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My Dear Juliet (3) – Story

Picture of Viola but with blue eyes.
Love,
Joslyn Miller
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Juliet’s P.o.v.
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In the morning Edger had made pancakes that smelled delicious.

‘Yum.’ I sigh after my first bite of my chocolate chip pancakes.

‘If I make this for you every morning maybe you wouldn’t be skin and bones.’ he laughs piling bacon and sausage on my plate as well.

‘I wouldn’t mind that.’ I shrug as we all laugh.

‘Do I smell pancakes?’ Dad asks walking into the kitchen.

‘Yes, Sir.’ My brother says washing his dish in the sink.

‘Thanks’ my dad mumbles when I hand him a plate.

‘So do we get to go tonight?’ I ask excitedly. Today was Saturday and tonight dad was planning on taking us to Portland, Maine, of course, to a fancy dinner party where he was officially releasing his most recent book called ‘Drunk Dreams’. Which was a fiction story about a man who was an alcoholic who quits and becomes one of the most successful people in the U.S.. Dad sighed and smiled,

‘Of course.’

‘Yes!’ Viola smiles. The only reason she was this happy was because one of dad’s best friend’s son was going to be there. Johnathan was Viola’s age and very andsome. Edger was excited because of his friends were going and I was excited to go because… well I just liked to go! I sighed and sunk down into my chair in total contentment.

That night, an hour before we left my sister and I got in our nice dresses. Mine was purple thant came to my knees with thick straps and a perfect bow in the back. Viola’s was white with a crossed print with different colors, with no straps. My hair was let down with a little sparkly pin in it and my sisters was also down and wavy.

We drove the thirty minutes it took to get to Portland and I was the first to step out of the car looking up at the very fancy hotel. I followed my father into the hotel and they brought us into a conference room which was filled with people dressed nicely mingling. There was a large poster that was the cover of the book my dad wrote and I felt proud when I looked at it. My siblings went off to find their friends and my father had started mingling as well. I found myself at the table that was filled with fancy food. I picked up a cracker and ate it. But when I turned around Asher was standing in front of me.

I was stunned, why was he here… at my dads party… wearing a suit? I was so stunned I started to walk away for some reason.

‘Hey,’ he chuckles grabbing my hand making me turn around.

‘Hi.’ I say quickly.

‘I didn’t know this was your dad.’ Asher says smiling.

‘Yeah,’ I say nodding slowly. ‘And why are you here?’

‘Well my aunt is a writer and I guess your dad met her at the store yesterday and invited her here and my aunt dragged me along.’ He gave me a shrug.

‘Who is your aunt?’

‘Margret Peterson Haddix.’

‘W-WHAT?!’ I asked stunned again. Margret Peterson Haddix was my favorite modern author in the world and the fact that she was here made me shocked.

‘Yeah I get that alot when I tell people who she is. That or they don’t know who she is.’

‘I-I definitely know who she is.’ I say still in disbelief.

‘You want to meet her?’ he asks.

‘I would love to meet her.’ I smile at him. He placed his hand on the small of my back and lead me to where she was standing talking to another woman.

‘Auntie?’ Asher asks.

‘Excuse me.’ she smiles to the woman and turns to look at me. ‘And who would this be, Asher?’

‘Margret this is Juliet, Walters daughter, Juliet this is Margret, my aunt.’ he smiled. She held out her hand and I shook it. I was so nervous yet so excited. ‘she is a big fan of yours.’

‘Really?’ she gives me a million dollar smile.

‘Yeah, my favorite book is Double Identity.’ I tell her.

‘I’m glad you like my work.’ she said before excusing herself to go talk to another person, leaving me and Asher alone.

‘I can’t believe that’s your aunt.’ I say. ‘Wait, where is your parents?’

‘Well,’ he says leading me to the tables and chairs where we sat down. ‘My dad left when I was little and my mom was a mess, she became an alcoholic and smoked, all the time. I loved books but my mom thought they were for smart people and wouldn’t let me read them because she always said I was stupid, though I think it was because I looked a lot like my father and that’s why she hated me. Any way, Child Services found out the ‘bad environment’ I was living in and I soon got adopted by Margret. I’ve never have been able to call her my mom but I always call her my aunt.’ he tells me.

‘Oh’ I nod awkwardly.

‘Yeah,’ he says looking down at his hands that were fidgeting on top of the table as he spoke.

‘Well if it helps any,’ I say placing my hands on top of his which made him look up at me. ‘My mom died when I was three…’

‘But at least you have a dad. My dad left.’

‘I guess that’s true but I bet that he still loves you.’

‘Sure.’ he rolls his eyes. I felt sympathy for him so I slipped my hand in his. I don’t know why it was so easy to talk to him about my past but I felt like we were the same in a way. He just gave me a little smile and I could tell if we continued this conversation any longer it would bring him to tears. MY dad tapped his glass in front of the podium. We all listened as he gave his speech thanking his family and friends for the support and so on. At the end of the night, I awkwardly stood in front of Asher.

‘So…’ I say looking around us and the almost empty room. ‘thanks for letting me meet your aunt.’

‘Well you will be seeing more of her probably.’

‘Why?’ I ask hoping he would maybe ask me out.

‘Um, the project. We will have to do it after school some.’ he says making me have a feeling of let down.

‘Um, yeah, of course.’ I trip over the words.

‘So goodbye.’ he tells me.

‘Bye.’ I give him a smile before turning away but he took my hand and pulled me into a big hug. I wrapped my arms around him feeling more comfortable. Before pulling away I kissed his cheek lightly and he smiled.

‘Bye Juliet.’

‘Bye Asher.’ I smile and turn away realizing that everyone had left the room and the only sound was the clicking of my black heals as I walked away from Asher. All the way home I couldn’t help but think about how great Asher looked in his suit. I went to my roomed to find another envelope laying on my pillow with my name written on the cover. ‘JULIET.’ I slowly opened it not knowing what to expect.

My Dear Juliet,

You looked beautiful tonight. But you look beautiful everyday, just like your mother. But someone else found you beautiful as well,
Asher
Aw, isn’t that so cute, a little high school crush.
But my dear, watch your back and know who really loves you.
Love,
Your Romeo

My blonde boiled. Who the heck was this Romeo and how does he know me? How does he know my mother? How does he know about Asher? How does he know my feelings? And how the heck can he see me all the time?!
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