cruel summer | JJ Maybank

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" bad customer service "

AFTER JULIA'S SHIFT ended, she rushed home to pick an outfit, knowing that if she was even a minute late, she would have to make her own way there. Monica doesn't agree with the term 'fashionably late' and being that she is Julia's ride, she needs to stick to her timing.

She had practically burst through her front door, quickly greeting her Rottweiler, Keith, before sprinting up the staircase and to her bedroom to rummage through her walk-in wardrobe to find something suitable to wear.

Luckily for Julia, her, Monica and Sarah had gone shopping a few days prior at a mall about an hours car trip away from the Outerbanks so she had quite the selection.

After a few minutes deciding, she settled for just wearing her pale pink bikini underneath some washed out denim shorts that were low rise, the strap on the bikini bottoms showing slightly, paired with a white, cropped tube top, matching with her bottom half as the bikini top straps were visible over her tanned shoulders.

She runs a brush through her unruly hair, attempting to make it look somewhat presentable as she looks in her vanity mirror, her eyes scanning her face before coming in contact with her own. Eyes which are a shade that resembles the night sky but that seem to be constantly filled with sunlight. Seem.

Julia's actions holt as she hears the sound of One Direction being blasted on a car radio approaching her house followed by a series of beeps from a car horn. She reaches forward, spritzing her skin with her favourite vanilla scented perfume before plopping the miniature bottle into her purse. She contemplates applying a quick coat of mascara to her barely visible eyelashes before Monica seems to read the girls thoughts, ending them with another few beeps of her horn. God is that girl impatient.

With that, Julia walks at a quick pace out of her room and down the large staircase, surprisingly keeping herself from tumbling down them due to the speed she is moving to keep Monica from disturbing all of Figure 8 with her loud impatience.

She slips her oldest pair of trainers on — which are only a few months old — in order to not destroy any of her newer more expensive shoes with the sand which is bound to cover them by the end of the night. Locking her front door behind her, Julia sends a wave to Monica who is sat strumming her fingers on her wheel in time with Niall Horan's voice bellowing from the speakers.

Monica leans forward to turn the music down slightly as Julia gets into the purple convertible.
"I'm guessing Sarah ditched us for Topper again?" Julia asks, popping open the glove box, digging her hand within it to find the spare mascara Monica keeps there.

Once found, she cracks open her purse, taking out a small, circular mirror that her Aunt Maggie gave her a few Christmas's ago.

"How'd you know?" Monica replies, sarcasm evident in her tone as she starts her car to pull out of my driveway. "Pretty sure Kane is getting a ride with Rafe and Kelce, he ask you if you were coming?"

"Yeah, he messaged me a few minutes after you left." Julia says, her lips parted slightly in concentration as she applies the mascara to her lashes, an already hard job made harder by Monicas reckless driving.

Kane. Julia's boyfriend. The pair have been as thick as thieves ever since beginning high school... well kinda. They have what you would call a complicated relationship, the term "on and off" is a definite understatement.

"You two back on then?" Monica asks, glancing at Julia for a moment. Before she can answer Monica speaks again. "Y'know you can do waaay better than that total douche."