#rue jules

[ruxbennett]

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[semash]

lowkey disappointed it wasn’t as romantic as i thought it’d be💜🕊

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Rules 🤩

[lindodemais]

‪eufórico ✨✨‬

[letsgetscrewed123]

Halloween night

Jules really didnt mean to get this drunk. She had no intention of snubbing Rue or being messy but she just couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't turn off her mind or erase thoughts of Nate Jacobs fucking up her life, implicating her in more crimes. It's making what should be a good night full of ogling Rue in a suit and being amused by Lexi's Bob Ross costume, and enjoying Kat's party impossible. So when they get to Kat's party she starts drinking almost immediately.

The tequila is a blessing, she didnt mean to have so much but dam she loves the way it makes her feel. Relishes the feeling of her bad thoughts being erased and replaced by the impulse to dance. One minute she's thinking of being complicit in a crime and the next she's thinking about how pretty and poetic all the lights are. Every time she has a thought she doesn't want crossing her mind she takes a shot or a swig and its gone.

She thinks of Rue, brushing off her rejection at the beginning of the night and takes a shot. She thinks of the nudes they had had so much fun taking, how that memory is tainted by Nate. How now when she thinks of those nudes she thinks of how he lords them over her. She tosses back another drink. Thinks about how he knows where she lives, downs another shot. Wonders when he'll try to threaten her next, blackmail her. What else he'll make her do. Wonders when he'll start going after the people that she loves, wonders when he'll start going after Rue.

She downs shots in between invasive thoughts. Looks at Rue and knows how drunk she's getting, feels it, regrets it, but God help her she just wants to forget. Wants to drown out her thoughts the only way she can think to. Rue would understand, wanting just two seconds of silence, of your brain not constantly screaming at you, showing you new things to fear. When she's drunk she's not thinking of Nate or Rue's sobriety, or how close she's getting to Rue, how fast, how much power that gives her over her, how much power nate has over her, she's thinking about dancing. She glances at Rue and thinks of dancing with her. She wants to pull her close, move in tandem with her, she wants to have fun. She glances away and time shifts, and Rue's gone. She gets tired of dancing alone, starts to miss Rue. She wants to fulfill that fantasy, wants to be close enough to touch Rue's smile, to hear her laugh and sing in her ears.

-~-

She searches for Rue, wonders idly when she left, how she let her get away from her. Longs to be in her presence, she thinks she'd like that kiss now. She walks through the halls her trusty forgetting serum clutched in her hand. Pretends her and Rue are playing hide and seek and she's it, anticipates finding her, thinks she'll claim that kiss as her prize and then they can go back to the party, start dancing, close. She wanders outside, passes by lit shrubbery and partygoers, hoping to catch Rue's face in one of them. She gets distracted by the lights of the pool. She wants to find Rue she really does, but the pool is just so pretty, it lures her like a sirens song. She didn't mean to get as close as she did but then she's inside, surrounded by blue, and the world goes quiet. To her this is even better than the tequila, she thinks about how much Rue would love this. This aquatic silence, this private little world, a slice of time all to herself, and almost as if by magic Rue appears.

She's crouching by the pool, staring at her. She looks good in the blue and red lights, in her suit, asking Jules what she's doing. She likes hearing her voice, likes the way she says her name. It scares her how much she's into Rue, the last time she gave someone that much power over her, well, it was Nate and the time before that it was her mom. Its dangerous, like she's covered in oil and playing with sparklers.

Her and Rue are a Shakespearean play, a tragic poetry, so Jules starts to recite some. It's her way of telling Rue what she's feeling without actually having to say it. Without having to tell her that she loves her but she worries that their love is dangerous, knows that it is, worries that she can't handle it. Its part of the reason she dressed as Juliet tonight, a soft expression of worry.

