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[julietdeveraux]

Life was generally easy when you were Juliet Deveraux. There was a lot of random sex and absolutely no relationships to worry about and when things went wrong, there were plenty of friends to be leaned on. Of course, when things went wrong, there weren’t too many people other than friends that actually gave a damn, and sometimes, that was actually a problem. Juliet would never admit that her lifestyle meant that everything could completely fall apart at any moment, though because everything was totally fine right now. Or, it had been until about an hour ago.

One of the bigger downsides that came with her tendency of sleeping around definitely happened to be the fact that she ran a much higher risk of having a pregnancy scare or getting an STD or something. Normally that didn’t much bother her, though. She was on the pill and she also made sure that the guys she slept with also wore protection. Well, most of the time she made sure. There were those occasional times when that didn’t happen which made everything a little bit more stressful. This was one of those times.

It wasn’t her fault, though, really! She’d invited Sam over earlier the last evening because hey—the only reason she even bothered speaking to Sam was because he was her fuck buddy. That was it. In reality, he was actually kind of a douchebag, so there wasn’t even a reason to keep him around for anything else. So, Sam came over, as he always did, because, really, who could resist the thought of a night with Juliet? Anyway, they had their night of fun and, fell asleep, and in the morning, Juliet was greeted with what was probably one of the most unpleasant surprises she’d ever face in her entire life.

Juliet was always up early, puttering around her house by 9 regardless of how she’d spent the previous night. She’d been doing just that in the morning while Sam was still drooling on her nice sheets in her bedroom when she saw the calendar she kept on her kitchen counter. Every month she put a little red dot on the day she received her monthly gift—you know, just to keep track. When it became alarmingly apparent that she was about two weeks late where said gift was concerned, and that was a problem. That was a huge problem.

Shell shocked, Juliet clutched at her calendar and sank down on the floor. There was absolutely no way that she was pregnant—there just wasn’t. Sure, she slept around all the time and Sam was her most frequently used booty call—in fact, lately he’d been her only booty call lately thanks to that stupid bed that she made with him. Dropping her head in her hands, Juliet’s mind reeled at the possibilities. She had been seeing Sam kind of a lot lately and she was two fucking weeks late. Obviously there was just something going on with her body—that was it. Maybe she’d just fucked up the order of her birth control pills. Sometimes that did weird things, right? Maybe she was just plain old late. That was always a possibility, wasn’t it? This was the opposite of how things were supposed to go. Juliet engaged only in no strings attached sex. A pregnancy scare was probably considered some kind of string.

“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled, dropping her calendar on the floor and running into her room, not bothering to check and see whether Sam was awake or not. Her birth control pills were sticking half out of her drawer already and she lunged at them, hoping that she had just messed up the order that she was supposed to take them in or something. Once her freshman year roommate had done that and ended up thinking she was pregnant for a couple weeks—this could be the exact same thing, right? Juliet wasn’t that lucky, though. Everything seemed to be in order. She hadn’t done anything stupid like taken a white pill then a brown one and then another white one the next day. No, this was legitimate—this was a very, very big problem.

In the grips of panic, Juliet ran a hand through her disheveled hair and scurried to the other side of her bed. Obviously she was going to have to wake Sam up and talk to him about all of this, even though she knew it was the absolute last thing Sam was going to want to hear. Maybe she was just dreaming—she would wake up and still be in bed hugging her pillows with a smile on her face.

With as much force as she could muster, Juliet shoved Sam, hoping it would be enough to wake him up. He definitely wouldn’t appreciate being woken up like this to talk about something like this, but it was definitely urgent. “Sam, get up,” she said half to him half to herself. This was probably the biggest she’d ever fucked up in her entire life. Hopefully it was only a scare and everything would end well.

this is tagged to sam aka: emilyyyy <3 & it is complete. i've got about 854 things to say to you. you can find the threads juliet is rocking right too lazy to find a set. she’s wearing boxers and a tank top.. i've got to give a shout to me for graphics while those lyrics up there go to tsweezy, tell me why. oh! i can't forget i have to say; hahahaha silly kids.

