Juliet's POV
I wish Aaron's death was like taking off a band aid-quick and painless-but I've noticed a while ago that life doesn't work the way I want it to.
We were done with everything, tour, traveling, even school. With our busy schedules Hayes's mom wanted us to be homeschooled.
"No," I told her. "Hayes can be homeschooled, I-on the other hand- am not famous or in need to clear my schedule for anything else."
"But, honey. If Hayes is being homeschooled, you're being homeschooled. It's a win-win." Elizabeth said, so I finally agreed.
There's this stage in your life that happens right after you loose someone. It's called the five stages of grief. There's denial, anger, bargaining, depression, then acceptance. But, in my case, I didn't know where I was.
I didn't deny that Aaron was dead, or angry about it. I'm just depressed or accepted because of it.
Hayes is in the bargaining stage, and everyone knew it. Bargaining is when you start thinking- "what if this happened..." Or "what if that happened..."- there's always something you want to fix but you can't.
The ride back to Hayes's house was silent, not even the radio was playing it's usual songs of torture that'll get stuck in your head.
Everything was just black and white, and I hated the feeling.
When Elizabeth pulled up to the house, Hayes got out immediately, and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving me and Elizabeth to worry.
"He's just getting over his death, Juliet. I hope you understand." She said, and I nodded as we both got out of the car.
I followed her inside, and Hayes was walking downstairs.
"Where are you going?" Elizabeth asked.
"Out." He mumbled, and slammed the door behind him. Again. Elizabeth and I looked at each other.
"You don't think he's avoiding me, right?" I asked.
"No, sweetheart. I think he's learning how to cope with everything. I promise you he'll be better as soon as he gets home." She smiled.
We waited, and waited, and waited. He never got home. Elizabeth gave up when it was one in the morning.
"Tell me if he comes, okay?" She asked, and I nodded.
I decided I should probably change, thinking that if I were going to wait for him, then I might as well be comfortable.
I was sitting on the couch, watching TV at four in the morning until he showed up. He was sneaking back inside of the house, but stopped when he saw me.
"You waited?" He asked.
"Yeah, I waited." I said, getting up. "I waited for nine hours Hayes. You don't know how worried your mom and I got. Are you kidding me?"
"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I have a headache." He commented, and I did something I haven't done in a while.
I laughed. I laughed in front of his face before I smelled the alcohol in his breath.
"You were drinking?" I said, looking at him in disgust.
"Yeah. So what if I was drinking?" He raised his voice. "Like you would care. No one in this house cares."
"You're...what...fifteen? I couldn't care less if you drank or not. It's not going to bring Aaron back-"
"Don't talk about him." He said.
"Why can't I talk about him, Hayes?" I asked.
"BECAUSE IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT." He yelled, as he ran up the stairs.
"So you think that car crash was my fault? You have to be kidding me." I laughed.
"A drunk driver killed him and look what you just did. You drank. Congratulations, Hayes. You're just as bad and guilty as that guy in jail." I said, and he ran down the stairs and stood face to face.
"You know what? Fuck you. The only thing between me and Aaron was you. We were best friends until you came along, and now that he's gone I finally realized how big of a bitch you really are. So, fuck you. Get out of my house, because you're not wanted here." He spat, making my breath get caught in my mouth.
It was like he physically smacked me, but this was worse. This was worse than if he beat me up, kicking or punching or hurting me until I was bleeding out in front of him.
So I did what I do best, I walked right out of that door. Not even saying goodbye.
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Hayes's POV
The next morning
I woke up with a splitting headache. I groaned, rolling over to my side, hoping that I can give Juliet a big hug.
She wasn't there. I sat up quickly in bed, which was a huge mistake, considering the circumstances.
I got up, slower this time, and hobbled down the stairs. I was greeted by no one, except a note.
"Take these." I read out loud. "P.s. You're grounded. Love mom."
I sighed, taking the two pills on the counter, and grabbed a glass of water to swallow it down.
"Juliet?" I called, but there was no response.
I went back upstairs, and searched every room, including the bathroom. She wasn't there. I called her name again, checking everywhere. The basement, the closet, everywhere.
What the hell happened last night?
She would've called, texted, or even left a note if she left. That was when my phone rang. It was Madi.
"Hello?" I answered.
"You're such a fucking dick." She exclaimed.
"Whoa there, what did I do?" I asked.
"You told Juliet to leave. That's what you did." She said.
Then I dropped my phone, it shattered to pieces, but I didn't care.
She was gone, again. This time, there was nothing I can do to ever get her back again.
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A/N: you guys are probably mad that Juliet left again. BUT DONT WORRY. SHE ISN'T FAR AWAY AND SHE WON' T BE GONE FOR LONG.
In other news, I UPDATED ON THE RIGHT DAY AND TIME?!!?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? I'm trying to keep things consistent, lol.
Do you guys have a side? If you do, is it Hayes? Or Juliet?
SSOTD: Stressed Out by twenty one pilots
Thanks for reading! Love you guys.
