you can't test
courage cautiously
Chapter 3:
Juliet's POV:
"It's Friday, Friday! Don't know the words to this song!" I sing as I slam the front door open.
"Ju!" I hear a young voice call and see Lottie running towards me.
"Eh, look! I've won the Lottie!" I exclaim and hug her with all my might. Fizzy follows suit. "And that soda sure is Fizzy."
"Ju, you do this everyday," Fizzy chuckles and walks away.
"Party pooper," I whisper in Lottie's ear and set my backpack down.
"Juliet!" My mother calls and walks into the foyer.
"Hey, mum," I greet and hug her. I follow her into the kitchen and smell my afternoon snack cooking. "FOOD!" I yell and scavenge for a plate.
"You'd think I don't feed you at all, you eat so much," Mum jokes and hands me a bowl of pasta.
I hum in delight as I chow down on the Italian goodness. When I'm finished with my pasta, I set the bowl in the sink, grab my backpack, and dash up the stairs. When I get to my doorframe, I try to go all Spider-Man and climb the frame and stuff, but I end up falling. Curse you, gravity. No one even likes gravity, why does it exist? Oh wait, we would all float to the sun and burn up and die without it. That's right, that's right. Never mind gravity, we're good.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, that's right, doorframe, bedroom, Friday. I got this.
I hop on my bed and zip open my backpack. Yay for homework! I shake my head and take out my English binder. Yay for English! Am I really doing this again? I just need to hit myself with a brick or something a forget about it.
"Uh, Ju? What are you doing?" I hear Louis ask and I turn to him. He's wearing his football or soccer or whatever the heck he plays jersey with sport shorts and cleats. His hair is a bit messed up from wind and speed, his face shiny from sweat. Gross. I looked at my hands and realized I had started hitting myself with a pillow while I kept losing my train of thought.
"Thinking," I reply back bluntly and set the pillow down.
"Right," Louis says confusedly and sets some stuff down I didn't know he was carrying. "I'm going to hop in the shower. If I don't come back for an hour or so, then I've probably fallen and can't get up."
I raise and eyebrow but just shake my head.
"And please rid of your clothes in a confined space and not in front of me, please," I remind him and pretend to push a pair of glasses to the bridge of my nose and flip a page in my binder.
"Later, nerd," Louis says and walks into the bathroom.
"Adios, jock," I yell back and start my homework. I try my best to not let my thoughts overwhelm me, as they do that a lot. It's like a big bug is eating at your brain and the only way to get rid of it is to think about it or confront it. But when you do, it just snowballs and gets bigger and bigger until you snap yourself out of it or your twin does. Whichever you prefer... Or whichever is humanly possible... Same difference. And here I go again. Maybe I should see a therapist about this...
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I wake up with a start. I squint as I peer across the room. There was some type of music playing, but I couldn't quite put my finger on who the artist was. I listen to the lyrics closely:
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think I am?
You only love to see me breaking,
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Twins // l.t.
Fanfiction"I swear, you guys could be twins!" I look at Louis and reply, "You have no idea." Juliet Tomlinson, sister of Louis Tomlinson. Ever heard of her? That's what I thought. Not only is she his sister, but also his twin, even if the...