Theirs is an ill advised love affair and very well could end in Rue's death and Jules can't handle losing her like she lost her mom. Hates the thought of it, but all those thoughts are blunted and clouded by tequila and they slip from her mind when Rue's brow furrows. Her voice is softer as she gets closer, she whispers her name and it sounds so sweet coming out of her mouth. Her face is so serious. Jules thinks she might have the remedy for that. She holds her hand, plays with her lapel, she grasps it, grips it tight, pulls her in. She barely hears the exclaimed Jules, barely hears Rue shout her name. She feels good surrounded by the cool water, wants Rue to feel good too. She pulls her in and it's slow and sluggish. She cups Rue's face and kisses her deep. Its another thing that makes the world go quiet, if only for a moment.

Then Rue is pulling away and they're coming up for air. Jules giggles, she's pleased with herself. She chokes a bit on pool water, watches as Rue leaves. She's sad when Rue gets out, can barely get out a weak protest. She only manages a little "aw" in response. She wonders why Rue keeps leaving her.

-~-

Eventually she goes to look for Rue again but she can't focus on that, can't focus on much of anything except the beat of the music and the prospect of more alcohol. She grabs another bottle, goes to the dance floor, loses herself in the music, assimilates into the crowd of writhing bodies. She feels at one with them. She melts into the ebb and flow of the crowd. If the tequila hadnt been working, her problems would have fallen away with the ebb and flow of the music. The spell is broken by Lexi rushing past. It reminds Jules of the task at hand. In the back of her mind Jules knows that where Rue is Lexi is sure to follow. She's moving before she even thinks to, like her limbs are in control instead of her mind, her body overrunning her once again. For once she's glad for it, because it leads her to Rue.

She finds her outside with Lexi, upset. She doesn't like Rue upset, she hates seeing her cry so she does the only thing she can think of, she wraps her in her arms, asks her what's wrong.

Rue wants to leave, it's the first time in what seems like forever that she's finally been able to let loose, to be free of worry and Rue wants to leave. Jules wants to stay, to remain in this safe haven of time stopping pools and mind erasing nectar. She thinks maybe it's just cause Rue hasn't been with her, hasn't danced with her. She could show her a good time if only she'd let her. "It's just cause you're not dancing with me" she says, but Rue's not having it, she's not listening.

Jules can't go back, going back means down time and down time means she'll get bored and boring means time to think and time to think means time to remember all the things she's been desperately trying to forget all night. Its then that Jules decides, she's not leaving, it doesn't matter what happens, she can't. She retreats back into the safety of the party, thinks to herself that Rue and Lexi can do whatever they want. She should have known that Rue would want to stay with her, would come for her.

When she stalks off Rue comes after her. After all where Jules goes Rue is sure to follow. It's a stark contrast to the beginning of the night. Now its Rue thats following Jules around, although she's a bit more focused on her efforts and her main goal is trying to sober her up. Soon her bottle is gone, and Rue is talking to her by the sink, trying to get her to drink the water she's poured her. Time is passing so quickly, moving like water and she can't grab ahold of it.

Then she sees him. She sees him and it all comes rushing back. The world goes quiet again but this time its suffocating, oppressive. It's just her and him. Then the silence turns into a muffled roar. He toasts to her, raises his cup. Everyone is cheering for him, chanting his name like he's some type of hero and Jules wants to be sick. Suddenly the tequila that was making her feel so good before turns her stomach. The crowd is too thick and too loud, his name seems to echo and bounce of the walls, the smell of booze and sweaty teenagers fuels her climbing nausea. She's sure she's standing still but she doesn't feel like it. It feels more like her whole world is off kilter, like she's on a tilt o whirl with no safety harness and she's about to be flung into space.

Then Rue places a hand on her shoulder. Jules looks at her and it grounds her instantly, that furrowed brow, those sad eyes, so concerned about her. She leans in close, whispers in her ear.

"You ok Jules" she asks. It's so sweet that it blocks out the night completely, she feels like she's back in that pool again. Rue is like her own special brand of tequila, making her forget about Nate, making her remember nights and days in bed just talking to Rue. Suddenly she wants nothing more than to go home. She wants to lay in bed with Rue, wrap up in her and cry. Wants Rue to stroke her hair and whisper sweet nothings, make her feel safe.

Jules takes the glass of water Rue is holding and downs it.

"I'm ready to go".

[lilygaloiswhat]

How do you deal with a relationship almost LITERALLY like RULES?

( At least 92% alike)