I like you // I love you // Youāre one of my best friends // Youāre like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // Iād kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // Iām scared of you // I would adopt you // Iād date you // Iād sleep with you // Iād marry you // Iām worried about you // You confuse me // Youāre annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // Iād invite you with me to parties // Iād lend you my money // Iād borrow your money // Youāre good-looking // Iām suspicious of you // Iām hiding something from you // Youāre fun // Youāre boring // Iām upset with you // Youāre nice // Youāre mean // Iām envious of you // Youāre smart // Youāre stupid // I look up to you // I think youāre a better person than me // I think Iām a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish Iād never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
I like you // I love you // Youāre one of my best friends // Youāre like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // Iād kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // Iām scared of you // I would adopt you // Iād date you // Iād sleep with you // Iād marry you // Iām worried about you // You confuse me // Youāre annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // Iād invite you with me to parties // Iād lend you my money // Iād borrow your money // Youāre good-looking // Iām suspicious of you // Iām hiding something from you // Youāre fun // Youāre boring // Iām upset with you // Youāre nice // Youāre mean // Iām envious of you // Youāre smart // Youāre stupid // I look up to you // I think youāre a better person than me // I think Iām a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish Iād never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
Send my character aĀ ā and Iāll bold everything they feel toward your character.
I like you // I love you // Youāre one of my best friends // Youāre like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // Iād kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // Iām scared of you // I would adopt you // Iād date you // Iād sleep with you // Iād marry you // Iām worried about you // You confuse me // Youāre annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // Iād invite you with me to parties // Iād lend you my money // Iād borrow your money // Youāre good-looking // Iām suspicious of you // Iām hiding something from you // Youāre fun // Youāre boring // Iām upset with you // Youāre nice // Youāre mean // Iām envious of you // Youāre smart // Youāre stupid // I look up to you // I think youāre a better person than me // I think Iām a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish Iād never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
JM: grinned when Juliet opened the door, kissing her forehead. "Hey beautiful. I brought you your favorite and gifts! Well, one is for Ophelia but you know." He shrugged, a smile still on his face. "Can I come in?"
Juliet: wrapped an arm around JM's waist leaning into him as he kissed her forhead. She took the coffee from him. "You're so sweet," she told him, taking a step back but catching his hand in hers and pulling him inside the house. "Yes, in, in, out of the cold, please."
JM: quickly knocked on the door to Juliet's. He had her favorite drink from Tim Horton's as well as some doughnuts, as well as her Christmas presents. He probably should have given her some warning that he was coming over, but he figured a little surprise couldn't hurt.the blonde only hoped she would answer soon so he wouldn't freeze to death.
Juliet: ran to the door shortly after Ophelia had called out that someone was knocking from her own idle position on the couch. "You could have gotten in," Juliet commented to her sister as she passed by the couch on her way to answer it, to which the younger girl just shrugged. "Hey," Juliet lit up at the sight of her boyfriend on the doorstep, Tim Horton's in hand.
what? following her eighteenth birthday, julietās parents reveal a secret theyāve been keeping from her.
when? late september (this is late okay sorry)
where? the jacobsā residenceĀ
Life in general hadnāt changed much for Juliet since turning eighteen, not that she had really expected it to. The birthday had come and gone much like any of the seventeen before it. Sheād spent the day with Ruben, a tradition since they were kids and found out they shared the day, and then gotten dinner with her family and JM, the whole day not much different than her seventeenth birthday had been. Her parents had been slightly unsettled by this one, though, a fact that she hadnāt even noticed, too busy with her own happiness to notice that something has been off with them for the past month, like they were holding onto something, biting their tongues and trying to find the best way to spill.Ā
āJules?ā Mr. Jacobs inquired of his eldest daughter softly as she sat reading on the couch one late September afternoon.Ā
Juliet looked up from her book to find both her parents standing over her, looking nervous.Ā āYes?ā she responded, sitting up a little straighter and closing her book. It felt like forever since her parents had looked at her like this, if ever.Ā
Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs sat down across from their daughter. Mrs. Jacobs took her daughterās hand while her husband announced that they needed to talk.
āIs everything okay?ā Juliet questioned, suddenly unsettled herself, and looking around nervously as if the answer would just pop out of her surroundings.Ā āIs it Ophelia or Lysander? Did something happen?ā she asked, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.Ā
āYour brother and sister are fine,ā Mrs Jacob reassured, giving Juliet a small smile.Ā āThis is about you.ā
The girlās eyes widened ever so slightly as she looked at her parents sitting before her so solemnly.Ā āMe?ā she inquired, her eyes darting back and forth between her mother and father.Ā āDid I do something?ā
Mrs. Jacobs gave her daughter another sad smile.Ā āNo, of course not, sweetie. Youāre perfect.ā
āWeāve been trying to decide how to tell you,ā Mr. Jacobs interjected before Juliet could ask anymore questions.Ā āIn fact, we said we were going to tell you on your birthday, but we decided against it at the last minute,ā he rambled a little.Ā
Juliet continued to just look back and forth between her parents as they looked at each other, both seeming to be waiting for the other to say what needed to be said.Ā āWhat is it?āĀ
āJuliet, youāre adopted,ā Mr. Jacobs said finally, following it with a little sigh of relief.Ā
āIs this a joke?ā Juliet questioned, looking again between her parents for some kind of tell that they were just screwing with her. They had to be lying. But then again, theyād never lied to her before, and they werenāt exactly pranksters.Ā āOh my god,ā she managed eventually, her face falling into her hands on her lap.Ā āWhy didnāt you tell me?ā
Mrs. Jacobs gave her daughter another sad smile.Ā āBecause youāre our child, just like Ophelia or Lys and we didnāt want you to feel any differently,ā she responded, a note of desperation in her voice as she hoped that Juliet would understand.Ā āIf we had thought for even a minute you felt out of place and we could have explained, we would have told you everything, but you just always belonged here and we didnāt want to disrupt that.ā
āWeāll answer all your questions,ā Mr. Jacobs interjected.Ā āAny questions you have, anything we know the answer to, weāll tell you. Or if you need space to process, we can do that too. If you donāt want Ophelia and Lysander to know, or if you do. Anything you want.āĀ
It is, but itās not. This is was Iāve been working for my whole life. Itās my dream school. I guess now that itās actually here, I care more than I thought I would.Ā
Me? What? No. You. You are the cutest. Itās a good thing I love you too or this would be so awkward. Make sure you pick out something that brings out my eyes. Is this the only thing weāll do? I feel like weāll have to make at least one Tim Hortons run. Sweet, now itās a party. A Nail painting party. Bribe her with canvas and sketch pads and super awesome acrylic paints. Unless she doesnāt like using acrylic of course.Ā
Are we honestly just gonna defy all logical conversation and continue to argue about how is cuter here? Oh, ha ha. No, itās gonna be pink. I donāt know how pink could bring out your eyes. Okay, we can have a few Tim Hortons runs. One is not enough. God, I have no idea how weāre gonna survive New York. Weāre gonna have to drive back into Canada all the time for Timās. She would love that. You should go with me after school tomorrow to pick out some stuff for her for real.