5: Making up & News

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Juliettes POV:

It had been a week since me and Noelle talked. I stopped going to church. I stopped going near the Church. Only to go to the cemetery so I guess that was pretty close. I had spent the whole week with Gerard and the others. We had spent time sacrificing, every. damn. night. I felt myself getting  desensitized to it. At this point it was just a fun game to me. But some night's I couldn't help but cry myself to sleep in my pillows. 

It was now Monday and I wanted to make up with Noelle. I felt bad for exploding but I couldn't help it. I don't know what got to me. I had gotten a car over the weekend so I don't have to take the bus anymore but now I gotta drive my guys around, soooo fun. 

I get out my phone to text Noelle. 

Me: Hey. I know you're probably still mad at me but I'd like to meet up and talk. 

10 minutes later I got a response. 

Noelle: I'm surprised you texted me but I would like to meet and talk. 

Me: sick, meet at 5? I'll pick you up at your place. Got it?

In all the years I've known her I was never allowed over. 

Noelle: Pick me up?  You don't even have a car Jules.

Me: Now I do! See you at 5. 

I had slept in till 1 with no regrets. I get dressed. 

 So I have a couple hours of time to lose

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 So I have a couple hours of time to lose. I hop in the car and head to Gerard's. The drive was rather peaceful but as I approach his street I stop the car abruptly. I breathe heavily. I almost hit someone. I look around for a person to apologize to FOR ALMOST HITTING THEM! But, I don't see anyone. No one in distress. The people on the street are looking at me like I'm crazy considering I stopped right in the middle of the damn street. 

I collect myself and pull into Gerard's driveway. I felt kinda embarrassed after the whole street thing. I walk into Gerard's house and go into his room. Not there. Odd. 

I start walking down the hallway to go to the basement. As I'm walking down the dark hallway I bump into a random guy. I screamed and held my hand to my chest. "Scared?" The stranger said to me in a coarse smokers voice. I look up at him and recoil at the sight. Bright red hair, pale skin,    dark eyes, way to fucking skinny, not very pleasant to look at. 

He gave off an unsettling vibe. Whoever it is I needed to be cautious of. I assume it's one of Franks friends so I don't question his existence in the house. "So um, where are the guys?" I ask with a smile thats not so sure of what emotion convey. "Base..ment.." He says but his voice sounds like he hasn't had water in days. Ew. 

Before I head to the basement I ask his name. "I don't wanna be rude. What's your name?" He doesn't reply and just stares at me. As I'm running down the stairs I repeatably say, "ew ew ew ew ewwwww!" to myself. I turn around to see if he's still staring and he's suddenly gone. "What? The fuck? Weirdo." 

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