Jules hated Saturdays.
It used to be his favourite day of the week. No school, no teachers, he got to watch anime, play games without his mom giving him the stink eye, heck he loved being home with his family. Saturdays were the best.
Then his family broke.
Then he broke.
Saturdays were the worst. The house was so quiet he could hear everything...and that included the noises coming from downstairs.
Was it a thief? Had Jared the mailman, finally made good on his threat of coming to rob him if he didn't start locking his door?
Jules mulled it over in his head as he stared at the darkness. He didn't want to leave his room, leave his bed.
He listened harder. How far would they go? What would they take? Even as he thought it over he didn't care as long as they didn't come to his room he didn't care. They could rob him clean if they liked. He'll just send the bill to Rainbow, his father's secretary.
He closed his eyes and tried to sink back into his daydream but it was harder than he thought it would be. The ruckus the thief was making was inexcusable, didn't they know the meaning of stealth? Who even robbed a house this early?
As soon as that popped into his head his eyes flew open. Could it be his dad? It had been almost six months since they last saw each other. He balled his fist, hating himself for hoping. He slid out of bed, picking the baseball bat from the corner he exited his room following the noises all the way to the kitchen. He convinced himself he'd prefer the thief— a bullet didn't seem so bad.
But on finally reaching the source of the ruckus—the kitchen, the one rummaging through his cupboards was neither a thief or his father.
It was Venus Chambers.
She was barely dressed, wearing just a flimsy white shirt-dress that stopped mid thigh. When she turned to face him he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra almost immediately but forced his eyes to her face. She was mid-chew when she turned around but she smiled, with teeth and Jules had to hold on to the edge of the island for support.
He reminded himself that she broke in, that she was stealing his food, but, but—
It didn't matter. It was Venus.
And she was devastatingly beautiful today, even with her smeared lipstick, her runny mascara and red nose she was still so beautiful it made his heart hurt. His head hurt.
"You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked, not only is it unsafe it's just downright careless. Anything can just waltz right in."
Just like you're doing?
"Are you going to just stand there?" She turned away, opening the fridge. "Sit down, I'll make you breakfast."
His head really hurt, now. "
Wasn't it supposed to be the reverse, it was his house, she was the guest. It didn't matter. It was Venus. He had already taken a seat on his stool when she turned around to drop a bowl of cereal in front of him. "You really need to go shopping. Everything in there is either expired or just unhealthy."
Jules picked up his spoon taking a spoonful of Frosted Flakes. "Why are you even here? Don't act like my mother." He muttered softly.
Icy blues swiveled to meet his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't catch that do you mind repeating it?"
He lowered his gaze to his bowl. "Nothing."
She nodded almost as if she was saying I thought as much.
He wanted to take it back immediately but she had turned away again and he lost his nerve. As Jules scooped the cereal into his mouth he tried to organise his thoughts, which should actually see the light and what shall remain in the abyss of his cranium?
Why are you here?
Why are you feeding me? Why am I letting you?
How do you know where I live?
Why. Are. You. Here
Is my heart suppose to act this way or am I having a heart attack?
When he finished his food his thoughts were still all over the place. Venus took away his bowl dropped it in the sink he watched as she washed it wearily.
"Go change. We are going out."
"You want to know what my story is, right? I'll tell you."
"I'll be down in a minute."
You sound too desperate bro, his subconscious chimed. It didn't matter because he was way past caring.
Jules didn't figure out how early it was until he was seated in the driver's seat glaring at his dashboard.
"It's 6:25! Why are you awake? Why am I awake?!"
She laughed. "This is the best time. People are beginning to wake from their dreams.
Woah. Woah. Woah.
He wanted to record her laugh and make it his ringtone, better yet make it his reason to live-tone.
He couldn't breathe, literally, his breath got stuck in his throat and he started making really ugly unattractive noises while his eyes watered. Venus reached for him softly rubbing his back. "Are you asthmatic? I didn't know that."
She said it like she already knew him.
"I'm not." He gripped the steering wheel harder. "I'm fine."
"You can park behind that dumpster."
He followed her instructions with clenched teeth. I don't want to park behind some dumpster.
They were in front of an abandoned field. It was the old field where they used to play Home games, the last time he came here his hand was under some girl's skirt. Venus was holding that hand.
She led him to the middle of the field and spread the blanket on the ground while Jules pulled off his jacket and hung it around her shoulders when they laid down their shoulders touched.
It was all he could think about as he listened to her heavy breathing. Was she nervous? After driving all the way here, where had her confidence gone? The know it all persona was gone replaced with vulnerability and it was refreshing.
After a few minutes, however, she had gathered her courage as well as an intake of air. "I can read minds."