[samuele vitale.]

another night, another, another morning, another bed he wasn't all that familiar with. except for lately he was spending plenty of time in juliet's bed. which he couldn't complain about, she wasn't the best fuck he'd ever had but she was always the most convenient, making a best she couldn't fuck levi at all had also gone a long way to getting her all to himself. not that he was all that interested in exclusivity it was kind of the dumbest fucking concept in the world, but he did like having this sort of power of juliet, and quite frankly he kind of looked at her as property. or at least when it came to levi, he hated that fucker, had since day one so what better thing then to be able to keep at least one of the girls levi sort of cared for all locked up away from him. he knew that jules would start fucking levi and no doubt forget about sam, which he wouldn't have minded really had it not been levi doing the stealing. the fucker already adopted sam's little sister as his own and delilah had sure as hell made it clear who her preference was, it was also his beef with juliet, delilah clearly liked her better. delilah liked pretty much anybody more then she liked sam but it seemed like levi, juliet and jayden really took a big share on that market, or they were at least the most antagonistic towards sam about it. he hadn't caught shit from delilah's nerdy little friend or his hot piece of a girlfriend that if she were eighteen he'd totally try to steal out from under the little dweeb and fuck her senseless. not only was she fucking hot but she was always dead quite, he herd her and delilah giggling like idiots a lot of course, but she was always pretty quite, something which was a good quality in all women - unless of course they were moaning his name while he fucked them. that wasn't a trait juliet had, she liked to run her mouth like sam actually cared what she said. much like children women she really just be seen - preferably without any clothes - and not heard. he'd taken his fathers fairly traditional views to a whole new extreme.

most girls were pretty easily swayed to that school of thought, he didn't care that he was an asshole to get some of them to act like that he was just happy that they shut up and put their mouth to good use attaching themselves to his dick. something he'd never ever been able to convince juliet to do and he had to admit it was beginning to wear on his nerves but he also had to admire the girls tenacity, for a minute until he was back to the whole, she needed to learn to do what she was told. call him a fucking misogynist or a woman hater, he didn't care. there wasn't much he really did care about. he was content moving through his life the way his was now, piddling around school, spending his considerable trust fund as well as the rapidly increasing income his father's unknown business and his mothers fruity - but booming - interior design company brought the whitlock family. his life right now consisted of drinking, drugs and fucking whatever girl he decided was good enough to put his dick in. it was a pretty carefree lifestyle that his sister shook her head at all the time, constantly trying to encourage to do a little more with his life or be a little more discretionary with his bedfellows but it was about that time he'd tll her to go shut up and more recently "shut up and stuff jayden's dick in your mouth, cus we both know that's what you'd rather be doing." he'd see the hurt in her eyes and she was normally off too quickly for him to notice or muster up enough remorse for the girl. he probably shouldn't have been encouraging his sister to be fucking her boyfriend or sucking him off, but he knew for a fact they already were, no matter how much dels and jayden tried to deny it, he knew they were. delilah had been hot for that kid since day fucking one, they'd been sneaking around behind sam and delilah's dad he had no doubts they were fucking like rabbits. so he'd taken to comments like that and calling her a slut pretty freely.

something that her foresaw having to stop soon, not because he actually cared it might have offended her but because this fucking bet he'd started seemed to be backfiring. juliet had been spending most nights with sam and while same would usually fuck her and leave there were nights like these where he'd just crash at her place, however his sexual escapades weren't in question here. juliet wasn't allowed to fuck levi and he'd had faith that she wouldn't be able to do it, as the time had been progressing he was pretty sure she was going to actually fucking make it. which pissed him off. yeah, he didn't want levi's filthy hands all over her, but he also didn't want to get beat by her, he'd never fucking live that bullshit down. he was trying to ignore it though, trying to focus on the pretty commitment free aspects of his life, the no strings lifestyle he had was pretty great. something he intended to keep up on even if his regular encounters with and the possessiveness he felt over juliet made the lines blur every once and awhile. he felt the bed next to him shift again and back in his sleepy mind her heard a snarky voice like fucking clockwork. he rolled over burying his face deep in the pillow, and returning to his deep sleep, he'd probably sleep until about eleven, try to get a morning fuck out of her and head back to his house before noon unless he took a shower here, which he normally tried to convince her to take with him and then he'd be on his merry way, going back home to rest up for another night at the club where he might end up coming home with her again or finding another girl or two to waste his night with.

