My Best Nightmare

I thought he was this great amazing guy, at first. He was supposed to be this sweet, loving and caring guy, but he was far from that. I thought he loved me. Then "He" came into my life. He made things better. I was happier.

Who's love story is this anyway? Who will Julie end up with? Will she go back to Justin or stay with her new "Love"?


11. Lov- What?

“It sucks being in this house all day. Oh my gosh. I don’t even care where I go, I just was to go get out for some fresh air.” I said to Jc. He looked like he was think about something. “Are you listening to me?”


“Yes. I’m thinking. I have a house. We could go there, but the problem is getting you there without no one seeing you, it’s all the way on the other side of town.”


“Does Justin know where it is?” I shouldn’t have asked that, yet I did. Great job, Julie.


“No, he doesn’t, even if he did he wouldn’t be there. And if he was I would beat him again, anything to protect you.” He is so sweet. That’s why I lov- woah. I almost said I love him. I don’t. I know I don’t. I don’t think I do. Maybe I do. I don’t know what to think anymore.


“Julie.” Jc said, snapping me out of my thoughts.


“Sorry. What?”


“I said, you can’t look like you.” I thought about what he said for a minute. I walked over to his closet, and grabbed some of his clothes. I put on some sweat pants, that didn’t fit at all, and a baggy shirt, well it was baggy on me at least. I went to his draw and pulled out one of his beanies and some shades.


“How do I look?”


“Not like you.” I didn’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.


“I think we should get some clothes for you, that actually fit you.”


“How do you plan on doing that? Remember about two weeks ago, I was kidnapped and the police were looking for me. They’re still looking for me.” I said matter-of-factly.


“Right. Well, just don’t say anything and don’t look at anyone. Don’t look suspicious. And don’t try to run. The guys would kill me if you got away. I can handle Justin, but six guys at once, I’m not crazy.” 


"Alright, I won’t.” I kinda like being with Jc. I feel protected and safe around him, don’t get me wrong I’d love to go home to my mom, but let’s face the facts here. The chances of me getting away is a 0:1,000,000 chance. So why try and run. I could get someone’s attention at the store, but I also don’t want them to hurt or kill him. They would think he let me go.


“We’ll leave later, once everyone’s busy with whatever.” Jc said.


“Okay.” I was kinda excited to get out for once.


         It was almost two o’clock. Jc went down the stairs first, to see if anyone was near the door. He waved signaling it was safe to go. I walked down the stairs quietly. We went out the front door, and ran to his car. We both laughed.


“So, secretive. I’m pretty sure no one knows we even left.” He smiled at my sarcasm.


         We drove downtown to a little shop. We walked in, the place was pretty empty. Jc walked over to the spring time clothes.


“I think you would look cute in this.”Jc said holding up a pair of short shorts.


“Are you sure they’re short enough.” He put a finger on his lips. I mouthed ‘Sorry’, remembering I’m not supposed to talk. He put the shorts back. I looked around for something I would like. I picked out a few shirts, pants, shorts, and shoes, and so did Jc. I looked through the things he picked up. Every single thing he picked up was short or extremely reveling. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I mouthed ‘Really?’, and looked at him with a straight face.


“What? You don’t like it?” I looked around, and whispered


“They’re all short and reveling. It’s not really me.”


“I thought the point was to not look like you.”


“It is, but not like that. I’d rather camouflage my shape and stuff.”


”Well, the clothes I pick is for when it’s just me and you. And the clothes you pick can be for when we’re outside. That alright with you?” I nodded my head. I kinda liked the clothes he picked, it’s just that if I’m supposed to be hiding, those clothes won’t do the job. Jc paid for everything, I would have, but I had no cash on me whatsoever.


We left and went to his house. “Wow, it’s really nice.” I admitted.


“Well, what did you expect? It would be an old abandon piece of crap?”

“No, that’s what I meant.” He smiled at me. We sat outside, and talked the day away.


“I missed being outside.”


“Why? It’s cold, there’s bugs, where as inside has TV, internet, heating, a comfy couch and bed.”


“I’ve always loved nature. I used to love going outside with my friends and play in the dirt or mud, we’d always go home dirty. We’d say ‘if ain’t messy, it ain’t fun.’ That was more of our motto.” We laughed.


“You never like played in the mud and stuff you were little?”


“No, not really. I was kind of a weird kid, I was into word searches, crossword puzzles, and-”


“Watching movies with your butt in the air.” I interrupted him, laughing.


“I’m pretty sure you did weird things as little kid.”


“Not that I can think of.”


“Well, you did.”


