What Happened To Goodbye? - Name Pending

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What Happened To Goodbye
PROLOGUE

In life, there are a lot of ups and downs. And by a lot, I mean a lot. Sometimes you think that you're on the top of your game until you fall back down again and the whole thing goes to hell. What the hell do you do? You keep going. I've learned this. You keep going no matter how hard it gets. And why? Because there's so much more to life than you think.
My name's Juliet. Don't laugh, okay? I know the whole Romeo and Juliet play by heart just because it's, well, my name. It doesn't match me. At least the most of it doesn't. I'm in high school. My last year, thank God.
Before you go on and on about how school is ever so good for you, forget it. I don't care enough. Without school, I know I wouldn't be anywhere. But does it look like I care? Wait, don't answer that. Because I do care. I care too much. The only reason I'm still in school is because that melancholy called my boyfriend.
Yeah, my boyfriend. He's been my boyfriend since my first year of high school. No, his name isn't Romeo. But I call him that when I joke around with him. Because it's true; he's my Romeo. I don't know what I would do without him. I'd start a whole love-struck paragraph on how much I love him, but once again. Don't care enough.
His name's Nick. I absolutely love that name, no lie. And of course he has to love my name to, but deep down, no one does. He has black hair and perfect blue eyes. I have blue eyes and blonde hair, but that's not the point. I love his eyes. I love his everything. I've grown so used to him.
He's a senior too. We've been together what I think could be forever. My best friend, who I've known a year longer than him, is named Vlad. Vladimir, actually, but everyone calls him Vlad. I know for a fact he's had a crush on me forever, but I could care less. He's more of a best friend to me, if anything. And a brother.
Well, we aren't technically seniors yet. We were juniors a few weeks ago. Now it's summer and when we go back to school we'll be seniors. We're only a few weeks into the summer, though.
Oh, and did I mention that Vlad and Nick hate eachother? They both love me. Nick is very insecure about Vlad. He thinks I'm in love with him but trusts me way too much to think that I'd cheat on him. Because really, I would never do something like that.. I'm not that kind of person. Never will I be that kind of person. Ever. It's stuck to my tongue if I ever would.
Nick is very protective of me. He hates when I do anything with Vlad. He's like a hawk around us. I spend the night all the time with Vlad, but it's just friendly. We've never done anything. We never will. I don't know why Nick still doesn't like it. Vlad's my best friend in the world. I would never sacrafice our friendship to make it into that much of a relationship.
It would be hell for me. Already is when that boy complains to me about my friendship with Vlad. Well, I hope that there's no more fighting between them. Nick is too sensitive. Why would I ever cheat on him? Hell no. Nothing like that would ever happen.
Vladimir lives alone, without his parents. He has done this since he was sixteen. Both of his parents hate his guts for a reason that he's never explained to me. I've always wanted to know, but no one knows. Nick always jokes around and says his parents abandoned him. Nothing to joke about. I always slug him in the arm and tell him to shut up, and he does.
Nick lives with his mom and his step-dad; his dad died when he was five. I live with my mom; I've honestly never met my dad. My mom says I don't want to. He'll only make our lives even worse than they already are, she says. I take her word for it.
In other words, this is my story.

