i could -use- SOMEBODY;; someone like YOU-oliver-

[juliette elizabeth raines]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Juliette was enjoying a well earned day off. Though she loved her new job of finally being able to use her nursing degree, she also enjoyed having a day to herself to relax. And Juliette’s idea of relaxing was taking a walk in the park, on the same feet she spent up to ten hours a day on. But she didn’t mind as she followed the path, avoiding runners who came her way along the path. She turned her head up as she watched the slightly cloudy skies. It was a clear day for weather though; despite the clouds it was just warm enough to where the breeze didn’t bother her with the sweater on.

She stopped to observe some kids playing soccer on the grass that was spurting up in places. Nothing was really green, green yet but she could feel the signs of the new springtime coming along. Juliette loved the spring time, especially this year. She had been through a lot in the months before moving to Georgia, so this new season was especially pleasing for her. Juliette should be dead, with her mother-but she wasn’t. This was something big for her, even if her mother had passed away and she missed her immensely. At least she was no longer in Maine having to face those awful memories. And her lawyers were taking care of everything that needed to be taking care of.

She peeled her eyes away from the game as she found an empty bench to relax on. Juliette would have to buy a new bicycle to ride about on. She left her old one back in Maine along with many of the harder memories. This was her time to start over in every way and Juliette would take it as it came.

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tagged;; oliver
word count;; two-hundred ninety-eight
outfit;; secretly romantic
notes;; she is a sweetheart<3 & not one of my best starting posts haha
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[oliver mercury gray]

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll

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Oliver walked down a clear path in the park, a frappuccino in hand. It was fairly nice out today. Usually, on days like this, he would have taken his guitar down here and played for tips. It was something he did on his days off; which, surprisingly, actually earned him a decent amount of money. Plus, it was a lot better then spending his day at Starbucks. Sure, it paid decent and he got as many free cups of coffee as his heart desired. But, he couldn’t stand half of the people that came in. Most of them were extremely rude, had no idea what they wanted and held up the line, or took out their anger on him. Although, on rare occasions, someone somewhat polite would come into the shop. And, sadly, today was filled with the usual customers.

He kept walking, unsure what to do for the rest of the day. So far Elizabeth’s Hollow was anything but exciting. In the four months he had lived here, he had yet to really befriend anyone or even as much as talk to anyone. True, he wasn’t the most talkative person. But, even in New Orleans, he had made a few acquaintances he talked to every now and then. He just wished that he could find someone here. He continued to walk down the path, still trying to find out what he could do. He wanted to go to the movies, but the people at the theater probably remembered him by now. He had gone there a lot recently; as usual, by himself. And he didn’t want them to feel bad for him because he had no friends.

Sighing, Oliver decided to just head home for the day. There had to be something decent he could watch on TV. If not, he could just study, as much fun as that was. He turned around, now walking toward his apartment. He sipped the caramel drink he was still holding and nearly choked on it when he spotted a girl sitting on a bench a few feet in front of him. As corny as it was, he was shocked at how pretty she was. And, for a moment, he thought it was love at first sight; possibly God’s way of apologizing for how crappy life had been lately. He was tempted to go up to talk to her. But, he was way to shy to talk to someone who looked like her. Plus, with his luck, she was probably stuck up. Just as he was about to start walking again, he felt something slam into him and he fell over; his drink slipping all over him. He looked up to see a jogger had ran into him. And, he had no intention of apologizing, because he just kept running.

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[juliette elizabeth raines]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Juliette was a girl not sure about her own story. While her heart was open and full others, it was hard for her to believe in love much more after everything she had been through. Her father had never really loved her mother and her-she didn’t even have a single non-professional photo with him. But, people could always fake things in front of people. But being completely disconnected from him made her realize even more how awful her life had been and how Juliette didn’t want that to ever happen again…

But Juliette was here to forget and start over from that life. While Juliette would have to take a few more trips back to Maine, she was able to start over. She had her own apartment and pictures of her mother everywhere-something completely different from what she was used to. She was searching through her phone to check her messages while lost in her thoughts about her family, work and everything she still had to do here. Starting over was incredibly hard but rewarding.

Juliette’s head snapped up and the sound of solid body hitting solid ground. Being a nurse she tended to peek up at these type of things. As she left her bag on the bench, she moved to where the man had been knocked over. Her eyes narrowed as she muttered an ’A*shole’ under her breath. From there she knelt down on the pavement as she pushed loose hair behind her ear. ”Hey are you ok? I’m a nurse and that’s gotta be a nasty spill.” Her hand reached out to touch his arm shyly. She had been this close to a guy not working in a while and he was rather cute but brushed it off. Juliette had never been on lucky with love. ”Does your head hurt at all?” As far as she could tell there were no broken bones, though the smell and sight of coffee showed he would be rather disheveled in standing.