halfway through his mighty enjoyable dream he felt a hard shove to his said and juliet's voice, which he hadn't realized until that moment was so fucking grating. groaning he rolled over pushing himself up on an elbow, "there is only one good thing you can be doing with your mouth this fucking early and i'm giving you a fucking hint it's not talking. what the fuck do you want?" he snapped, blink his sleep heavy eyes and staring up at herm she looked kind of upset but he didn't really fucking care, the bitch was ruining his fucking sleep and that was all that married at this point, "go the fuck on and spit it out so i can go back to fucking sleep," he grumbled staring at her like she was losing her fucking mind, sam was always pretty grumpy cheerful was not his operative setting and he didn't fucking care that it wasn't and it tended to rub some people the wrong way and again he didn't fucking care, there were a few things sacred to him delilah (surprisingly), his food, sex, and his sleep. sleep was a rare commodity for him and right now she was fucking it up royally. his patience for juliet only really ran as long as it took for her to get her clothes off and her on his dick, anything talk further then that and he kind of wanted to tape her mouth shut but he was like that with most girls.

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this post here is dedicated to nataliiiiiiiiiiiiie and it's complete. pretty much i've got about 1320 things to say to you. credits go to lizzie for being so fucking kick ass at everything! those lyrics up there belong to band of skulls from their amazing song; light of the morning, but right now i'm rocking out to a band of skulls/kings of leon medley. oh, i can't forget to say; fail on me for making you wait for-fucking-ever. sorry this sucks so hard.

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[julietdeveraux]

Juliet knew she should have been expecting Sam to react that way—it was so like him. He didn’t give a shit about anybody else except for himself—not his little sister, not his friends (if he even had any) and definitely not the girls he slept with. Most of the time, Juliet found herself pretty baffled as to why she put up with his misogynistic, douchebag ways, but in the end she always remembered it had to be because he was a good fuck. Maybe it was kind of a slutty thing to say, but then again, Juliet was kind of a slutty person and she definitely didn’t like to pretend otherwise. She didn’t mind it—if she minded it, she’d do something about it to change her ways. Of course, it was really very possible that after this little debacle she’d be forced to change her ways, despite the fact that she didn’t particularly want to. Until now, she’d been enjoying living her life to the fullest—partying every night, going home with a random guy, or, as she had been doing more recently, with Sam. It was kind of weird how that happened. Even if she wasn’t allowed to fuck Levi, she could still sleep with other guys. In the end, it was most likely the fact that every single time Juliet saw Sam, she had the pleasure of rubbing the fact that she hadn’t slept with Levi yet in his face. It definitely pissed Sam off, which happened to be one of her favorite things to do. It was kind of a bitchy pastime, but it wasn’t like Sam didn’t deserve it. Plus, angry sex with Sam was the best kind of sex—not that she and Sam had really ever done anything else. He was always kind of angry and Juliet was pretty certain that she didn’t really help too much when it came to that. If anything, she definitely made it worse.

That wasn’t the issue right now, though. The issue right now was much larger than the fact that Sam was a total dick and Juliet antagonized him to no end simply because it was entertaining and because he deserved it. The mere possibility that she could be carrying a baby made her mind reel in the worst way. The idea that that baby would be Sam’s practically made her sick. There were so many problems with that, it wasn’t even funny. First of all, Juliet was in no way, shape or form ready to be a mother. She was only twenty, still in school and had big dreams for herself. Though, she supposed she only had to worry about that if she decided to keep it—the “a word” was always a possibility, but Juliet definitely didn’t want to go there right now. Anyway, other problems included the fact that Sam wouldn’t help her out at all if she was pregnant. No, she was pretty certain he’d leave without batting an eyelash and leave Juliet to figure out what she was going to do on her own. To be honest, she wouldn’t even be surprised if he ran out of her apartment after she told him that her period was late. If this had to happen to her, really, couldn’t it have happened with someone who wasn’t such a complete douchebag? It would have been so much easier if Levi had a chance of being the father, which he didn’t. Juliet was kind of surprised that she’d been able to make it this far through the bet, though it did help that Levi knew about it and was very careful about what kind of stuff they did together so she wouldn’t lose. He definitely didn’t want Juliet’s mouth all over Sam’s dick, which any other day would have been kind of funny, just because Levi and Sam’s rivalry or whatever was always kind of funny. Today, nothing was really that funny.

