Juliet's POV
Dear Juliet
This is only my seconds letter to you of many. I plan on having you get one every day, I'm writting these in advance so they get to you on the right days.
You should've got the box by now so I hope you loved everything inside! I found something today in Miami for you and tomorrow we leave up to Georgia.
Today Ashton tripped on the way to the stage, it was really funny and I wish you were here to see it. It's about 2 am right now and I can't sleep. I can never sleep when I'm away from you. I've never been this homesick in my life before, I don't even care if I'm back in Australia. I just want you with me because whenever you are feels like home.
I have to go, Michael is yelling at me to turn off my light. I'll talk to you tomorrow? I really wish you'd write back...
Love,
Luke.
Once again I poured out the little charm in the envelope. I have to get a new chain since there's so many now. I picked up the little pendant, this time it was a starfish. Like it did before their was today's date written on it.
February 2, 2016
Waking up to a letter from Luke was one of the best things, not nearly as good as waking up next to him though. I put the letter in the brown box of the corner of my room where all the little notes and yesterday's letter was. Today I have a gig to play, it's been a while since we played live and since tomorrow we go back to school we wanted to have a good weekend, so why not book a show?
Part of my changing over the past month did also change a bit of appearence. For instance, I stopped wearing majorly ripped up jeans, instead it was just plain skinny jeans of any color, not just black. I didn't always wear band shirts anymore, I wore just things I found nice. I still wear my vans and Creepers on occasion but I like wearing boots a lot too, not uggs though, I still don't like them. I also changed my hair, again I know. I went back to my original color, blonde. I stopped wearing make up again though, sometimes a light mascara never hurt but I try to lay off all the cosmetics.
I'm maturing and I love it.
I'm turning seventeen this year, one year closer to eighteen and twenty one.
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I grabbed my guitar case and swung it over my shoulders. I left the apartment and went to the venue. Danny should be coming to the show but then I have to drop him off at the airport for Europe.
"Hey," I greeted the girls that were in the back room of the venue. I took my guitar out and began tuning it. Rosie came up to me and gave me a hug.
"How are you holding up buttercup?" She chuckled but I could still hear the sympathy in her voice.
"I'm fine Rosie, really." Lie.
"You know you should talk to Luke...Mikey tells me he sits by his phone all day waiting for a message from you or he goes out shopping for things for you."
"I really don't want to talk about this..." I awkwardly said.
"Okay, okay, just think about it okay? Luke's got a good heart and we all know you're good for him."
"Yeah well, shit happens." I shrugged.
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I laughed and squeezed Danny tighter. "Promise to send me pictures?"
"I promise, promise you won't destroy the apartment."
"I promise, no coke and sex parties." I pulled say from him.
