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The Villain
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Juliet
Challenge: Green Tea #11 [Autumn], Rum Raisin #8 [Friend], Milk Chocolate #2 [Diplomacy]
Word Count: 935
Summary: Joey really was the best friend ever. And Juliet could be very, very stubborn.
Joey walked towards the library, praying to find Juliet there so she could help him. She always helped him with his English, quickly summarising the book before pointing him towards reference points to write the report. Suddenly he caught sight of her reddish brown hair, tied up in her habitual ponytail in front of him.
“Hey, Juliet!” Juliet looked behind her and caught sight of Joey as he jogged to catch up with her. Juliet shared several classes with Joey, most notably however was that she was in the same art class as Joey and often took pity on his inability to draw.
Joey would be lying if her denied having a crush on the attractive young woman, though his roommates pointed out that a girl who had mood swings like Juliet would be an annoying girlfriend, though Joey knew that the real reason she wasn’t his girlfriend was because she’d turned him down on account of her not liking men. Just like Amy.
“Hey Joey.” She greeted him as he fell into step beside her. “How are you?”
“Great.” Joey grinned, the autumnal wind blowing at his thick brown hair, irritating him by swinging it in his eyes. “You?”
Juliet just nodded. “I’m fine.” She told him, brushing her own hair out of her face as it too was tangled by the wind.
“Have you done that essay on English Literature yet?” Joey asked, referring to their English Lit class assignment.
Juliet nodded. “Yep.” Catching sight of Joey’s sheepish expression she laughed. “What is it with you and the inability to read books?” She demanded.
“Let’s turn that around and say what’s it with the world’s inability to read comics?” Joey replied with a flippant grin.
“Perhaps the fact that they suck Joey?” Juliet pointed out, evoking a horrified gasp from Joey.
“You are too cruel!” He mockingly pouted at her, pretending to be heartbroken. Juliet smirked.
“I am.” She agreed. They walked in silence for a minute before Joey titled his head at his friend.
“You seem awfully cheerful.” He pointed out after a second. She just grinned. Now he knew there was something up. “What’s going on?” He demanded.
“Nothing.” Juliet assured him, though her grin convinced him of quite the oppiste.
“What?” Joey asked, perturbed. “Is it about me?”
Juliet scoffed. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know?”
“I know!” Joey said, exasperated. “So why else won’t you tell?”
“You’ll disapprove and burst my bubble.” Juliet replied. Joey narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Is it about Camille?” He asked, eyes darkening. He hated the petite French woman, but Juliet just called him jealous. She didn’t see what Joey had seen, blinded by admiration and a crush on her.
“So what if it is?” Juliet replied, her happy smile not even faltering.
“She’s evil!” Joey stepped in front of Juliet, stopping her from walking and making her look into his eyes. “I promise you Juliet, hand over my heart, hope to die, that she is bad news. The very fact that her and D. went out should caution you! But no, you’re blind.”
Juliet didn’t stop smiling. Perhaps she was drugged. By Camille. That was just something that French woman would do to Juliet. Joey snapped out of his conspiracy theories and just glared at Juliet.
“She asked me on a date.” Juliet said after a long pause, grinning like a dumb puppy.
“And you declined, didn’t you Juliet. You said no way in hell would I go out with a whore like you and stomped off. You’re just smiling because you are excited about reading that English book. Please tell me that’s what’s going on.”
Juliet just smirked. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
“Come on!” Joey snarled, annoyed now. “How can’t you see this, Juliet? She is the villain of this piece! She sleeps around; the fact that she was D.’s booty call should start some alarm bells, but no, just because she has a French accent, which, by the by, I think is fake, and a nice ass you want to go out with her!”
That wiped the smile of Juliet’s face and replace a look of serenity with an inferno of anger. Mood swings; like he said. “Firstly, she’s from France Joey; were you expecting her t sound British? Secondly, Camille is so much deeper than a nice ass. She loves Camus (Have you ever heard of him?) and she and I spoke for hours yesterday because were both reading Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. So, before you go on ranting to me about her vices, let me tell you one thing. I don’t care what you think.” With that she stomped off.
Joey watched her go with a heavy heart. He knew he was right. He knew he should stop her; but he didn’t know how. So perhaps teaching her the lesson the painful way was the one way Joey was trying to avoid, and yet somehow Juliet was ignorant to his protests. Joey turned around, the usual spring in his step gone, back to his dorm room to do that stupid English essay and read the Cliff Notes version of the book. Thanks God for internet summaries.
They weren’t half as fun as Juliet summaries though.
And when, three weeks later he got a sobbing phone call from Juliet at two in the morning, he didn’t even think the words that he should have been goading: I told you so. Instead he listened and held her as she sobbed.