“Could you not be a douchebag for like, ten seconds, please?” she asked, already feeling exasperated by the conversation and it hadn’t even really started yet. Juliet wondered how pissed off she was going to be feeling once she told Sam what was wrong. He’d probably call her a slut a couple times and tell her that there was no way that he was the only one she had been sleeping with in the last couple of weeks. Once she convinced him that he actually had been the only one she’d fucked, he’d run his mouth about birth control and how obviously she hadn’t heard of it. She’d then show him the little package of birth control pills that she was on and then he’d come up with some excuse for how he wasn’t at all responsible for this and why, if she was pregnant, he wouldn’t be helping her or taking care of the kid if she kept it. Juliet expected absolutely nothing less than that from Sam once she figured out how she was going to break this to him. Hey, maybe if she got lucky he’d have some kind of epiphany and wouldn’t be such a raging dick. Of course, the chances of that happening were about as good as Juliet’s chances of winning the lottery.

Frustrated by the entire situation, Juliet buried her head in her hands for a moment, contemplating what would be the best way to tell him that it was pretty possible that she was pregnant with his kid. Juliet didn’t even want to think about what Delilah would think or whether she’d ever talk to Jules again after this. It was like the universe was saying, “Ha, this is what you get for fucking your best friend’s brother,” and needless to say, she really hated it. Fuck the universe—she’d get back at it someday for this bullshit. Well, that was, after she calmed down and figured out what the hell was really going on. Her mind had already run through all the worst case scenarios—it was always possible that she wasn’t pregnant and that this was just a scare, but Juliet definitely didn’t want to count her chickens before they hatched. That was just too damn dangerous.

When she thought she was ready to say what needed to be said, Juliet lifted her head, bit her lip and took a deep breath. This was going to be really difficult, no thanks to Sam. “My period is two weeks late,”

she started tentatively, watching Sam’s face carefully for a reaction. “You’re the only one I’ve slept with in the last couple of weeks… Sam, I could be pregnant, and if I am, it’s yours.”[/color] He definitely wouldn’t like hearing that—he probably wouldn’t like hearing that even more than she did. It was pretty clear that the last thing either of them wanted was a kid, especially with each other. As much as Juliet didn’t really want Sam around, though, she was going to make sure he stuck around if she did have a bun in the oven because that was just how the world worked. If he was going to get her knocked up, he’d have to take responsibility for it.

this is tagged to sam aka: emilyyyy <3 & it is complete. i've got about 1,200 things to say to you. you can find the threads juliet is rocking right too lazy to find a set. she’s wearing boxers and a tank top.. i've got to give a shout to me for graphics while those lyrics up there go to tsweezy, tell me why. oh! i can't forget i have to say; no worries! i probably should have warned you that i'm going to be a speed replier because i have nothing else to do out here in the woods. hahaha.

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[samuele vitale.]

this was not how sam liked to spend his mornings, woken up too long before he was ready by some whiney bitch, especially by juliet... they both knew that they were probably one of each other's least favorite people, she ranked higher then jayden and leviticus for sure, but he knew that if they weren't having sex there wasn't much of the time they ever actually got along. which he was fine with, there were very few people he legit called his friend, gabriel was on of them but lately the relationship with his psuedo-cousin was beginning to crumble all leading back to the way he treated delilah - something he still saw no fault in, maybe he shouldn't have called her a slut, but what0fucking-ever, if she was she was. juliet was her best friend and a total whore and she had no bones in admitting it, one would think the delilah would be able to follow the example juliet was setting a little more fully. nobody liked a shady hypocritical bitch. honestly if he liked anything about juliet apart from her body and the sex that would be what he liked, her open-ness. her i don't care what the fuck you think of me attitude, she didn't hide the fact she was a slut, nor did she condemn the other girls for being sluts while she fucked some guy in the bathroom. it was a refreshing change to know where you stood with a girl. half the time he kind of wanted to slap her every time she pulled her mouthing off bullshit on him but he just saved the anger of her calling him an asshole or telling him and channeled it into a more useful outlet, that was, fucking her brains out. maybe he was too rough sometimes but she never complained, half the time he felt like she pissed him off on purpose, which served to just pissed him off all the more and th cycle continued.

