I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d 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, juliet’s parents reveal a secret they’ve been keeping from her.
when? late september (this is late okay sorry)
where? the jacobs’ residence
Life in general hadn’t 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. She’d 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 hadn’t 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.
“Jules?” Mr. Jacobs inquired of his eldest daughter softly as she sat reading on the couch one late September afternoon.
Juliet looked up from her book to find both her parents standing over her, looking nervous. “Yes?” 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.
Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs sat down across from their daughter. Mrs. Jacobs took her daughter’s hand while her husband announced that they needed to talk.
“Is everything okay?” Juliet questioned, suddenly unsettled herself, and looking around nervously as if the answer would just pop out of her surroundings. “Is it Ophelia or Lysander? Did something happen?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.
“Your brother and sister are fine,” Mrs Jacob reassured, giving Juliet a small smile. “This is about you.”
The girl’s eyes widened ever so slightly as she looked at her parents sitting before her so solemnly. “Me?” she inquired, her eyes darting back and forth between her mother and father. “Did I do something?”
Mrs. Jacobs gave her daughter another sad smile. “No, of course not, sweetie. You’re perfect.”
“We’ve been trying to decide how to tell you,” Mr. Jacobs interjected before Juliet could ask anymore questions. “In fact, we said we were going to tell you on your birthday, but we decided against it at the last minute,” he rambled a little.
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. “What is it?”
“Juliet, you’re adopted,” Mr. Jacobs said finally, following it with a little sigh of relief.
“Is this a joke?” 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, they’d never lied to her before, and they weren’t exactly pranksters. “Oh my god,” she managed eventually, her face falling into her hands on her lap. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mrs. Jacobs gave her daughter another sad smile. “Because you’re our child, just like Ophelia or Lys and we didn’t want you to feel any differently,” she responded, a note of desperation in her voice as she hoped that Juliet would understand. “If 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 didn’t want to disrupt that.”
“We’ll answer all your questions,” Mr. Jacobs interjected. “Any questions you have, anything we know the answer to, we’ll tell you. Or if you need space to process, we can do that too. If you don’t want Ophelia and Lysander to know, or if you do. Anything you want.”
It is, but it’s not. This is was I’ve been working for my whole life. It’s my dream school. I guess now that it’s actually here, I care more than I thought I would.
Me? What? No. You. You are the cutest. It’s 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 we’ll do? I feel like we’ll have to make at least one Tim Hortons run. Sweet, now it’s a party. A Nail painting party. Bribe her with canvas and sketch pads and super awesome acrylic paints. Unless she doesn’t like using acrylic of course.
Are we honestly just gonna defy all logical conversation and continue to argue about how is cuter here? Oh, ha ha. No, it’s gonna be pink. I don’t 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 we’re gonna survive New York. We’re gonna have to drive back into Canada all the time for Tim’s. She would love that. You should go with me after school tomorrow to pick out some stuff for her for real.
