Julie Gordon lives in New York with her mother and father. On a daily basis, she works at a bakery together with her best friend Dylan.
One day, she comes home from work to see her mother crying her eyes out. It turns out Julie's father has cheated...
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The next following days, I distanced myself from Timmy. I didn't know how to act around him now that I was aware of my feelings, so I thought the best thing to do was to keep him at a distance. I was sure he noticed it, though. Even if he spent a lot of time with Lily and his friends, he tried to talk to me at least once a day.
I could tell he was frustrated about it, that he knew something wasn't right but not what it was. He would open his mouth several times when we were in the same room to say something, maybe ask what was wrong, but nothing ever came out. All of our conversations nowadays only consisted of; 'hello', 'goodbye', 'good morning' and goodnight'. That was it.
I would lie if I said I didn't miss him. My entire heart ached for his proximity and company. I wanted to smile and laugh again, just like I always did when I was with him. I wanted to see that beautiful smile on his face, knowing I was the one who had caused it. I wanted to wake up in the mornings, knowing that he was the first person I would meet when I went down to eat breakfast.
The only thought that came to my mind when I thought about this was: Did he miss me too? Did he miss spending time with me just like I missed spending time with him? I knew he didn't feel the same way about me as I did about him, but did he miss me as a friend?
After realizing my feelings for Timmy, I hadn't been able to reply to the text message Aden had sent me later that same night. He had just sent me a 'hello', but I couldn't find the will to text back to him, not after everything that had happened.
I hadn't seen him after that time in the bakery either, and I almost felt bad about it. He had been nothing but sweet to me, and all I had done in return was to be an ass. He deserved better than me no matter what he felt. Besides, I couldn't give him what he wanted right now anyway. Not when my heart was beating for someone else.
It was now Monday, a week after I had run off from the kitchen table that evening. I didn't start working until one in the afternoon, so I decided to sleep for as long as possible that morning. Unfortunately, that only turned out to be until nine.
When I realized I wasn't going back to sleep, I decided to get up from the bed and get myself ready for the day. I brushed my tousled hair, putting it in a ponytail before going downstairs to get some food in my system. What I didn't expect to find, though, was a guy sitting at the table with only a pair of grey sweatpants on.
We hadn't eaten breakfast together in a week, not after we had stopped talking to each other, so my heart instantly stopped beating at the sight of him munching on a slice of bread.
"Morning," I muttered as I walked by him to get a bowl out of the cabinet.
He turned around to look at me. "Good morning, Julie."
