My Secret Love

Chapter 11- Dedicated to old friends

JULIANNE

When I was younger, me and Steven would go to pond, on the rare occasions hed acually let me go with him. We would sit back and watch our poles sway slightly in the water, it was calm so it didn't move too much.

Back then I had my dad, before he betrayed us; He would tell us to watch the pole movement closely.

That's because sometimes when a fish caught on, it would only change the movement of the pole only a little. I was parinoid and would pull up the pole before the fish really latched on good, but Steven always knew the right moment to pull it in. He would patiently wait for it.

That's just how he's always been, patient. Maybe were ever he is right now he's, he's patiently waiting on us, maybe he's patiently waiting to find an escape. My main mission right now is to find him.

When Weston told me we had to go somewhere to sleep, I figured he had a key to his house and he just haven't been staying their because he hated staying alone.

But, here we were walking into the front door of someone's house, not his.

All I know at the moment is our host is a girl. Because theirs a pink bug in the driveway.

The fact that he just walked in with ease , scares me a little. I just follow along, keeping my mouth closed.

"Mia?" He calls.

Mia? Why does that sound so familiar?

My mouth drops a little as I'm met with a girl, with blonde hair, Weston's age. Its his ex girl friend. The only girl that made Weston drop his player ways for a whole year.

It was his junior year And Steven would always joke and say he was pussy whipped. When she broke up with him he was devastated for months. No one could get through to him.

If I had his full attention and love, I could never let him go. Ever.

She comes over and hugs me, like were long lost friends. "Hey long time no see." I instantly hate that phrase, because it came out of her mouth.

Its stupid of me to hate her, when the only reason why I do is she made Weston fall in love with her.

I smile gently, but keep my arms by my side, limp.

"Weston." She greets with a nod. He nods back. "Thanks for letting us stay the night."

"No problem. I don't know why you need to stay here, but I'm sure its a good reason."

I feel better at the little contact Weston and Mia had.

Weston's down stairs on the couch, while I'm in Mias room. She tells me I have to sleep on her bed, she won't allow me to sleep on the floor.

"He's a great guy you know." I don't know why she felt the need to say it.

I can't from letting one question fall from my lips. "Why did you break up with him?"

Even in the darkness of her room I can tell she's surprised.

"We were very different." Her words make me think, how are they different?

I fall asleep on her words, like their a lullaby playing in my head over and over again. We were very different..... Are me and Weston different?

WESTON

Mia was kind enough to let Julianne borrow clothes to wear today, but I am stuck in what I had on yesterday. I take a shower in hopes that I don't smell.

"Here." Mia says walking in the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She tosses clothes at me.

I stare in confussion. "There my brothers." She says with a shrug.

I cough, to sign I need to get dressed. "I've seen you naked before." Right

I begin dressing because I don't have time I don't have much time to argue with her. "So what's going."

"I don't know," I state casually, which is half true.

She rolls her eyes and I know she can sense I'm lying. I end yo telling her about the guy and the cop. I realize its a crazy story to believe but she does.

"Let me come with you today."

"I know you Want to help, but its not your place."

I head towards the door, but she places a hand on my chest, stopping me. I sigh loudly.

She looks up at me, her eyes glow with kindness. "I want to help find him," by him I know she's referring to Steven.

"Okay." I give in. The door opens and Mia is thrown on top of me. Julianne stands there with wide eyes.
"Oh sorry." She says swallowing.

Great. This probably looks wrong. She steps back and trows her hands up. I want to say something, but I can't get any words out.

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~Holly Ann XOXO~