* 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿.

Initially, Elliot doesn’t really plan on speaking to Jules anytime soon, if ever. He knows they fucked up with how they hurt Rue, and it’s not his intention to repeat their mistakes, even if Rue is off at rehab again and it’s been forever since they’ve spoken to her.

But it’s the middle of the summer and shit has kind of been dull without Jules or Rue, admittedly. He’s had more time than usual to think about the ways their friendship fell apart, and the things he did wrong.

So he drives to Jules’s place that night, with honestly no idea what he even intends to say.

Jules’s dad lets him in to go up to her room, and his fist raps lightly on the door before it opens.

Seeing her again kind of makes his throat dry– like, he still sees her across the hallway at school, but this is different. She’s looking at him again, with those pretty blue eyes full of guarded emotion.

Elliot clears his throat, trying to figure out how to explain why he’s here. “Hey,” he starts, voice soft; quiet. “I know it’s been forever, and if you want to close the door in my face, I get it. But I keep thinking about what happened and I was wondering if… I dunno, if we could talk.”

           summer. it’s jules’ favorite season. albeit they didn’t really get seasons here at east highland, it’s usually hot and hotter or rainy ... summer was still jules’ favorite. summer meant road trips and colorful sunsets and warm oceans. it meant freedom, and fun, and friends.

     friends ... she’d been hanging out a lot with maddy and kat and bb lately. everything sort of shifted after everything that happened with rue and cassie. the girls were still lively and fun and wild. as they should be. but when it was quiet and the summer air settled. you could taste the nostalgia.

          jules sat there on their bed in these really soft baby blue pajamas they’d just bought from costco. small white stars were drawn across the fabric, and elliot couldn’t see, but those same stars were drawn in jules’ eyes as she looked up to meet his. fleeting.

     he was right. they did want to close the door in his face. just as much as she wanted to give him a hug. but there she stood – or well, sat – her ground. there was no satisfaction to give elliot. in fact, just scrolling upon her tik tok fyp the other day, she remembered what someone said about closure:

          closure is just two people deciding what the real story was.