As she stood back up, Juliette shrugged to try to offer her hand to help him. If the person who had been a jerk couldn’t stand up to help, there had to be someone else there to help him.

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tagged;; oliver
word count;; three-hundred seventy
outfit;; secretly romantic
notes;; she is a sweetheart<3 & not one of my best starting posts haha
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[oliver mercury gray]

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll

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Oliver lay on the ground for a moment, his eyes closed. He was too scared to open them because he was pretty sure that the girl had seen him fall. He wished that he could just evaporate into the air, so he wouldn’t have to see the look on her face. She was probably laughing at him and that made him feel even worse then he did. His head hurt like hell, making him not want to move anymore. But he reluctantly sat up when he heard someone asking him if he was alright. And, it wasn’t the jogger who had knocked him over. Much to his surprise, it was a female voice. It shocked him even more when he saw the girl he had spotted earlier kneeling down beside him.

For a moment, he stared at her dumbfounded. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Mainly because he was scared that he’d say something stupid. “Umm… Yeah. I’m fine.” He mumbled, self-consciously rubbing his throbbing head. He looked down at his clothes, which her now covered in the frozen beverage he had been holding a few minutes ago. He could feel the coffee seeping through his clothes, making feel even more awkward then he already did. Right now, he just wanted to get home as soon as possible and take a shower; to wash away the coffee and embarrassment he currently felt.

“No.” he lied, when she asked him about his head. He didn’t feel like admitting it to her. She would probably just laugh about it as soon as he left. “It doesn’t hurt.” Although, to be honest, his head felt like someone had just hit it with a hammer. He rubbed it again, hoping that she’d just walk away. When she held out her hand, he wasn’t sure whether to take it or not. It was really weird that a girl was actually acknowledging his existence; yet alone being nice to him. And, which made it even weirder, she was pretty too. He eventually grabbed her hand and his face turned a bright shade of red as soon as their skin touched. He managed to get up, trying not to move his head to much. “Um… thanks.” He managed to say, avoiding her gaze.

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[juliette elizabeth raines]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Juliette wasn’t a girl who stood back and watched, which is one reason she went into nursing. Even living at home she had gotten it a lot worse then she should have because she stepped in to try and protect her mother often. To this day she wished the events of that day had played out a lot differently than they did. Juliette could have come home earlier and stopped everything from progressing or maybe she should have taken self defense classes…Either way, everything played out with karma to where she was now. She rented a small one bedroom home, had a career now and was meeting new people-even in strange circumstances such as this. Maybe her mother was watching out for her and letting good things come her way? Despite it all, Juliette still tried to find the good, even if she locked her secrets deep inside.

Juliette herself could be pretty clutzy, though it was the bikers fault that the gentleman had fallen. Her warm smile appeared as she brushed the hair back from her face. ”Well that’s good then.” Though it was messy the coffee smelt good, which was a little amusing on that level only. She was a mean person, with one exception, so it’s not like she laughed out loud or made any comments to this guy she just met; it was the reason why she went into nursing because you had to have a kind heart. Yes, Juliette did have her flaws, but she wasn’t a snob or a princess, even if she may appear to be like one.

Juliette was slightly skeptical about him saying that his head didn’t hurt. She saw him rubbing the back of his head, but for now she let it be. If he was wise enough when it got bad he’d go to take care of it. Usually people didn’t like brain damage. Either way, she wouldn’t press the issue mostly because they had just met. As soon as they were facing each other, her eyes shyly looked downwards. While she could be open at first meeting, it was different with guys. With a clearing of her throat, she tried to pass that by; Juliette was still going through a lot of rough patches and something told her that karma wasn’t giving her the good yet anyways. ”I’m Juliette by the way. I just moved to town.” But that was no reason why she couldn’t make friends with someone, no matter how adorable he came off as. Besides, no one needed to know about the dark past of her previous last name…

For a moment she wasn’t sure what else to say. He was obviously covered in coffee but she had just met him and wanted to get to know him; she didn’t know many people and he seemed nice enough from the few words spoken. But Juliette wasn’t entirely sure on what to do or say without sounding slightly creepy or just flat out weird so instead just left it with giving him her name. But after a moment, her little brain kicked in. She carried tissues in her purse, it could at least help wash up his skin. After she held up a finger, she grabbed her purse off the bench and looked through it as she waited for a couple to pass who was walking. ”It’s not much, but maybe it can keep your skin from getting sticky.” It was just a small pack of tissues but she held it out for him to take or refuse however he wanted.

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tagged;; oliver
word count;; five-hundred ninty-five
outfit;; secretly romantic
notes;; she is a sweetheart<3 & not one of my best starting posts haha
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