It's been two weeks since Michael and his best friend Calum met up at Juliet's house to start their English project. They finished the assignment and passed with flying colors thanks to Michael's forte for rhyming and meaningful inked words that came so easily to his abstract mind. But of course Mrs. Canterbury gave them the final grade of an A- saying "nobody's perfect" which she quickly contradicted once Luke Hemmings started reading his sorry excuse for a poem and earned a solid A+ just for cracking a devilish grin even the angels couldn't resist.
With all thoughts of academics aside..school was finally out for the weekend, as it was Friday, and thus began the long awaited days of sleeping in and eating more. But for Juliet Porter that's not at all how her weekends worked.
Juliet's mother, Capella Porter, owned a bakery down town that had only just opened a few months ago. One would think no one hardly ever stopped by due to the shops new arrival, but it was quite the opposite. As soon as one person had a taste of an American cake, sweet enough to rot your teeth just by looking at it, everyone wanted one.
So Juliet spent her weekends working from nine in the morning till nine at night baking cupcakes, running the register, and sometimes even cleaning the shop. Once her work there was done she headed home to her giant house that was hard to fill on the inside due to its wide open spaces, high raised ceilings and lack of people. She was an only child in a family of work obsessed parents. That wasn't entirely a bad thing...until it was eleven at night and she would hear a noise downstairs making her hide under her covers until the light of day saved her from the terror but woke her just in time to start her nightmare routine all over again.
Since poor Juliet's weekend's were such a drab, she was part of the minuscule minority who looked forward to coming to school in the morning. This even more so with her newly developed crush on her English project partner.
Pulling herself back to reality..she walked down the slowly thinning hallway of rushing students to her locker with her oblivious friends, and dreading every moment of her wasted day dream on this event.
"Juls, you good?" Celeste finally asked, looking over to the girl dressed in black shorts and a designer white tank top she was borrowing from Layla.
"What? Oh! Yeah I'm fine" she replied.
"You sure?" Layla asked "is it because you couldn't borrow the heels too? I mean I feel bad but I–"
"No Layla, it's not that" She said with slight amusement "I was just thinking"
"Well, Layla wouldn't know much about that" Celeste sassed with a hint of jest sprinkled in just to the right amount.
"Hey!" Layla nudged her friend on the shoulder.
Suddenly Juliet was rescued from her dimwitted friends and pointless banter as she heard her name being called from behind. She turned around to see the newly blonde haired boy Michael, from her English class, running up to her.
"uh.. we'll catch ya later Juls" Celeste said pulling Layla's arm to follow, almost as if she didn't want to be anywhere remotely near Michael Clifford.
"yeah, we've got places to go and people to do" Layla giggled naughtily as she wobbled off down the hallway in her three inch hot pink heels.
Juliet gave a look of caring disapproval to her friends before turning around to face Michael as he approached "hey" she smiled politely, as his figure became an appropriate talking distance away.
"Hey" he replied, a little out of breath since he had ran half way down the hallway to catch up with her.
She smiled warmly and waited for a response.
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Fanfiction" she talked to me Calum " Michael replied with a sigh, flashing back to the exact moment she spoke to him. " what did you say? " Calum asked, surprised he had human contact with someone not in his friend group. " well..nothing.. " " nothing? Mike y...