“You don’t know that.” I said still laughing. “Okay, when I was little I had this tutu I used to love, so I’d wear it every single day. My mom would wash it every night, so I could wear it again. That’s the weirdest thing I ever did as a kid.”


“Liar.” My mouth dropped.


“Am not.”


“That’s not weird. Everyone went through that phase as a kid.”


“I’m sorry, I’m not as weird as you.” I busted out laughing. He smiled.


“I’ll find out, one way or another.”


“Good luck with that.” I said with a smile spread across my face. That’s the first time I’ve had a real smile in a long time, even before everything that happened.


“What did you grow up watching?” He asked.


“Everything on Nick, Cartoon Network, and Disney Channel in the ninety’s, and early two-thousands. Like

“Hey Arnold” “Rugrats” “All That” “The Amanda Bynes Show” “Edd, Ed, And Eddy” “Johnny Bravo” “Cat Dog” “Brandy and Mr. Whiskers” I can’t think of all of them, it would take me a long time." I named off different tv shows.


“Those were the shows, back in the day.”


“What was your favorite movie?”


“Oliver and Company.” He replied.


“I don’t remember it.” I looked up at the sky watching the clouds roll by.


“What? How can you not? The best movie ever. What was your favorite movie?”


“Good Burger. I loved that movie, it was so funny.”

“I love that movie, I have it in the house."


“No way.” A sudden burst of energy hit me.


“Yeah, it’s on Netflix.” My eyes opened up wide.


“We should watch it, like right now.”


“Okay.” We went inside, to watch the movie.  

A/N~~~If You Haven’t Seen Good Burger Go Watch It Right Now, It’s On Netflix Right Now. Stop And Watch It Now. Why Are You Still Reading Go Watch It. It Is The Best Movie From The 90’s You Don’t Even Have To Be Born In The 90’s To Watch it. It’s so Funny, Go Get Your Little Brother, Sister, Cousin, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa Whatever, Anyone Can Watch It. It’s Suitable For All Ages, Race, Ethnicity, Religion, Alien Whatever You Are Go Watch It. Forget Parent Permission, I’m Your Parent For Day, And I Give You Full Permission To Watch This Movie. So Stop All Your Reading, This Story Will Be Here Two Hours From Now, I Promise. In Fact I Pinkie Promise You It Will Be. If It’s Not Message Me And I’ll Give You My Address So You Can beat Me Up Like Justin Did To Julie, Is That To Soon? I’m Sorry. But, Yeah, Go Watch IT Now, Not Later, You’ll Forget To, Yeah, I Know How You Are. You Won’t Understand This Next Part If You Don’t Watch It First. I Warned You.


The movie began, with the “Dude Song”, we both started singing it.


“I’m dude. She’s a dude. He’s dude. We’re all just dudes.” We laughed so hard we almost cried. ”Welcome to Good Burger. Home of the Good Burger. Can I take your order? Huh?” We had the same favorite line, from the movie. The whole movie was just as hilarious as it was the first time I had watched it.


We finished watching the movie, heading up to the bedroom crawling into the bed. 


“Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen that movie in so long.” We laughed.


“I didn’t expect him to say that, at all. I didn’t think he would be that smart, I guess that’s why they say don’t assume things.”


“Yeah. I forgot how much I loved that movie.” Jc Said.


See, If You Didn’t Watch It You’ll Never Fully Understand What Happened At The End. And If You Skip To The End, You Still Won’t Get It.


“So, does anyone know about your house out here?” I asked, as we laid in his bed. “Uh, other than my family? No. This is more of my ‘Get Away’ place, for when I want to be alone. It was the first place I ever bought on my own. The Boys don’t even know about it. They don’t know where I go. Sometimes, I’m gone for a few hours, others a few days.”


“So, I’m the only person you’ve ever brought here?”


“No, I brought-” He looked down and paused, his eyes beginning to glass over. 


“Kate?” I said kind of like a question.


“Yeah.” I knew he still he had feelings for her. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him.


“You still love her don’t you?” He looked up at me, eyes filled with tears. “I wish I could tell you I know how you feel, but I don’t.” I admitted.


“Trust me, you don’t want to know what this feels like.” He said crying. And they say ‘Tough men don’t cry.’ The toughest guy I know is crying, in my arms, I’m used to it being the other way around. He continued to cry, it’s best to cry things out. “Just cry it out. It’s not healthy to repress things, especially feelings. The last time you talked to her was a year ago, right?”


“Yeah. But, I don’t want to talk to her.”


“I think you should. Maybe, you weren’t meant to be together. Maybe, she’s better off with him, and you’re better off with someone else.” He looked up at me. I kissed his tear soaked cheek. “I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her just one last time. If you really love her, and I’m not saying that you don’t, you’d want her to be happy, even if that means that she’s with another guy.

