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I sat on my doorstep. I really didn't want to get in, but I didn't want to stay outside either. Bad thoughts kept running through my mind.

Where's Tre? What happened to him? Is he angry? Does he hate me?

I needed to find some distraction, so I got up and went for a walk. Lighting my cigarette, I cursed under my breath. It was the last one. After a while, I stopped under a street lamp, taking the last puff from my cigarette and throwing it away.

I looked left and right to see if anyone was approaching, and sure enough a figure was walking towards me. I couldn't see properly, but I could tell it was a woman.

My heart stopped when she stepped in the light of the street lamp and I was able to recognize her. I took a sharp breath. I heard her doing the same, so I guess she recognized me.

After all, she wasn't responsible for everything that ever happened to me. It wasn't her fault.

I stepped forward so that there wasn't enough space left for her to keep going forward. She glared at me.

"Excuse me, would you let me...?"

"Nope" I answered briefly. I was trying so hard not to sound so sad and confused that I even sounded cheerful.

"What?"

"I said no." I looked up and for the first time I saw her eyes. Really pretty, I have to admit.

"And why's that?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Because I want to apologize."

She looked really surprised. Well, so was I. I had never thought I would be able to say that to someone I believed to hate. When it was clear that she wasn't going to say anything to that, I went on.

"I mean, I'm sorry. I really am. For bumping into you earlier and shouting at you afterwards." I looked down.

"You know, I've always thought you were a dickhead." she said.

"But I have to admit, I'm starting to think you're a good guy. Deep down."

I looked up again, and she was smiling. Well, not properly smile, I could see the hint of a smirk behind that smile. She was still making fun of me.

"I do hate you." I said. Her eyes widened.

"Well, maybe not as much as I thought. Let's say, I still really dislike you." That wiped the smirk off of her face.

"You know, that's not a nice thing to say to someone you don't even know." She almost whispered.

"But I do know you." I told her, "Your name is Jules, your friends call you Julie or Juliet, you have that fantastic blue car, oh, you're 28 years old..."

"27!" She corrected me wide-eyed.

"Right, sorry, 27. And you like playing around with your friends all the time, obviously not caring about everybody else around you and what they might think of you." I ended my little know-it-all speech, and this time the smirk was on my face instead of hers.

"How do you know all of these things?" she asked. Was she scaried? Ha!

"I... my..." I couldn't answer, because that question brought my attention back on Tre and now I couldn't focus on what I was saying. Gosh, Billie, get a grip on yourself.

"Well?" She insisted.

"My best friend used to be so in love with you, you have no idea!" I forced a smile.

"Oh. I got it. You're Frank's friend, aren't you?" she raised and eyebrow. It was weird hearing someone call Tre by his real name. Unusual.

"Yeah." I said.

"Poor guy, doesn't he know he's got no chance with me?" She said with a tone that implied the sentence: I'm too hot for you mortal people. Now, isn't that a little cocky?

"Of course he does, that's why I said used to be."

"Oh. Right."

There was a couple of seconds of silence, then I spoke again.

"So, will you accept my apology?"

"Oh, yeah, of course I will, Billie, don't worry about it, I..."

"Wait."

"...don't know why I didn't say that earlier, but..."

"Stop."

"...it was nothing to worry about, I don't care, honestly, just forget it, and..."

"Jules, stop talking now!"

She glared at me.

"What?" she asked.

"How do you know my name?" I'm sure I heard wrong, how on Earth...? And did she just blush?

"I don't." she said, her face a deep shade of red. She walked past me, trying to get away. I easily reached her and walked with her.

"Oh yes, you do, I heard you!" I grinned.

"I didn't mention your name, Billie." She stopped abruptly, realizing what she had just said, and blushing even more.

I was trying not to laugh.

"See? You do." I smiled. She started walking the other way.

"Are you avoiding me?" I asked.

"No, I'm not."

"Then why are you running away?"

"I'm not running away."

"Fine, then, why are you walking quickly away from me?"

She glared at me again, but this time I let her walk away.

The question was more important than I first thought.

Why does she know my name?