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
"I'm having an epiphany," Jules held up a hand as Miguel stared down at her, obviously confused. As soon as Jules left Sam's, she had biked all the way home, changed the bandage on her head, and then walked right across the opening to Miguel's door. She was thankful that Carmen hadn't opened the door, because then her nerves may have run out.
Miguel's eyebrows furrowed, obviously unsure what to say to that. "Oh? Uh - what about?"
"You know, my dad died when I was fourteen." She began, putting a hand on her chest. "He wasn't the nicest person around, but I still loved him. He-" she took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. She had never said any of this outloud, and it was actually harder than she thought. Her chest was tight, and she was having a difficult time sucking air between her lungs as she forced herself to take deep breaths. "He- uh - he was the kind of dad who helped you with homework and got mad when you failed a test. He-" she swallowed, "he cheated on my mom, maybe more than once, and before she could confront him about he, he was told he had nine months to live."
Against her better will, a tear slipped down her face, and she hurried to rub her hands across her cheeks, looking at the ground. "I know, this is depressing, but I have a point." She said, but Miguel stayed silent; staring down at her like it was the first time he had ever seen her face.
"All I could think about was how my mom felt, and I guess I kind of made an unspoken promise to myself to always be a loyal friend, because I know firsthand how terrible it feels to be on the other end of things." She finally looked up at Miguel, who had a soft expression on his face.
"Okay, fine, I'm rambling. I'll shut up soon I swear." She felt a bit of her adrenaline die off, and started speaking again before she could second-guess herself. "And I was at Sam's, and we made up after our fight and she... she said that I deserve to be happy too."
"Well, obviously." Miguel shrugged, a soft smile on his face as Jules shot him a look.
"Obvious to you, damn I'm trying to tell you my tragic backstory."
"Yeah, and you made me feel sad for you, which I know you hate." Miguel ran a hand through his hair, and she noticed that sometimes during her rant, he had shut the door behind him. The sun was beginning to set, casting elongated shadows over the two as Miguel stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So I'm trying to be politely quiet."
Jules smiled. "You know, I think I do deserve to get what I want."
"Yeah?" Miguel tilted his head slightly, "what do you want?"