I know it’s hard to admit it but, it’s the truth. And sometimes to truth hurts, trust me I know that. If you love something, you must let it go, and if it comes back, don’t ever let go of it again.”


“I did let go, we ended up back together, but she let go.”


“No. You left unwillingly, which sucks, and you never let go, but she did. She came back, but it wasn’t real to her. To her, you were a substitute. You replaced her boyfriend when he broke up with her. He let her go, and she went back to him, and she didn’t have the guts to tell you that she was back with her old boyfriend.”


“She was probably scared I’d hurt her if she did.” He looked down at the ground.


“No, that’s not why. She probably realized you’re a great guy and how much you really love her, and she didn’t want to break your heart. So, she was probably gonna tell you at one point, she just didn’t know when to tell you. Which is a bad idea. I learned that the hard way. You should never lead a person on to think you feel the same way they do.

I was in the same situation you’re in, except I didn’t cheat, technically, but I didn’t like him at all, but I didn’t want to tell him that, so I chickened out on breaking up with him so, I had one of his best friends tell him. He still hasn’t talked to me, that was years ago. I realized that I was wrong for that. Maybe, she has to.

Maybe she wants you to talk to her first.

I could be wrong, but the official “Rules Of Life” says I can’t be wrong.’ Rule one- Women are never wrong. Two- If a woman is wrong go back to rule one, and study it really heard, make sure you understand the actual meaning of rule one. There’s so many different ways take rule one, consult with a woman if you’re still not sure what it means.’ That’s straight out the book. You know, you can’t argue with the book.” I said laughing, with my arms still wrapped around his neck.

You need to talk to her.”


“I can’t just go and talk to her.” He admitted. “I- I just can’t. You wouldn’t understand.” I looked him in eyes.


“Why not?” I argued.


“Because, after what I did to her, I just can’t.”


“But you did the first time.”I said softly.


“Yeah, but that’s different. I went to apologize to her, that’s it. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to me, ever."


“How could you possibly know that, if you haven’t even tried to talk to her. Don’t you want to know?”


“Know what?” He rolled his eyes.


“Know if she’s better off with or without you. I would.”


“But, I’m not you.” He said.


“You don’t have to be me. It would be weird if you were me.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Just, promise me you’ll think about it, please?” I asked him.


“Fine, I’ll think about it, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it. If I do, I’ll need some time.”


“If you need to talk I’m always here for you.” I kissed his cheek, he turned his head, and our lips met softly. I could feel him smile into the kiss.

I guess it’s time for a moment of truth. I don’t know how I feel about Jc, and I don’t know how he feels about me. I just told him to try and make things better between him and his ex, but here I am kissing him like he’s mine. And he says he still loves her, but here he is being so sweet and kind to me, and practically sucking my face in, which feels amazing. Maybe. Just maybe, we’re meant to be together. I just don’t know. I almost said I love him, that has to mean something right? I don’t want to say anything to him yet, but maybe I should. I’m so confused. He turned to the side, wrapping his arms around my waist. He deepened the kiss. I gotta say something, I don’t want to be confused.


“Stop.” I said pulling away from his lips.


“What?” He asked softly.


“It- It’s just. I thought you were in love with her, but you’re kissing me.”


“Okay.” He said blankly.


“I just. I just need to know, do you have any feelings for me? At all?” I asked curiously.


“Of course I do. I like you a lot.” He looked into my eyes, but I didn’t look back.




“What?” He asked with a bit of sadness in his voice.




“What do you mean nothing? I told you that I like you, and all I get is ‘Oh’? That’s pretty messed up. I really like you, you’re sweet, cute, and amazing in every way possible.” I looked into his eyes.


“I like you too, I really do, honestly.”


“Then, what’s the problem?” His voice raised.


“Well,” I started off strong, and confident. “It’s just you’re still in love with someone else. You love her. You like me. I can’t compare to her.” I said looking away.


“No, you’re not her.” He sighed. “But, I don’t want you to be her. I want you to be, well you. I don’t know anyone like you, that’s what I like about you.” I looked down even farther at the floor.

I started to remember what Justin told me, that he liked me because I’m different. He didn’t know rather that was a good or bad thing, though. Yeah, he obviously ‘liked’ me so much.


“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned.


“Nothing.” I didn’t want to talk about Justin, I didn’t feel like thinking about him either.


“Are you sure it’s nothing?” He asked, I could tell he was still looking at me.


“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I told him.


“That’s fine. I’m here to talk anytime.” He said hugging me.



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