it was safe to say his uber thin patience with juliet was wearing a little thin as she so rudely jolted him awake for seeming no reason, her place wasn't on fire, she didn't look like she was bleeding to death, or swallowed bleach, it didn't sound like the cops were there and about to break down the fucking door so she needed to chill the fuck out and just let him go back to bed. he smirked at her words and almost rolled his eyes, fuck she knew how to exaggerate. one, two, three, four... he began counting, grinning as he saw the irritation really flare up over her pale face. yeah, he was an asshole, but she never seemed to tired of it, it's not like there was anything saying she had to be friends with him, nothing saying she had to call him because she was horny. time and time again he'd point it out to here and she still kept crawling back, so, what did that say abut her? yeah he was a fuckshit, but she was the one that kept coming back to no matter what, she'd talk big about how she wad going to stop fucking him but she never did. frankly, he thought she forfeited the right to get her feelings hurt when he was an asshole to her.

with her statement and well as how upset she had looked he knew where she was going before she even finished, yeah, she was pregnant, that fucking sucked for her. sam was far from the picture of responsibility but there were a few things he took serious, like making sure when he was fucking someone that he always had a condom, some guys complained about the way it felt, that the feeling really got lost with the thin latex in place but it was a whole fuck of a lot better then having a shitty baby struggling in your arms and screaming all the time. fuck no was it time for him to be a dad, he could hardly take care fo himself, be nice to his little sister's - though he'd vehemently deny any kind of asshole behavior to the girls - there was no way he was ready to be happy, bouncy daddy - fuck that shit. there had been more then a couple times he'd had a girl try to say she was pregnant to get him to stick around, or just because they were so fucked up all the time they weren't sure who their kids dad was and little known fact he'd already been through two paternity tests something he'd kept from everyone. delilah would run with that shit and fuck, if you told one person in this town suddenly everyone knew. sure, it wouldn't come as a surprise to people but that didn't mean he wanted his business all over the place. if his parent's found out, he'd be dead. he'd be under the same lockdown as his sister was when it came to interactions of the opposite sex, excepting of course her two best friends, one of which she was fucking and the other probably didn't know what to do with his penis. sam was the guy who knew how to use his dick, but it wasn't getting him in shit like this. he shook his head at juliet, the fuck it is. he said properly sitting up in her bed, i'm fucking careful, jules, you are not putting this shit on me. he actually managed a harsh, bitter chuckle, this is your fuck up and i think we both know there is more then one possibility for a dad. of course it only took five minutes to get pregnant but he knew that if she was missing her period now they had bout for weeks to work with since she'd actually gotten knocked up, yeah the last two weeks she'd pretty much only been with him but the other two, who the fuck knew how many guys she had been fucking.

neither of them were ready to be parents, neither of them were ready to be parents with each other, let's just be real, here. the only thing they had going was sex. that was it. there were no fuzzy feelings between the two of them, no sentimentality, and since most of the time he felt like hitting her and there were times he knew she wanted to hold a pillow over his face as he slept, trying to raise a kid together just wasn't going to work. it especially wasn't going to work, because it was not his kid. no fucking way, it was his kid. this is just not happened jules, he said getting out of the bed and reaching for the boxers on the floor and pulling them on and grabbing for his shirt and throwing it on to before he pinched the bridge of his nose, no, we've never had sex without a condom, it's never broken, hasn't broken in your stupid fucking two week timeline, this isn't mine.

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this post here is dedicated to nataliiiiiiiiiiiiie and it's complete. pretty much i've got about 1179 things to say to you. credits go to lizzie for being so fucking kick ass at everything! those lyrics up there belong to band of skulls from their amazing song; light of the morning, but right now i'm rocking out to a band of skulls/kings of leon medley. oh, i can't forget to say; shit shit shit shittty. :/ sorry.

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[julietdeveraux]

This was essentially the exact situation that Juliet had played over in her head about a minute before hand. Sam was so fucking predictable—it would have been funny at any other moment in time. That was the thing about guys that hated women—maybe they were total fuckwads, but at least they were completely, one hundred percent predictable. Once you knew how they functioned, it was easy to piss them off or get what you wanted out of them and Juliet happened to be the queen of manipulating guys. Well, most of the time, she was, anyway. It was a little more difficult to manipulate a total douchebag into sticking around when a possible pregnancy was involved. Naturally Sam thought this was all her fault—she was fucking someone without protection, or she was just negligent in some way that was only her fault. That didn’t happen to be the case, actually. Juliet had been sitting on the fact that a couple weeks before, she’d discovered a hole in the condom she and Sam had just used about an hour before hand. She’d neglected to say anything about it to anybody only because she was positive that it wasn’t that big a deal. She was on fucking birth control—wasn’t that supposed to be 99% effective? Of course this would be the one percent of the time that it didn’t fucking work. Apparently the Karmic Universe didn’t like it when girls slept around with a lot of random guys. Well, fuck that.