CHAPTER ONE

"Juliet. Juliet, wake up." The soft whisper in my ear became known to me as my eyelids fluttered open. I was laying on my back and my head was facing the left. It was a week into my summer vacation, and I had made my first plans with Vlad: Spending the night with him. My phone buzzed.
"Wah?.. Vladi?.." His light blonde curly hair was in his face as he laughed. He was in a upright position. He was smiling slightly. I looked at the clock that was set neatly on his bed side table. Eight AM.
"Why'd you have to wake me up so early?" I groaned. I wasn't a morning person. I rolled myself into a sitting position and ran my hands through my hair.
"Because your protective not a very nice person has been texting you for thirty minutes straight." I could hear the annoyance in Vlad's voice. He really did hate him. I already knew who it was, and a frown came upon my face.
"Don't call Nick that." I whined, and he rolled his eyes. He threw me my cheap phone, which was vibrating in my palm when I caught it. I unlocked it to look at the messages. Two missed messages and a phone call. Both from the same person: NICK.
I looked through the messages. One was midnight last night, which was around the time I fell asleep. "Are you awake still? Text me back, love. ~Romeo" The call was from around 4 AM. Why was he up so late? A pang of concern hit my stomach. I looked at the other message. It was from thirty minutes ago.
"Good morning, baby. I hope you're alright. Did you have fun at his house? Are you still there? Call me. ~Romeo" I smiled at his concern now. Vlad frowned. I texted him back. "Still at Vladi's house. I'll call you when I'm getting back home. I really love you. We'll make plans for later today. ~Juliet" I put the phone away.
"What did he want?" Vlad asked bluntly. I stood, stretching, then shrugging.
"He wanted to know if I was alright, I guess." I replied,sitting on the side of his bed. My mom wanted me home at ten thirty, so I might as well get ready. I began to dig through my bag for some jeans and a t-shirt.
"He wanted to make sure I hadn't killed and raped you." Corrected Vlad, rolling his eyes. He pulled on a shirt, stretching. He motioned towards the bathroom where I could get changed. I grabbed the clothing and went to the bathroom, continuing to talk to him as I changed.
"Nick knows you wouldn't do that. He knows that I wouldn't let you." I said, puling on my shirt and jeans. I folded the other clothes neatly, walking out of the bathroom to put them in my bag.
"Yeah, whatever. He obviously doesn't know me very well." Vlad purred, and I jokingly pushed him, muttering, "Dumbass," under my breath. Vlad laughed.
My phone buzzed, signaling a text. I automatically picked it up and read it, despite a quiet whine from Vlad. It read, "I'm coming over to Vladi's house, K? I love you too. We can all hang out there." Vlad obviously read the text over my shoulder, because his groan was almost echoing in my ear.
"What? Maybe he actually wants to talk to you. Not everything is an insecure chance to make you or him jealous." Vlad was already in the other room, pulling on some pants over his boxers. He combed his hair. it was almost as if Nick was his date, and it was sometimes like that. They both strived to make eachother jealous.
I didn't speak to him anymore for about thirty whole minutes. I wanted to, but it just seemed so weird. He hated the mention of my boyfriend to the core.
I brushed my hair in the corner of his bathroom until I heard a ring at the door bell. He was here. I stretched and ran to the door, Vlad close behind me.

CHAPTER TWO

And that's when Nick stood at the door, his hands in his pocket and a black hoodie on over a red shirt. He wore slightly wripped jeans. He was inches taller than me, but it still felt like he towered over me. He walked in without a word, his blue eyes not even looking at Vlad. His eyes melted into mine. I smiled weakly.
"Hey." He said, a slight smirk on his face. Vladimir was almost out of the question when he leaned down and kissed my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his waist in a hug.
"Hey." I replied. Vladimir's eyes were slits as he looked at us, and Nick turned his head slightly, still wearing a smug look on his face. Vladimir bit his lip, beginning to say something, but Nick stopped him before the first word came out of his mouth.
"Do you need something?" Nick asked innocently, pursing his lips. Vlad looks liable to jump and kick his ass, but I glared at him. He doesn't.
"Yes. I want to know why the hell you're at my house, if you don't mind?" Vlad said in question, leaning against the stairs. Nick pursed his lips and began to say something, pulling away from me.
"I'll tell you both. Come on, let's go to your room, Vlad." Nick said. Vlad lead the three of us to his room and sat on the edge of his bed. The covers were messy because we had both slept there the night before. I sat down beside him.
"What do you want to tell us, Nick?" I said questioningly. It was weird that he was telling me and Vlad something without fighting with Vlad. And why did Vlad have to be here? I wanted to ask, but I felt like I would be saying that I didn't want him here. I did.
"Well, my parents.." He began, leaning against the wall. His black hair fell into his face. It was unbrushed. Weird. Nick always brushed his hair. I sat up.
"They want me to go to France with them for a month over break.. And I'm not allowed to bring anyone.." He looked down at the ground.
Vladimir frowned. I stared at him.
"I'm not allowed to have my phone, either.." He was gulping. He stared at me with innocent eyes. Please don't be mad. I could tell that's what he was thinking. I knew it. I wanted to fall against him and cry. But I didn't. I just stared at him.
"How long until you go?" I said. My voice broke by the last word. I could feel cold, wet tears falling down my already red face. Nick hated seeing me cry. Vladimir was once again forgotten.
Nick embraced me into his arms, moving and snuggling me. I rested my head on his chest. I tried to stop crying.
No, don't cry. I thought to myself. You can't cry. It'll make him feel worse.. Don't cry.. But I couldn't follow my own instructions. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out. I wasn't going to see him for a month, if not more..
He whispered, "Three days.."
Vlad interrupted my response. "I'm sorry, Romeo.. I'll take care of Juliet while you're gone.." Vladimir didn't seem too depressed. Actually, he seemed thrilled. I could feel Nick tense under my grasp. His arms flew from around me to his hips. I could feel his lips growing to a snarl.
"You sure as hell don't touch her while I'm gone, got it, blondie?" I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find myself breaking up this fight. This was between the both of them.
"I wasn't going to do anything, Nick. You think she's so untrustworthy that she would let me?" Vladimir took a glance at me, but I looked away. It was true. I would never do something like that to Nick.
"I wouldn't put it past you." hissed Nick. I put myself between them as Vladimir took a step closer to Nick. I looked at the both of them desperately, and Vladimir melted. He knew he couldn't hurt Nick without hurting me. And he cared about me too much.
"Please.." I whispered softly. Nick wrapped a protective arm around my waist. He knew that Vladimir wouldn't hurt me, but then again. Nick didn't trust anyone. I sometimes wondered if he trusted me sometimes.
"I've gotta get back to my house for about an hour.. To pack. I'll come over after I'm done." Nick directed this to me,kissing my forehead. Vladimir stood there, wounded visibly. His jealousy was felt throughout the room.
As Nick turned to walk away, he turned back to me. "Oh, and Juliet?" he said basically, his head half turning to hear my response.
"Yes?" I responded. The tears were no longer falling down my cheeks.
He turned and his lips automatically met with mine passionately, pulling me to him. I could feel Vladimir's hot gaze on the both of us. I didn't care. I kissed him back just as passionate as he had done with me. My arms wrapped around his neck. His lips pulled away from mine for a few seconds.
"I love you.."
"I love you so, so much more.."

