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Chapter 22 - let's go

Julie's POV

*three days later*
*Thursday*

"You want to go shopping?" Jess asks as I walk into the kitchen to make myself breakfast.

"For what?"

"School supplies and back-to-school clothes." she explains.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I agree.

***

"I love this shirt!" Jess squeals.

"That's super cute!" I say, trying my best to be happy.

These three days have been rough. More pictures of Niall and Barbara were sent to me, not making me feel any better. I've been sick for what seems like forever.

I think going shopping with Jess is making me feel better. I'm not stuffed under the blackets like I have been all week. I can actually breathe and it's nice.

"I can't believe school starts on Monday." I groan. Just the thought of going back to school and seeing all the people I haven't seen in four months makes me want to go die in a hole.

"I know! I don't want summer to end." she frowns.

"Well, we'll just have to make the best out of it." I say. "Maybe we could go to England." I say and we're both shocked by my words. I remember Niall and the other boys are in England and I regret my suggestion. "Nevermind, it's not such a great idea." I mumble. I can't believe I suggested that..

"No! It's a great idea!" she squeals. "Could your dad get us tickets?" she asks.

"But Niall." I whisper.

"Well, maybe this will be good. Maybe you'll see him and he'll explain." she says.

"I don't know... I don't want to see him." I frown. "What if he's with Barbara?" my heart aches.

"Well, then you don't have to see him." she shrugs. "We should go."

"I'll talk to my dad." I give in.

***

"We're back!' Jess calls to her mom as we enter her house.

"Did you have a succsesful shopping trip?" Jess' mom, Mrs. Dallas, asks.

"Yes, got lots." I say.

"That's fantastic!" she cheers.

I walk up stairs to the room I'm staying in and close the door behind me. I pull out my phone and open up the phone icon. I dial my dad's number and hesitate to press the green phone button that will imediatly start dialling his phone.

I convince myself to call him and press the button.

"Hello?" my father's voice sounds through the phone.

"Hi, it's me." I hesitate.

"Hey, Jules, I miss you. I heard you still have your scholership, that's great. I'm so glad I didn't mess any of that up. I'm so sorry and I hope you can forgive me." he rambles.

"Not now, dad. I need to ask you something." I start. I take his silence as I cue to continue. "Could you buy Jess and I tickets to England?" I ask.

"Are you still mad at me?" he changes the subject.

"Yes." I sigh.

"If I get you and your friend these tickets, will you move back in and stop being mad at me?" he bribes me.

"Deal." I say and I can see his grin through the phone.

I think about it. I may not forgive him right away, because I'm still heartbroken, but I'm kind of glad I can use this to my advantage.

We talk for a little longer before I say I had to go. I could tell how happy he was, which made me want to forgve him right then, but I held my ground. I'm still hurting from everything that's happened recently.

***

"Really?!" Jess squeals as I tell her that we're leaving tomorrow morning for our last minute trip to England.

"Yes!" I squeal and we both jump around.

"What's going on down here?" Jess' mother asks, interrupting out cheering.

We stop jumping and we both stare blankly at Mrs. Dallas.

"Mom, Julie's dad got baught us tickets to go to England. I know that's far, and I know we're young but I really think tha-" Jess starts.

"You can go." Jess' mom cuts her off and Jess grins, running up to her mom and attaching her in a tight hug. "When are you leaving?" her mom asks, still in the embrace of her daughter.

Jess releases her mom from the tight hug and looks at me. "Tomorrow morning." I answer.

"Better start packing." Jess' mom suggests.

Jess and I run up the stairs. I turn into my room and Jess heads to hers. I pull out a suitcase that I had gotten from my house when I packed my thing to move here. I go to the dresser and pull out the drawers one-by-one placing them on my bed. I struggle but manage to place all the drawers onto the bed without dropping them.

I stare at the four drawers laid across my bed that are all filled with my clothing. I start with under garments and place them in my suit case.

I rummage through my shorts and shirts, finding things that will go together. I pick out five different outfits, plus shoes, and place them in my suitcase.

England for five days, this should be fun.

I unlock my phone and open the safari app. I look up England's weekly temperature, making sure the outfits I chose were appropriate for the weather.

I find myself visiting other pages full of landmarks and tourist destinations that I'll make sure Jess and I visit.

I find myself reading about the London Eye as another web page pops up. I click on it to see where it takes me. A London night jazz club website pops up and says you must be 18 to get in.

I just turned 17 this month, along with Jess.

I decide not to tell Jess about my plans on attending this club, in fear of her denying my idea. I go through my clothes and pull out a black dress. I carefully put it into my suitcase and zit it up.

I go to the bathroom across the hall and organize my toiletries into my small travel bag. I check every liquid item, making sure they're 3oz. or less.

I return to my temporary room and place my toiletry bag into the front pocket of my suitcase.

***

"Wake up, it's time to go." a voice whispers in my ear.

I groan and stretch out my leg. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands, in attempt to wake myself up. I open my eyes slowly and the light blinds me.

"C'mon, we're going to England today!" the voice says again. I recognize it to be Jess'. I open my eyes fully as I wake from my slumber and all the plan run through my mind, making me more and more excited.

I jump out of bed and stumble over my still tired leg. Jess laughs at me as I run to the bathroom the get ready.