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Chapter 3: The Perfect Night

1990

Jules' pov:

"Cheers to the band's performance!!" I said placing beer cans on the counter. "I might have bought some cactus jack and vodka because it is my first time meeting you all" I said while poring everyone a vodka shot. "cheers to us" Dave said giggling. So we spent the rest of the night drinking and getting to know each other. I can say I've gotten very comfortable with these people. Maybe this was a good idea after all.
After a lot of drinks I can finally feel the drinks kick in.

"you know we are playing this gig next weekend. Maybe you can maybe check us out?" Kurt said blushing. " I'll see if I have plans, otherwise I would love to come" I can't help but feel my cheeks warm up. Maybe it's just the alcohol. We lock eyes. And we just stare.

"hey, uhm what's the time" i asked. i couldn't even keep my eyes open. "uhh 2:30", dave said passing out afterwards. "Shit i have to go bye guys thank you for everything just tell dave that i'll give him a call." "wait let me walk you out! ." kurt said quickly jumping up from the wooden floor. "thank you for an interesting night." he paused but shortly continued. "well i feel bad for being a jerk i just dont like speaking to new and unfamiliar faces." "i feel utterly offended" i said covering both of my hands by my heart."I'm not sure if it's the alcohol that's speaking but I had a wonderful night ." i said looking down. " Trust me, me too" he answered. "well I have to go. Thank you for everything Kurt. Bye" "Bye jules, I'll tell Dave you said goodbye." he said. I just answered him with a smile and made my way back home. .

" Good morning, you realize what time it is right?" My mom said placing her drink on the coffee table. "I know, I'm so sorry. I did not realize what the time was" I said panicking not knowing what will be said next.
" it's okay, you're a teenager. Did you enjoy your time." she said calming. What's going on. " it was great. But we can talk about it later I am very tired. Goodnight mom." I said walking up the stairs. " Night jules.".
That was fucking weird

kurt's pov:

When i woke up my stomach started hurting bad again. it was awful. i just laid on the couch and out of no where jules popped up in my head. all of our conversations. I keep reminding myself it meant nothing, because it would be way too soon. But my gut is convining me otherwise.

And so what if I like her. It doesn't mean she would ever like me back. My head hurt like hell and I can't think straight. Maybe if I try sleeping again it would help. And so I did. I slept the rest of the morning.

Jules' pov:

I wake up smiling. Last night was perfect. But the shittiest thing is that we can't be together. He has a career ahead of him. And I can't be a distraction. And besides I don't do relationships, I get bored too easy.

Look at me thinking we will be in a relationship, he probably doesn't even like me.

I walk downstairs, grabbing the kettle to fill it up. " Morning Jules." William said biting the last piece of his toast. "Morning William. How'd you sleep?" I asked. " I slept like a baby thank you, how was your night out. I heard you came home late?" he said rising his eyebrows. " it was interesting. But I had fun." I said blushing. "that's good, I'm glad you had fun."

The thought of Kurt made my stomach turn. It's too soon to be feeling this way. Nothing even happened, so why am I feeling this way. Maybe it would be best if I just distance myself from him would help.

Maybe I can skip the gig and just say I am busy...