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// juliet //

"What's been happening in your world?
What have you been up to?
I heard that you fell in love
Or near enough
I gotta tell you the truth…

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake baby
Snap out of it (Snap out of it)"

- arctic monkeys, "snap out of it"

juliet

The sun streams through the window, shedding light upon little specks of dust floating in the air. The tranquility of the microscopic piece is alone in the room as objects are stressfully tossed around, thrown hard enough to land all the way across the room.

The only thing to be heard in the large bedroom is the huffing from an exhausted brunette as she storms all around, throwing her long brown hair up in a messy bun as she gets on her hands and knees, scrubbing her hardwood floors.

Although there is a housekeeper that comes in to clean every week, Juliet continues to scrub until her knees ache in pain. That's her thing; she cleans. It doesn't even matter that she is running on two hours of sleep. She just had to clean after last night's fiasco.

It all started at the stupid party Juliet had decided to go to. Everyone who was anyone was going to be there, so obviously she was going to make an appearance with her boyfriend, who is lives for parties like that. Noah will take any opportunity to make an appearance with all the other rich kids of California. 

Things started off great for the two. The  party was fantastic, all of their friends were there, the music was superb. It seemed it was going to be a great night. But then it all went downhill.

Juliet finishes scrubbing the last inch of her wooden floors as she tries her hardest to push thoughts of last night away. Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, she slowly gets to her feet, tip toeing across the wet floor in her bare feet. 

She's careful not to make too much noise as she returns the cleaning supplies to the housekeeper's closet, not wanting to wake her mother up. When Juliet had gotten home last night around three in the morning, her mother was still awake, painfully coughing as always. It's becoming harder and harder for Juliet to sleep at night, hearing her up coughing and vomiting all the time, and knowing there's nothing she can do. 

Her mother has been ill for awhile now, some complicated form of cancer. Juliet didn't know all the details, because like always, her parents liked to keep her in the shadows. Hell, they liked to keep each other in the shadows. That's exactly why her father worked seven days a week, claiming to be getting extra money for her mother's hospital bills, when she knows for a fact that they aren't paying a dime because Noah's father is her mother's doctor, and Noah told her that they wouldn't have to pay a single cent. 

But still, Juliet doesn't involve herself. She doesn't want to add another layer of stress in the household. She's not sure if it could take any more without totally crumbling to the ground. 

Juliet's about to make her way back upstairs to reorganize her closet when the melodic ringing of the doorbell echos throughout the house. Furrowing her eyebrows together, she turns on her heels, her clean white socks padding against the tiled flooring as she heads to the front door.

The ringing continues to echo, letting Juliet know that whoever is at the door is certainly not a patient person.

"Calm it down, asshole," She murmurs under her breath as she pushes a few brown strands that had broken free from her bun before opening the front doors, swinging them wide open before her.

Immediately her lips form a thin line, so full of hate, as her dark eyes land upon the several tall, professionally dressed people before her.

"Juliet," They greet her as if they know her.

"What do you want?" She snaps, not at all caring that there are several cameras clicking away behind them.

"Hi, honey, we were wondering if we could steal a minute of you and your parents' time?" One blonde woman, with an incredibly fake smile, asks her. The way her large blue eyes stare at Juliet, makes her look mentally instable.

Juliet's lips curl back ever-so-slightly when she watches the woman make a disapproving look as she continuously glances at her monroe and septum piercings decorating her face.

"No," Juliet states matter-of-factly, as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world. Because to Juliet, that was the stupidest question in the world, "Who the hell do you think you are, thinking that we would like to spend our own personal time talking to you, so you can just misquote us for your own selfish purposes. Get a proper jobs, you assholes," She rolls her eyes before slamming the door in their faces, as she does to reporters repeatedly.

She wasn't all that surprised that they have been nonstop knocking on their door since it went public that her mother was ill. Everyone is dying to know how a multi-millionaire family would deal with something so extreme. Apparently people think that just because you live in a beautiful home in California, that disease can't seep into your bones. 

So Juliet has been popping up in the magazines as the bitchy socialite with a bad mouth, which to be totally honest, is exactly what she is. There isn't a part of Juliet that isn't proud of who she is.

At least, that's what she lets on. 

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an: hello everyone! this character was made by the lovely @realizess! thank you for letting me use her :)