“Reese?” I asked walking into my house.
“Hey honey.” I said kissing him lightly.
“How was your day?”
“It was good, I had coffee with Liam and Niall after filming.”
“Because I think it's a good idea to become friends with my coworkers.”
“Don't be jealous. It doesn't suit you.” I said with an added smirk.
“I'm not jealous.”
“Anyway, want to go out tonight?”
“Not really, I'd rather stay in, maybe watch some movies.”
“Come on Jules. We haven't gone out in over a week.”
“Oh well. I don't feel like it.”
“Whatever. I'm going out myself then.”
I watched Reese walk out the door, but part of me didn't care. Then the other just wanted to cry. I'd been trying to block out all the emotions, but they were dying to get out. I heard my phone start ringing from my purse. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I let it ring, and ring, and ring. I sat laid down on the couch and instantly fell asleep.
“Juliette?” I heard someone shout from outside. “Juliette, it's me, Liam!” Liam? What was he doing here?
I got of the couch and did a quick check in the mirror before opening the door. “Hey Liam! What are you doing here?”
“Well I called you because you forgot your wallet, and you never answered, so I got Chinese and brought you wallet!”
“Liam, that's so sweet of you but-”
“But Reese is home?”
“No, he went out, and he'll probably stay at his house tonight, but it's not right.”
“We're just friends Jules.”
“True. Ok, come in.” I said stepping aside for him to come in.
Liam and I ate and talked for what seemed like hours, but it was probably an hour at the most.
“You've got to be kidding me!” I said in awe.
“No! You're wrong. You should just admit defeat now!”
“Never! Liam, you are obviously wrong! I don't even know how you could say such a thing!”
“Simple. I think Shakira is just as good as Beyonce!”
“Stop! Just stop talking!” I said covering my ears.
“Whatever. Oh my! Look at the time, I should get going.”
“You don't have too. I mean if you don't want to.”
“I don't want to cause any problems with Reese.”
“Reese isn't here, and like you said, we're just friends. We can even sit on different couches!” I said laughing.
“Well I would like to discuss favorite Disney movies. Obviously we know mine, Toy Story.”
“You're, again, delusional. Mulan all the way.”
“She defends her entire Country, not to mention this is Ancient China! Girls couldn't even choose their husband, LET ALONE fight for their country. And by the end of it, she was pretty bad ass. Toy Story is no competition for Mulan.”
“Blasphemy! Ahh! I can't believe you even said such a horrid thing!”
“Give me your defense.”
“Toy Story is about TALKING TOYS! There's simply no competition for it.”
“Lame. I mean don't get me wrong, it was a cute movie, but for real, MULAN!”
“I can't believe what I'm hearing.” We talked for the rest of the night and had little fights like that. Liam was probably my new favorite in the band, and my best friend.
“Reese! Over here!” Alizon called.
“Hey Beautiful!” I placed a kiss on her lips. “I've missed you!”
“I missed you too. Is that girlfriend drama finally taken care of?”
“She's stopped wallowing finally. And fiancee, dear.”
“I can't believe you're going to marry her. What about me?”
“Please dear! I'm going to keep seeing you. I just need to marry her for publicity.”
“Now, let's get drunk!”
“But wait, we can't be together in public, we can't have someone find out! It would ruin the image you've worked so hard for!”
“I'll get us a room. Leave 5 minutes after me.” I whispered.
“Sounds good! Text me the deets.” She kissed my cheek then walked to the bathroom.
I felt my phone buzz. It was a phone call from Steve.
“Reese, we've got a problem.”
“And what would that be.”
“Someone sent me a text, a blocked number, but it says 'I know it was you.'”
“Are they talking about the....”
“I think so. And remember what I said, I go down, you go down.”
“Dammit Steve. Take care of this.”
“I'm trying. But I thought you'd like a nice warning.”
“One last thing, just remember I love Jules, she's a sweet girl. Think about what you're doing.”
I was awoken for my slumber by the ringing of my phone. I checked the number and saw that it was the hospital. Great!
“Hello?” I questioned.
“Hello, is this Juliette Carter?”
“Y-yes.” My voice started shaking from anticipation and nerves.
“This is a nurse from Memorial Hospital, we need you to come down here right away. We can't discuss this over the phone.”
“It's 4:00 in the morning.”
“Ma'am, this is very urgent. You're going to want to come down here.”
“Is Reese hurt?”
“Then I'll be down at 7:00.”
“I'm sorry, but 7:00. I have filming later tomorrow, I need to be well rested. I'm sorry.”
“Yes. Now, goodnight.”
I went back to sleep and woke up at 6:00. I did my normal routine and was out the door.
I arrived at the hospital and was swarmed by the paps.
“Ms. Carter! Is Reese ok?”
“Are you ok Ms. Carter?”
“Why are you here?”
“Have you been called here for someone?”
“Is this about your dead friend?”
“Do NOT talk about Max with me. I put up with a lot of shit from you guys, but that's where I draw the line.” I snapped. Simple as that. I continued in the hospital and got bombarded with people in suits, and in scrubs. They ushered me into a conference room. “Is this going to take long? I have shooting today.”
“First, please accept our sincerest apologies. Second, please understand we will do everything in our power to reverse the affects of this.”
“Would you just spit it out please?”
“It's about Maxwell Stevens.”
“What about Max?”
“We think he's still alive....”