Chapter 18: Months.

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                       Months have gone by since I last saw Juliette. It was already December. I'm pretty sure SPM is done. No texts, no calls, no nothing. I spent the last few day at my grandparents place a lot. I'm not freeloading though. Helping grandma with the flowers, with gramps taking a walk around their neighbourhood. But today, I just feel like sitting at home doing nothing.

                        I laid on the sofa. I looked at my phone on the coffee table. Blank. I picked it up. I dialled Juliette's number. "Sorry the number you dialle--" Great. Her phone is not turned on. I then decided to call Willy up. Dialling tone. "Hello?," a voice on the other line answer who is of course, Willy. "Hey dude. I couldn't get hold of Juliette. You know where she is?," I asked. "Ah, the lover boy is looking for his damsel in distress. Didn't Jules tell you anything?," he responded. "Tell me what?," I asked, sounding confused. "Oh oh. Okay, I'll tell you. She's in Australia bro. She's not coming back --" I cut Willy off, rising up. "What?! Not coming back?!" "I'm not done talking yet asswipe. She's not coming back until you know, January or February. Something like that," he said, sounding calm. "Why wasn't I notified? How come you knew about it and I don't?,"  I asked again in fury. "Everyone knew. Oh snap, you're being treated like an outcast," he prompted. I hung up.

                          I sat back down, trying to calm myself. As I am in the process of calming myself, my phone rang. The number on the screen was certainly not from here. I was having second thoughts in answering it. After a few moments of thinking, I picked it up. "Hello?," trying to sound calm. Then the voice on the other side sounded familiar and it hit me. "Hello! Greetings from Australia!"

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