CHAPTER THREE

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He leaves today.
He's really leaving. I looked at the clock. Six AM. I hadn't been getting any sleep. My phone was off so I wouldn't get any messages. I had gotten three hours of sleep the past three days. My eyes were droopy. My head hurt. I got up to go get a glass of water. My mom was still asleep.
She was usually out of the house when I left for Vladimir's or Nick's now. I didn't know why, and I hadn't asked. Maybe I should. Eh. She wasn't even close to the first thing that was on my mind at the moment.
I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself some water. I leaned against the table and pulled out my phone. I turned it on. No missed messages. Probably because I had checked it a million times over the night when I randomly woke up.
Sigh. I finished my water and put the cup in the dishwasher. I buried my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do? I wouldn't have him for a month. I could barely go without him for a few days. The thought of him being gone sickened me.
We were always together. We had been since we were in out last year of middle school. I was his friend for a year and then he asked me out and I accepted willingly. I always will accept him willingly. He's my everything.
Back then he even was. We were never seperated, and even Vladimir called him Romeo. My Romeo. I'm Juliet. Literally. We had loved eachother since we were capable of loving. That would never change. Atleast that's what I knew.
And now he would be gone for a month and I wouldn't see him for that long. He couldn't even text me. My throat weakened. My whole body seemed numb. I moved to sit down to keep myself from falling.
And what if he met some Frenchie that he was in absolute love with that he couldn't take his eyes off of? I could see her in my mind. His dream girl. Her perfect French accent took ahold of him just like the accent that he said I acquired. And he would kiss her with that milky taste that he had..
Oh, I felt dead now. What if that did happen? What if he texted me the day he came back, and he brought her back from France? It's over. The text would read. It's over. I loved you for so long but I just stopped once I saw her. She's the one thing that I can't stop loving.. She's my perfect match.
Cold tears fell down my rosy cheeks. I buried my face into my hands and began to cry. Softly. I didn't want to wake my mom. I got up slowly. I needed some air. I needed something. I didn't know what to do anymore..
I grabbed a black pen and a notepad, a single tear falling at the bend of the notepad. I wrote in sloppy letters:
"Going for a walk. I'll be home if you awaken within the hour. I love you,Momma. ~Juliet."
I put the note beside the coffeee maker; that's where she would look first. I pulled on shoes and a coat, running my hands through my hair. I slowly decended out of the house. My feet took me across the street to Vladimir's house. I turned down the street.
I continued to walk. My feet knew where they were going: Directly towards Nick's house. It was so far. I didn't care. I kept walking. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Nick. "The plane's leaving in 4 hours.. Please come over.. I wanna spend the last two hours at my house with you, my Juliet.. Please be awake.. ~Romeo"
I smiled. It was as if he knew me. I continued walking while texting him. "I'm already coming. But I'm in a white tank-top and shorts, so I mean.. Not very presentable. But I love you. ~Juliet" I clicked send.
His house was within feet from me now. I smiled as I walked. It was barely three minutes before I was there. He was outside shirtless and with only boxers on when I was going up the driveway. Everyone seemed to be asleep; all the lights were off.
"My parents don't know." He said, confirming my suspicion. Before I could reply, he was almost tackling me. He snuggled me into his arms and kissed me ever so passionately. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and kissed him back.
"Please don't leave me.." I whispered into his ears. My voice was broken. I wanted him to stay with me forever. I wanted to go to Paris, France with him. The nation of love. Speak French with him without even knowing what I was saying.
"If I could stay you know I swear I would.." He kissed my neck softly. I smiled, kissing his forehead. I ran my hand through his black bedhead. Oh god how much I loved him.. It was not even possible..
"Je t'aime.." I said with a soft French accent.
"Je t'aime mi romano.." He replied with the worst French accent I had ever heard. I met his eyes, and smiled. He didn't know very goot French, but I didn't care. I loved him no matter what. And this was the only thing that I was ever capable of loving.
I leaned against him. For some reason, I felt tired. My eyes fell to a droopy close. I could feel my body be taken up and taken into the house. Him carrying me made my eyelids weak. I couldn't open them. I had a feeling I was half asleep.
"I love you, my Juliet.." He could tell I was still awake. He planted soft kisses on my neck and cheeks and lips. A smile prickled at the side of my lips.
He could still tell I was awake. "You look so beautiful when you're half asleep.." His arm wrapped securely around my waist. I rolled over without reason and buried my face into his shirt. The last words I could hear was;
"Sleep well,baby.."

