before raising her voice so that her mother could hear her. "Ma! It's pasta sauce, not rocket science!"
"Well we haven't had guests in a really long times, and I want it to go well!"
"It'll go fine! Stop stressing!"
Jules could hear her mom mutter something under her breath, but before she could turn to try and assure her that if her pasta sauce somehow managed to be as horrible as she seemed to think, she would personally go and get pizza, there was a knock at the door.
Shira jumped as if the sound had physically affected her, rushing over to stand by Jules, snatching the spoon from her hand. "Is this almost done?"
"Are you going to do the annoying thing that you do where you act like you made the food, when I actually made the food?"
Shira blinked once, and Jules rolled her eyes, pulling her hair out if it's ponytail and pulling a face at her mom. "You're a child."
"Go get the door Ahava!"
Jules couldn't help but snicker as she jogged over to the door, opening with a florish and plastering a smile on her face. "Hi!"
The first thing she noticed was, wow, Miguel's mom is really pretty. The woman had a kind smile on her face, her curly, dark hair falling neatly over her shoulders, a dish balanced in her hands as she reached her hand out to shake Jules's. "Hello, you must be Jules."
"Uh, yeah, that's me!" The girl grinned again, before wincing at the over-enthusiastic tone of her voice. God, she was awful at this. "Uh, come in!"
