like you do | leah clearwater

agree to disagree

"So, what is this?" Juliet had half a mind to fling paint behind her. However, she just let out a breath and continued painting.

"It's art, Jake." Embry jokingly shoved Jake's shoulder. "Don't you have any class?"

"Class? What class?" Jake snorted. "Yeah, my garage-the pinnacle of fine art and class."

"Well, it's better than your closet of a bedroom." Quil was laying in the hollowed out shell of Jake's future car. Pretty much all that was left was the front seats, but that made it easy to sit in while Jake slacked off. Jake glared back at him, while Embry snickered away. Juliet sighed, a swipe of blue moving across the canvas.

"Can't you guys go be annoying somewhere else?" She huffed. "This is due in two days."

"What? You're in my garage!" Jake argued. "How is that fair?"

"Billy told me I could use it, you just showed up." She snorted, taking a step back and looking at the canvas. It wasn't too big, and mostly done by now. "Besides, Bella's probably home by now, and my dad'll kill me if I get paint all over the kitchen again." A watch beeped, and Quil gasped. Juliet turned around just in time to see Quil scrambling out of the car.

"I gotta go." He hurried, picking up his backpack. "My moms gonna kill me, I told her I'd be home already."

"I should go, too." Embry stood up, his arms stretching up slowly. "Later dorks."

"Bye guys." Juliet waved, a bit of light blue paint flicking up onto the ceiling. Jake waved, and rain swirled inside when the pair left.

"So." Jake leaned back, the toolbox clinking as his heels hit against it. "We're all going to First on Saturday. Any chance you're not working?"

"Ha, good joke." She snorted, changing brushes. "I probably won't have too much free time for a while, Jake."

"What? Why?" He sighed.

"Work, school!" She sighed. "You know, end of the school year stuff."

"Jules, it's March." He snorted. "What's the real reason?"

"That is the real reason!" She exclaimed. "I'm graduating next year, you know? Teachers get all crazy about that shit. You should see what Leah has to deal with right now."

"Yeah...Leah..." Juliet's eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at him. "No offense to Leah I guess, but how can she actually be fun to hang out with? I mean, isn't she like...angry or sad all the time or something?" Juliet huffed.

"No." Her voice was sharp and a deep frown set on her face, though Jake couldn't see as she'd begun to paint again. "She's not. It this is about that whole thing with Sam-"

"Of course it's about Sam!" Jake laughed. "With Leah, it's always about Sam." Juliet put her stuff down and turned around, her arms wrapping tightly across her chest. "Oh come on, Jules, it ain't that serious."

"She's my best friend, Jake!" Juliet huffed. "You don't get it, none of you do. He left her for her cousin! After they met like once, by the way, and literally got engaged three months ago!"

"And it's been years." Jake rolled his eyes. "I know that I would be over it by now. She just needs to move on."

"Don't you think she's trying?" A loud crack of lightning sounded, stopping them. After a few moments, Juliet sighed letting her arms fall to her sides. "She's not a bad person, Jake. She's just heartbroken." Jake didn't look like he wanted to believe what she was saying. "I should get home, anyway. Do you mind if I leave this here?"

"Course not." The harsh, sarcastic tone had fallen from his voice. "Drive safe, okay? That old truck might not make it in this weather." She snorted, rolling her eyes as she shrugged on her jacket.

"My truck is perfect, Jake." She started for the door, Jake falling into step beside her. She pulled her keys from her backpack before slinging it on her back. "It's not this piece of shit." She kicked the tire of Jake's car as she passed.

"Agree to disagree." Jake stopped in the doorway, leaning against the open shed door. "See you in the morning?" He held up his fist, looking at her expectantly.

"See you in the morning."