Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 42

Colby's POV:

Today was the day of the Red Sox game and to say Jules was excited was an understatement. They were playing the Yankees, which meant having an incredibly petty girlfriend for the day. If I'm being honest, I enjoyed petty Juliet.

Currently, she was tossing clothes on her floor, clearly looking for something. "Jules?"

"I need a red shirt. All of them are dirty. Jenna!"

Her sister came into the room with a red shirt in hand. "Don't ruin it. I like this shirt."

I glanced at her. "How'd you know what Jules was asking for?"

"Triplet telepathy. It's much more powerful than twin telepathy."

Jules pushed me out of the room and moments later, the door opened. She was brushing her hair wearing the red shirt and blue jeans, a rarity for her.

She frowned, seeing my expression. "What? Does it look bad?"

"No, not at all. You look beautiful. It's just rare to see you wearing blue jeans."

Her cheeks flushed and she smiled. "Well, thank you. Now, come on. Get some red on. Or a cap."

She handed me a hat and frowned when I held it. "Put it on."

Instead of waiting for me to do so, she put it on my head. Jackson, who had shown up the night before, grabbed his sister's hand and spun her to him before hugging her. He then grabbed the hat from my head and shot Jules a look. "Don't put my hat on your boyfriend's head."

"So this is pass the hat around. Okay. What am I wearing?"

Jules disappeared and returned with a Martinez jersey. "J.D. Martinez. Great player. Wear it. Or don't. Your choice."

An hour later, we were finally set and we made our way to Fenway.

As soon as the game started, once again, my girlfriend was extremely invested; probably more so, as they were taking on their biggest rival.

When the middle of the eighth inning rolled around, people stood up and started singing Sweet Caroline. I tapped Juliet's shoulder and asked, "Is this normal?"

She nodded and turned back to the field as she kept singing. The music soon ended and the game resumed.

Once the game finished, Jules was all smiles. "14-1. Sox creamed 'em."

"Don't you at least feel a little bad for their loss?"

She turned to me. "I mean, I would've liked it a little closer, but no. I don't."

"Well, alright then."

"Hey, when one of your best players was traded to the opposing team 100 years ago and they didn't win a World Series for 84 years, that being 2004, then you can talk. The curse is real, man. The curse is real."

"The curse?" I asked with a frown.

"The Curse of the Bambino." Jackson clarified. "Julie, not everyone understands baseball speak. The player she's talking about is Babe Ruth, by the way."

"That's what I got you for. To explain them." She said, smiling at her brother.

"Or you could explain them yourself."

"Or I could relax in their confusion."

"Or you two could stop being annoying." Jenna butted in. "Colby, I am so sorry. These two together are trouble."

I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Juliet is just being herself. She annoys everyone in little ways."

Jules frowned before saying, "Gee, thanks. Exposing my deepest secrets."

I kissed her and said, "That's what I do best."

On the way back, Jules overtook the aux and played something. Jackson and Jules started rapping together. The way the two of them were in sync was honestly kind of freaky.

One particular song came on and Jules curled up in her seat as she listened. "Want me to skip it?" Jenna asked.

Jules shook her head. "No, as much pain as it makes me feel, I like How Could You Leave Us."

She resumed her rapping and then Welcome to the Black Parade came on. She screamed at the first note and her dad glared in the rearview mirror. "Juliet Grace!"

"Sorry, Dad."

We got back to the house and Jules immediately ran upstairs and changed.

I followed her, hearing faint strumming and stood in her doorway. She had her back to the door and sang, "Therapy, you were never a friend to me. And you can keep all of your misery."

I silently listened to her as she played and sang. She was so talented and I found myself in constant awe of her.

She then scrolled through her list of songs and started singing along to a Boys Like Girls song. I quietly slid down the wall and listened to her.

A couple songs later, she fell silent and started free-styling on her guitar.

I shifted and she let out a small shriek before turning to see me. "Colby! What are you doing here?"

"Watching you play and sing. You're amazing; you know that?"

She gave a tiny shrug before putting her guitar on the stand.

I didn't understand it. She never seemed to believe me when I complimented her. But that didn't stop me. I could tell she appreciated my compliments, uncomfortable as they seemed to make her feel.