Borrowed Time

Chapter 198

Juliette had to work on keeping a straight face at rehearsals, because she was pretty sure that if she didn't learn soon, she was gonna be replaced... and that she was pretty sure that even if she wasn't replaced, Becky would sacrifice her to God himself.

Maybe... okay.  Maybe that was dramatic.  She jogged a bit, catching up with Becky as she made her way back out of the theater.

"So... That was a fun day." Becky looked over at her with a quiet sort of disdain.  Uh oh. "What?"

"If you're gonna laugh whenever you see me doing a scene, I'm going to start making you put a paper bag over your head while I'm performing." Becky said flatly, linking her arm with Juliette's as she did.  She let out a quiet chuckle, nodding.

That was fair, she hadn't really been the best on keeping a straight face whenever she had to see Becky kiss a guy on stage... Plus, it was really funny to watch her be bitchy during Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee... How was she not supposed to laugh?

"Sorry... But thank you for not saying plastic bag." Juliette said, unsure of why that had even come out of her mouth - to her knowledge, Becky had not been thinking about murdering her while she'd been saying that, she'd simply been scheming up ways to keep her quiet so that she could better focus on what was going on in her scene.

Becky looked at her, clearly alarmed as she shook her head, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

Yeah, fair. You probably didn't expect me to thank you for not committing a murder that you never planned to commit in the first place, but my brain likes to wander, and when it likes to wander, I like to tell people which is not a good combination.

She wouldn't say that though, that would just make her sound crazier, and she didn't really need to add to that at all.

She did just fine with it all on her own.

"I don't want you dead, I just want you quiet." She said, and Juliette nodded. Of course, obviously that made a great deal of sense, but in her plainest defense, being dead was the most permanent way to make someone be quiet - really, Becky would just be saving her own breath so that she could better utilize it in the theater, and who could fault her for that?

She doubted that Becky really had the stomach for murder, but anything was possible - even people as sweet as Becky becoming cold blooded killers under the right circumstances.

Morbid thought... Move on, please. Move on before you think about it for too long and your brain starts playing the images that you can never forget even though they're not real.

"Technically killing me would make me quiet." Damn, she'd really meant to keep that as an inside thought, but it had just fought it's way right out to the outside, and there wasn't much that could have been done for her to stop it.

Becky sighed heavily, patting her arm as she gave her a glance with a soft, amused sort of smile, one that made Juliette let out a breath of relief.

It was nice to know that Becky didn't think that she was that much of a freak, that would've been a little bit embarrassing... Becky Aladori was sweet, imagine having the sweet one thinking you're a freak, that would just be horrible.

"Right, but sometimes I think you'd enjoy being dead too much, it needs to be a little bit of a punishment, you know?" She said, her eyes twinkling with a kind of humor as Juliette chuckled, nodding.

Honestly, she had a point - she got into moods where being dead sounded like a kind of blessing on her that she didn't really want to pass up. Her intrusive thoughts couldn't get to her if she was dead, her religious trauma couldn't catch up to her if she was dead... Plus, she'd never have to pay taxes, that would just be a major relief in general because they sounded like a goddamn nightmare that she was not excited to become a part of someday - adulthood just seemed like a thousand unpleasant tasks slapped together, really she would love to avoid it altogether.