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The Best Intentions
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Juliet
Challenge: Green Tea #2 [Morning], Milk Chocolate #3 [Resolve]
Word Count: 620
Summary: Juliet becomes a chess piece.
Juliet was in a meeting when she got Joey’s text, her cheeks flushing red as the loud beeps drew all attention to her. Her boss didn’t stop his presentation though, so Juliet should probably count her blessings.
She hurried out of the meeting into the bright morning sunshine, waving a brief goodbye to her colleagues as she quickly strolled towards her apartment, taking out her phone. “Call me” said the text from Joey.
The thought of spitefully ignoring him seemed attractive, though Juliet quickly dismissed it and pressed number two (Joey had put himself on speed dial, which Lisa had scolded him for), wondering what was on Joey’s mind.
“Hey Jules.” Joey greeted her. “Thanks for calling back so quickly.”
“I was in a meeting when you texted.” Juliet sighed, the irony in his voice obvious.
“Good that I texted then!” Joey joked, though when this evoked only stony silence on Juliet’s part, he continued quickly. “Anyway, Lisa is organising a dinner for next week. Do you think you can come?”
“No.” It was the automatic reply. Juliet didn’t care whether or not it was Joey’s wife she was insulting with her refusal, but Juliet made an effort to avoid parties.
“It’s a dinner.” Joey pointed out, well aware of Juliet’s dislike of parties.
“No way.” Juliet reiterated.
“Even if I say please.” Joey begged.
“No.”
“Come on!” He was practically whining now. “Come. For me?”
Juliet paused, deciding to change her tactic. “Give me one good reason to.”
“I won’t stop calling you until you come?” Joey suggested.
“I’ll turn my phone off.” Juliet replied.
“Because this time my wife will actually believe me when I tell her you’re gay.” Joey’s voice was pleading; Juliet snorted.
“That is a good reason for you as to why I should come, not for me.” She pointed out. “I don’t really see the point in this.” She sighed after a minute. “Why is your wife holding a dinner party?” She demanded after a second, almost in annoyance. Joey gave a noncommittal sound.
“When I asked her those exact questions she said it was important we kept in touch with our friends.”
“So why am I on the guest list?” Juliet demanded. “We keep in touch all the time Joey. Hey, I’ll be surprise if I don’t hear from you again before the end of the day.”
“Point taken, but you don’t spend this much time wasting money talking to Lisa, do you?” Juliet was about to point out there was a good reason for that, but bit her tongue, realising insulting Joey’s wife was probably not the best way to convince him to convince her to take Juliet off the guest list.
“One good reason.” Juliet sighed.
“It’s just you, me, Lisa and some other person she’s invited. So, no crowds.” Joey said, his voice honest.
“And you promise you’ll stop calling me if I come?” Juliet gave in, making Joey woop triumphantly.
“Yes.” Juliet laughed. “That is, until there is something else I need your opinion on.” Joey added after a second of thought.
“There always is.” Juliet sighed, snapping her phone shut. Joey stared at his phone in annoyance; he hated when Juliet did that. He slid the phone into his pocket with growing unease.
Joey had explained to Lisa, several times actually, that trying to match make Juliet was impossible. Lisa had pretended not to hear her husband’s disapproval, setting up a date and then giving Joey that irresistible smile that forced him to invite Juliet. Oh well. Joey slid open his phone to tell Lisa that everything was done. Her giant game of chess was arranged for her to play.
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Juliet
Challenge: Green Tea #2 [Morning], Milk Chocolate #3 [Resolve]
Word Count: 620
Summary: Juliet becomes a chess piece.
Juliet was in a meeting when she got Joey’s text, her cheeks flushing red as the loud beeps drew all attention to her. Her boss didn’t stop his presentation though, so Juliet should probably count her blessings.
She hurried out of the meeting into the bright morning sunshine, waving a brief goodbye to her colleagues as she quickly strolled towards her apartment, taking out her phone. “Call me” said the text from Joey.
The thought of spitefully ignoring him seemed attractive, though Juliet quickly dismissed it and pressed number two (Joey had put himself on speed dial, which Lisa had scolded him for), wondering what was on Joey’s mind.
“Hey Jules.” Joey greeted her. “Thanks for calling back so quickly.”
“I was in a meeting when you texted.” Juliet sighed, the irony in his voice obvious.
“Good that I texted then!” Joey joked, though when this evoked only stony silence on Juliet’s part, he continued quickly. “Anyway, Lisa is organising a dinner for next week. Do you think you can come?”
“No.” It was the automatic reply. Juliet didn’t care whether or not it was Joey’s wife she was insulting with her refusal, but Juliet made an effort to avoid parties.
“It’s a dinner.” Joey pointed out, well aware of Juliet’s dislike of parties.
“No way.” Juliet reiterated.
“Even if I say please.” Joey begged.
“No.”
“Come on!” He was practically whining now. “Come. For me?”
Juliet paused, deciding to change her tactic. “Give me one good reason to.”
“I won’t stop calling you until you come?” Joey suggested.
“I’ll turn my phone off.” Juliet replied.
“Because this time my wife will actually believe me when I tell her you’re gay.” Joey’s voice was pleading; Juliet snorted.
“That is a good reason for you as to why I should come, not for me.” She pointed out. “I don’t really see the point in this.” She sighed after a minute. “Why is your wife holding a dinner party?” She demanded after a second, almost in annoyance. Joey gave a noncommittal sound.
“When I asked her those exact questions she said it was important we kept in touch with our friends.”
“So why am I on the guest list?” Juliet demanded. “We keep in touch all the time Joey. Hey, I’ll be surprise if I don’t hear from you again before the end of the day.”
“Point taken, but you don’t spend this much time wasting money talking to Lisa, do you?” Juliet was about to point out there was a good reason for that, but bit her tongue, realising insulting Joey’s wife was probably not the best way to convince him to convince her to take Juliet off the guest list.
“One good reason.” Juliet sighed.
“It’s just you, me, Lisa and some other person she’s invited. So, no crowds.” Joey said, his voice honest.
“And you promise you’ll stop calling me if I come?” Juliet gave in, making Joey woop triumphantly.
“Yes.” Juliet laughed. “That is, until there is something else I need your opinion on.” Joey added after a second of thought.
“There always is.” Juliet sighed, snapping her phone shut. Joey stared at his phone in annoyance; he hated when Juliet did that. He slid the phone into his pocket with growing unease.
Joey had explained to Lisa, several times actually, that trying to match make Juliet was impossible. Lisa had pretended not to hear her husband’s disapproval, setting up a date and then giving Joey that irresistible smile that forced him to invite Juliet. Oh well. Joey slid open his phone to tell Lisa that everything was done. Her giant game of chess was arranged for her to play.