CHAPTER FOUR

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So he really is gone. The thought had struck me a million times over the last few weeks. I had spent the night at Vladimir's multiple times, but he couldn't cover the wound of Nick. Nick was my one and only. And Vlad could never be something that he wasn't.
I didn't talk to Vlad that much anymore in retrospect. I texted him now. I laid sprawled out on my bed. My phone was ringing. I was ignoring it. I was thinking. I remembered that Vlad had told me last time I had talked to him. That I had become pale.
He said I hadn't looked the same anymore. The shine to my hair had been gone. But he said he didn't really want to know why. He was worried about me. He hadn't told me anything anymore. I didn't care.
I moved to the mirror that hung on my vanity. I sighed, looking at myself thoroughly for the first time in forever. The only time I really looked at myself anymore is when I got out of the shower, and I looked bad then anyways. It didn't matter.
But then I saw how I really looked. My dull brunette curls had lost their shine, as if they had one in the first place. My eyes were dull. No shine what so ever. My skin was more pale than it had been the last time I looked at myself. It wasn't ghost-pale, but it was pretty pale.
I smiled weakly. It looked fake. I tried to smile more. Still fake. I sighed. The basic frown appeared on my face. It looked the same as the rest of my face. Ugly. What had happened? It's not like he was gone forever. He would be back. I knew it. He'd be back with me and I'd be hugging him within a hurry.
I sighed. I looked back at the phone. I didn't answer it. I knew it was from Vladimir. He was probably just saying hi. I was about to go get a shower until I heard someone open the front door. My mom. She wasn't supposed to be home for another few hours. I could hear her coming in my room.
The door opened, and she came in. She looked rather stressed. "Juliet, Sweetheart. I need to talk to you for a minute." I blinked. My mom almost never spoke to me. It was rare that she even came in my room. I usually only talked to her at the dinner table, if I ate.
"Sure, Mom. What is it?" I asked. I sat back down on my bed,running my hands through my hair. I looked up to her. She sat down beside me. I could see the fake smile plastered on her face. "It's about your father.."
My heart sank. My father? My mom never talked about him. He had left when I was five. I didn't want to know him, honestly. My mom never talked about him. My mom talked about everyone. So that couldn't be good if she was saying that she wanted to.
"Well.. He's in town. And he wants to meet his daughter.. I know I never talk to you about this. I get that. I really want to tell you what really happened between the two of us, if you don't mind." The plastered smile turned into a real smile. She leaned back on one of my blue pillows. I grabbed one and put it to my stomach.
"Yeah? Tell.." I didn't want to know. I really, really didn't. But what was I supposed to do? Tell her I didn't want to hear? Maybe she had been seeing him. I didn't want to let her down. If I did that, I'd probably never figure out. She took a deep breath.
"He didn't leave. That was just for you, when you were younger. You know how I was so close to your grandmother? Your father got into a few contradictions with the law.. And he was really bipolar. He used to go off on me when I was pregnant with you. And your grandmother, after he got almost put in jail for the second time, told me to leave him. And I left."
I breathed. What was I supposed to reply? Was I supposed to be shock? The automatic reply was, "What?" She sighed softly. I sighed back. I wanted to know about my father.. But.. "What did he get in trouble for?"
"He used to get in bar fights. And he was kind of accused of.. murder.." My mom swallowed. My eyes widened. My father was a murderer? He killed someone? But then I rememebered: accused. He didn't do it. She believed him.
"Oh.." I looked straight. I didn't want to meet her eyes. I glanced back at her, but I didn't meet her eyes. "So.. You mean to say that.. He.. The law thought he murdered someone, because he got in bar fights? And now he wants to meet me?"
She nodded. "He got out of jail for multiple bar fights and the accusation of a murder a few months ago. He found us. Well, he found me. And found out my phone number. He called me. He still loves me, and all that. He wants to meet his daughter."
I could see the tears brimming in my mom's eyes. She blinked, and one fell down her cheek. My arms wrapped around her comfortingly. I knew that she still loved him. Did she think that he killed the man? God knows. She doesn't.
I continued to hug her, and I could hear her crying. "Don't worry, Mom.." I was ignoring my phone. I was hugging my mom. I was comforting her.
"We'll be okay, Mom, We'll be okay.."