Sam was already busy antagonizing her, despite the fact that he’d only been awake for about three minutes and it was clear that Juliet was upset. He didn’t give a shit about her, though. He didn’t give a shit whether she was pregnant or not, whether he was the father or not, as long as it didn’t mean that he had to stick around to help her out. Juliet had absolutely no idea what she’d do if she was actually pregnant and his shitty attitude definitely wasn’t helping anything at all. “Come the fuck on, Sam. Be serious.” Clearly he thought this was all a hilarious joke. Haha, look at Juliet, she fucked up so badly this time and she actually expects me to help her out! It really made her want to punch him in the face or kick him in the balls, but she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. Juliet wasn’t strong enough to punch him and while she could probably hurt him if she kicked him in the crotch, there was absolutely no way Sam would let her get away with that. Maybe he wouldn’t hit his sisters, but Juliet didn’t really put smacking a girl past him. She really wouldn’t have been shocked if he slapped her in the face one day while she was busy pissing him off.

Juliet could feel the panic building in her stomach and the corresponding tears starting to well up in her eyes. She didn’t want to fucking cry in front of Sam—he’d probably never let her live it down—but it was becoming inevitable. This wasn’t something that had ever happened to her and she really didn’t know how to handle it. It definitely wasn’t a good feeling. Juliet usually knew how to handle herself in every situation. She was pretty carefree and it made it really easy to get through tougher times. A pregnancy scare was far worse than anything she’d ever dealt with before and frankly, it terrified her. What was she supposed to do?

It was going to be difficult to convince Sam that he was the only possible father—even Juliet didn’t know that for sure. He was, however, the only person she’d slept with lately whose condom had apparently torn mid coitus and he was the guy Juliet had slept with the most in the last month. Quickly, Juliet wiped the impending tears from her eyes and sniffled slightly, running a hand through her hair. Everything was going to be fine, right? She could have just been jumping to conclusions. It was possible that she wasn’t pregnant after all and this wasn’t even a problem at all. Of course, it really seemed more possible that she was pregnant and that this was a huge problem. “Fuck you, Sam,” she snapped, glaring at him, waiting for the inevitable ‘too late for that,’ snarky remark that was sure to come. How was she supposed to get through to him when he was being so fucking stubborn? She supposed she could always threaten to tell his parents—Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock were like Juliet’s second set of parents. Sure, they’d probably stop liking her as much as they did if she told them she was sleeping with their son, but hey, maybe they’d lay down the law if they knew that Sam had knocked a girl up. That was the only way she’d ever get him to help her out with the kid, but it didn’t really seem like a great idea. Juliet could find a way out of this without blackmailing Sam or something like that.

“How the fuck do you know if the condoms haven’t ever broken?”

She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to tell him that she’d been keeping something as big as a broken condom from him. Though, in her defense, Juliet figured that Sam wouldn’t give two shits if she’d told him—he didn’t give a shit about anything at all. “Because one did break. A couple weeks ago. I just didn’t fucking tell you because I knew you wouldn’t fucking give a shit.”[/color] She was yelling at him now, unable to control herself. Sam pissed her off more than she could possibly put into words normally. The fact that he wasn’t being at all sympathetic, if not worse than he normally was, right now, made her absolutely crazy.

Standing from her bed, Juliet marched herself to stand in front of her door, folding her arms across the chest. She may have been kind of a teary mess, but she wasn’t letting Sam leave before they’d worked this out. Though, that kind of sounded like Sam was going to be there forever. He wasn’t exactly great at working things out with other people. “Look, it’s fucking yours, if it even fucking exists. And if it does, we have to talk about it, whether you like it or not.”

this is tagged to sam aka: emilyyyy <3 & it is complete. i've got about 1073 things to say to you. you can find the threads juliet is rocking right too lazy to find a set. she’s wearing boxers and a tank top.. i've got to give a shout to me for graphics while those lyrics up there go to tsweezy, tell me why. oh! i can't forget i have to say; aw it was fineeee. this is shit, though, sorry. <3

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