Wait, what?It had been a long time since he had been the butt of a joke, but it still stung. Damn, it stung really bad. He sat up abruptly, angry, sad, fucking heartbroken—Warm small hands were pulling him back down.I don't want to fall Venus. Fuck, please don't make me fall.He let her pull him back down. "You don't believe me. That's okay, I'll prove it.""Mrs. Johnson," she began. "Your neighbor, full name Karen Paulina Johnson, age 53, family; late husband, four kids, ten grandkids, her middle son, Jeremy is serving his eight months before parole, the only people who know this other than Karen and her family, is you and your dad, Jeremy's lawyer."It was the longest thing he heard her say, her voice, drove him wild. She was still sprouting other things he ignored the words turning instead to watch her mouth move.Beautiful.Her words didn't matter. He believ
Jules was tired.He woke up tired and went through all his classes tired. He had called his dad five times last night and then on the fi fth time his dad didn't even bother letting it go to voicemail instead declined the call on the second ring. He was tired to his bones then he looked at Venus. She was sitting opposite him in the cafeteria eating a bag of potato chips with chopsticks while reading some maths textbook.The sight made him feel light because Venus was the type of girl that ate potato chips with chopsticks and read math textbooks in her leisure time. She caught him staring and gave him a funny look. "You want some chips?" She asked waving the bag at him. When he reached over however she snatched the bag away before he could indulge."I-I didn't think you were actually going to accept my offer." She mumbled.Jules raised his eyebrows. "So you offered expecting me to say, no?"She nodded sheepishly and Jul
Jules knocked really hard on the wooden door, and the sound resonated in his heart. His hand fell to his side where they stayed bawled up and stiff. He thought about the reason he was knocking on the door of the Beckett house while he waited for the door to open."Come over to my house tomorrow." Venus had looked at him over the book she was holding. It sounded like a weird mixture between a question and a command. Her eyes never left him even when he looked away, he could still feel her stare.Like waves crashing violently upon the cliff.After an incident as a kid when he nearly drowned, Jules has had an unreasonable fear of water. He hated the sea and everything that had to do with it. Nothing reminded him of the sea more than Venus's eyes so why didn't he feel like running away? He hated it but he wouldn't mind drowning in them."Why? You said you liked hanging out at mine because it
Jules didn'tknow what to think.It had been a week and a few days sinceJules and Venushappened—that's exactly what people were calling it— and while Jules expected for a major change in his life as he knew it.The last thing he expected was the masses to be just as aware of the change in his life as he was."What's Venus thinking? Jules, really? I wonder what that freak must have done to get her attached to his hip."Jules the freak, had just exited his English class and was heading for Calculus when the voices stopped his descent down the stairs. Two girls were in front of the water fountain which just happened to be next to the stairs."I know right, I mean it's bad enough that that weirdo Venus is the shiny new thing that everyone's obsessed with. Now she's hanging with Jules?! Did you know she blew me off forhim."Girl number one replied. "She blew you o
Venus fell ungracefully on top of her bed with a sigh and Jules watched her awkwardly by the door as she stared at the ceiling. She looked like a teenager, an angry angst teen and although it shouldn't, it made him want to smile. She motioned him forward without looking at him, he approached her bed slowly.He had only intended to sit at the edge but immediately he made contact with the bed she pulled him down so he fell unceremoniously beside her.He got a strange sense of déjà vu.Her eyes were still trained to the ceiling, Jules turned his head and stared at the side of her face. "Do you enjoy making me fall for you?"Her only reaction was a blink and Jules sighed looking away from her to the ceiling. It was like every other ceiling, there wasn't much to look at but she was still staring—like there were words written only she could see. It made him notice the tiny plethora of fractures that were
Venus traced Jules's lips with her fingers and although they were cold it left a trail of fire against his skin.He thought of nothing, then everything as he held her. He thought of how clouds of gas and dust collapse into itself to form galaxies, he thought of how she was a star that had a person's name. Vee-nuhs. He thought of Venus.When he closed his eyes he could still see her engraved on the back of his eyelids asking the same question she asked the day they met. Are you alive or just existing?He opened his eyes finally ready to answer. "I'm alive."She smiled like she knew what he was talking about but she probably didn't—since it all happened in his goddamn head, after all—or maybe she did, maybe she was lying when she said she couldn't read his mind.He looked at her. Can you hear me, Venus? If you can I just wann
"What do mean you can't come home?! Now you listen here Johnathan you better get your ass back in this house in the next 24 hours!" Marie screamed over the phone.Jules let his head rest on the door with a thump he wasn't really eavesdropping he could already hear Aunt Marie having a screaming match with his father over the phone from his room upstairs, so he decided to come downstairs to feed the pain growing in his chest. He listened to the one-sided conversation outside his father's study."—Johnathan," Marie gasped. "That boy is your son! Why would you ever say that?""—that's no excuse! I can't believe you left him alone for this long! What would Moria say? Do you think my sister would have wanted this?!""—Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Jace! She was my sister first before your wife.""—shut up! Just shut up!" She sobbed. "That boy did not
Venus took him away from the field and they ended up in an indoor swimming pool. She acted like she didn't see the closed sign as slipped through the window at the side of the building that just happened to be cracked open. She opened the front door for him with a Cheshire cat grin."We are trespassing!" Jules hissed even though he had already stepped into the foyer looking around."Do you really think someone will catch us?" She smirked. "Mind reader, remember?""What if another Jules comes along and you can't read him until he find us?"She laughed then, boy did she laugh like he had uttered the craziest thing. Jules never wanted it to stop because just being there, hearing it—made a part of him light up inside like a fucking bonfire and suddenly, the world was a beautiful place. "You're the only Jules, in the whole fucking universe and don't you forget!"Fuck my life