CHAPTER FIVE

It took me about an hour for my mom to stop crying. I didn't like it when my mom cried. It made me feel helpless. I didn't know what to do half the time it happened. So I kind of just sat there and held her. I wrapped my arms lightly around her and squeezed lightly every so often.
Why would she cry over him? He wasn't worth it. If he wanted to come back, let him. But this was the problem: What if he really did kill that man? Or woman, I didn't know. But what if he really did kill them? We were letting him in our house.
Plus she said that he was bipolar. I didn't deal well with bipolar people. They don't usually like me. But he was my Dad. He had to like me, right? Or what if I did something wrong? This was what was running through my head as my mom cried in my arms.
I nuzzled her hair softly. I ran my hands through it. I whispered, "Shh.." I wanted to cheer her up. I just didn't know how. I mean, I never really did anything with my mom. I was usually too busy with Vladimir or Nick. But Nick wasn't here.
The pang of sadness hit me. I tried not to remember. It was my mom. I had to help her at the moment. If I didn't, she'd cry for hours more. I didn't know how long it had been, but it was obviously longer than I thought.
A thought ran through my head. How was I supposed to get her to stop? I mean, she was a girl. Well, I was too. We all had to cry at some point. But how exactly could we stop another from doing so? I kept thinking. That was it!
"Mom, do you wanna go shopping?" I asked. She sniffled, wiping her eyes. She looked up at me. She pulled away from me, to a sitting up position. She sighed softly. She smiled weakly. It wasn't fake, but it was weak. She slightly nodded.
"Yeah. Can I go shower first?" She questioned. I nodded, smiling. I kissed her forehead, and she kissed mine. I was happy again. I was happy that she was happy. She walked away, probably to the shower. I heard the shower start.
For one of the first times in my life, I was going to the mall with my mom.
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When I got back from the mall, we had two bags of clothes and a blue fluffy pillow. We had only spent about fifty dollars, and we had went to Ross and the mall. It was pretty fun, I wasn't going to lie. I didn't go shopping much, though.
I did genuinely like going to the mall with my mom. I usually didn't go to the mall, because my two best friends were kind of guys. It didn't matter to them, though. I had gone shopping with Vladimir before, but he usually just joked around with me when we did.
Instead of going to sleep, which I usually did at about 9 o'clock now unless I spent the night at Vladimir's. Until Nick got back. I smiled hopefully. I grabbed hangers and made sure I put all my clothing up onto hangers.
When I was done, it had been thirty minutes. It was ten o'clock now. I heard my phone buzzing. What did Vladimir need? I rolled my eyes. I positioned the blue pillow, leaning back on it. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I punched in the code, and looked at my texts.
I looked, my eyes widening. Seven missed texts from Vladimir Todd. I blinked. Whoa. That boy must really need me. I looked at the most recent one. "Juliet.. Answer me.. Please.. Believe me.." The last few were the same. I frowned. What was he talking about?
I scrolled down to the first one. It was the longest, so I couldn't read the beginning. I clicked on it. The text was from the first one he sent when I was looking at myself in the mirror earlier. It read:
"Juliet. Okay, I know you won't believe me. But Nick's parents called me. They were heading back early. Nick seemed to be depressed about something, But that's not the point. They were worried, and their flight crashed."
My phone dropped from my hands.