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Juliet
Challenge: Green Tea #11 [Autumn], Rum Raisin #8 [Friend], Milk Chocolate #2 [Diplomacy]
Word Count: 935
Summary: Joey really was the best friend ever. And Juliet could be very, very stubborn.
Joey walked towards the library, praying to find Juliet there so she could help him. She always helped him with his English, quickly summarising the book before pointing him towards reference points to write the report. Suddenly he caught sight of her reddish brown hair, tied up in her habitual ponytail in front of him.
“Hey, Juliet!” Juliet looked behind her and caught sight of Joey as he jogged to catch up with her. Juliet shared several classes with Joey, most notably however was that she was in the same art class as Joey and often took pity on his inability to draw.
Joey would be lying if her denied having a crush on the attractive young woman, though his roommates pointed out that a girl who had mood swings like Juliet would be an annoying girlfriend, though Joey knew that the real reason she wasn’t his girlfriend was because she’d turned him down on account of her not liking men. Just like Amy.
“Hey Joey.” She greeted him as he fell into step beside her. “How are you?”
“Great.” Joey grinned, the autumnal wind blowing at his thick brown hair, irritating him by swinging it in his eyes. “You?”
Juliet just nodded. “I’m fine.” She told him, brushing her own hair out of her face as it too was tangled by the wind.
“Have you done that essay on English Literature yet?” Joey asked, referring to their English Lit class assignment.
Juliet nodded. “Yep.” Catching sight of Joey’s sheepish expression she laughed. “What is it with you and the inability to read books?” She demanded.
“Let’s turn that around and say what’s it with the world’s inability to read comics?” Joey replied with a flippant grin.
“Perhaps the fact that they suck Joey?” Juliet pointed out, evoking a horrified gasp from Joey.
“You are too cruel!” He mockingly pouted at her, pretending to be heartbroken. Juliet smirked.
“I am.” She agreed. They walked in silence for a minute before Joey titled his head at his friend.
“You seem awfully cheerful.” He pointed out after a second. She just grinned. Now he knew there was something up. “What’s going on?” He demanded.
“Nothing.” Juliet assured him, though her grin convinced him of quite the oppiste.
“What?” Joey asked, perturbed. “Is it about me?”
Juliet scoffed. “The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know?”
“I know!” Joey said, exasperated. “So why else won’t you tell?”
“You’ll disapprove and burst my bubble.” Juliet replied. Joey narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Is it about Camille?” He asked, eyes darkening. He hated the petite French woman, but Juliet just called him jealous. She didn’t see what Joey had seen, blinded by admiration and a crush on her.
“So what if it is?” Juliet replied, her happy smile not even faltering.
“She’s evil!” Joey stepped in front of Juliet, stopping her from walking and making her look into his eyes. “I promise you Juliet, hand over my heart, hope to die, that she is bad news. The very fact that her and D. went out should caution you! But no, you’re blind.”
Juliet didn’t stop smiling. Perhaps she was drugged. By Camille. That was just something that French woman would do to Juliet. Joey snapped out of his conspiracy theories and just glared at Juliet.
“She asked me on a date.” Juliet said after a long pause, grinning like a dumb puppy.
“And you declined, didn’t you Juliet. You said no way in hell would I go out with a whore like you and stomped off. You’re just smiling because you are excited about reading that English book. Please tell me that’s what’s going on.”
Juliet just smirked. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
“Come on!” Joey snarled, annoyed now. “How can’t you see this, Juliet? She is the villain of this piece! She sleeps around; the fact that she was D.’s booty call should start some alarm bells, but no, just because she has a French accent, which, by the by, I think is fake, and a nice ass you want to go out with her!”
That wiped the smile of Juliet’s face and replace a look of serenity with an inferno of anger. Mood swings; like he said. “Firstly, she’s from France Joey; were you expecting her t sound British? Secondly, Camille is so much deeper than a nice ass. She loves Camus (Have you ever heard of him?) and she and I spoke for hours yesterday because were both reading Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. So, before you go on ranting to me about her vices, let me tell you one thing. I don’t care what you think.” With that she stomped off.
Joey watched her go with a heavy heart. He knew he was right. He knew he should stop her; but he didn’t know how. So perhaps teaching her the lesson the painful way was the one way Joey was trying to avoid, and yet somehow Juliet was ignorant to his protests. Joey turned around, the usual spring in his step gone, back to his dorm room to do that stupid English essay and read the Cliff Notes version of the book. Thanks God for internet summaries.
They weren’t half as fun as Juliet summaries though.
And when, three weeks later he got a sobbing phone call from Juliet at two in the morning, he didn’t even think the words that he should have been goading: I told you so. Instead he listened and held her as she sobbed.