@honeysuckleds said : “ i wish this could last forever. ” / ☢
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i wish this could last forever. though it's fabricated, she flashes a smile. she doesn’t know how to respond to him without lying, and she really doesn’t want to lie to him. as soon as wyatt looks away, her mouth relaxes into a frown. julia came here with the expectation that in three months she would be out of this hell hole and the memories would be out of her mind quicker than she can down a glass of champagne. by this time next year, she’d get her trust fund and then she wouldn’t even be able to remember she spent a whole, dreadful summer at camp evergreen. if she can recall it’s name, that is. and yet, it grew to be much more complicated. wyatt changed everything. god, he’s annoying. he had encouraged her to do things she hadn’t done before and he was right by her side each and every one of those moments. he somehow even got her to do boring camp activities because with him they were anything but boring. what was supposed to be the worst experience of her life turned out to be the happiest one she’s had. she has wyatt and his inability to give up on her to thank for that.
it didn’t have to be this way. it could be simple again. julia has the option of picking wyatt over her parents and just letting the rest fall into place. however, she still has this little voice in the back of her head reminding her how good life is back at home, how perfect it is. for a long time, she’s held her past on a pedestal and that’s why no matter how extraordinary being with wyatt is, she has to return home. it’s too comfortable not to. he may have broken her out a shell, but nothing can take her from her lavish lifestyle. she was going to go home and all aspects of her world were to remain the same. she shouldn’t have been so stupid. it’s her own fault for getting herself mixed up with some random guy. it’s like she told ivy: this is camp, this isn’t the real world. she got lost in this daydream, now it was time to wake up.
except she can’t help thinking he’s not just some guy. as she lay next to him, an arm around her shoulder keeping her close, this doesn’t feel like she’s dreaming. so, maybe she can reply without outright lying. she does want to stay like this forever. the only problem being that she knows, deep down, it’s not going to happen. the truth is unavoidable and this is going to be their last conversation before the sun rises and julia breaks the news. and probably his heart in the process. it’s kinda sad, he has no idea what is in store for him tomorrow morning. she keeps putting off their goodbye in order to spare his feelings, at least that’s what she tells herself. honestly, she wants to spend as much time with him as possible because she did–––– does–––– like him. procrastinating and dragging it out until the last minute had been her plan since she realized how she felt about him. and also a little part of her believed that maybe he would get sick of her and finish it for himself. no one else had put up with her for a whole summer and it would’ve made their situation much, much easier for her. but considering the fact they were currently falling asleep next to each other, that wasn’t the case. it’s going to be awful. sure, hurting others is second nature to julia, but not with wyatt. hurting him is different. although, that wasn’t going to stop her.
“ me too. ”
my muse tells your muse that they need to break up. julia didn’t get any sleep that night. she spent most of it staring at the ceiling. the thought of what she was going to tell him in a few hours was too much stress to even keep her eyes closed. once she decided there was going to be no sleeping for her, she snuck out from under wyatt’s embrace and his cabin. it was far past curfew, but when did she ever care about the rules of camp? seriously, what were they going to do? kick her out on the last day? no way in hell. at first, she believed stopping by a few of the places with the best memories would be the best choice for a night like this. like most of julia’s ideas, it was a bad one. it ended up upsetting her more. having been reminded of her favorite things made the reality of leaving tug at her heart strings. all she ever wanted since stepping foot at this place was to go home. now, not being here seems impossible.
the sun began to come up over the horizon as she gently swung on the hammock she and wyatt had fallen asleep at on a few occasions. it also happened to be the place she very aggressively forced him to make the first move between them. ew, being sad is not it. julia quickly rose to her feet and took the usual path to her cabin. there’s no better time than the present to start packing. and it’s going to take a while to put her ridiculous amount of belonging in their appropriate bags. that’s when she reached under her bed and came across those shoes–––– the same shoes one of the nasty campers threw up on. the shoes wyatt cleaned and then flipped her life upside down.
the click of the screen door causes julia to jump, slightly. she wasn’t expecting someone to come in so early and the sound startles her. she turns to see what monster is up at this hour to bother her. wyatt, of course. she forgotten he woke at the ass crack of dawn. when he asks her where she’d run off to this morning, she gulps. “ i... ” julia cautiously places her jimmy choos on top of the luggage and shrugs. pretending there was nothing wrong is starting to eat away at her, she can’t put this show on for much longer. it had to end now. “ i’m sorry, ” any signs of gratitude disappears from her features and she takes a step back, “ i can’t. ” there’s a pause as she takes a deep breath. she has to be as stoic as ever, or else he’d alter the decision with ease. “ i can’t do this. ”
“ we’re leaving today, so i think we should just stop whatever this is now. ”
⋆ @𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 : ‘ maybe we should find the person who stole your positive attitude. ’ wyatt x julia
“ when have you ever known me to have a positive attitude? ” she throws her hands up in despair, genuinely wondering how he could answer the question in favor of his side of the argument. julia sits on a worn out beach chair at the edge of the dock. she has been, for a while now, at the request of wyatt. he told her he had something very important to do and wanted her to be there when he did it. and yet when she readily agreed, she didn’t envision the task taking–––– julia lifts her phone from her lap, her eyes fixate to the time flashing on the screen–––– an hour and twenty eight minutes. “ and i’m sorry, wyatt, but seriously... how much longer do you need me here to watch you land your perfect cannonball? ”
❛ you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. ❜ and ❛ you didn’t miss me, not even a little? ❜ for wyatt and julia :p
dinner is the usual; reheated vomit with a side of trash. julia took one bite and it was so hard to keep down that her eyes began to water. a mistake she makes every night, stupidly assuming the food would somehow get better over night. after the taste test, she opts out at finishing and decides to uses her fork to swirl the food around the plate as she listens to wyatt ramble on and on, about something stupid a camper of his did today, with his mouth full, obviously. moments later, out of the corner of her eye, she recognizes a familiar figure passing by. her gaze moves from the tray of food, towards the silhouette, to establish who it is. jasmine. their relationship had become somewhat strained, you could say, after that brilliant ‘ prank ’ of hers, but julia doesn’t understand why. she truly believes she should be receiving praises and thanks for what she’s done. she did the girl a favor by showing her how untrustworthy her friends are–––– ignoring the paradoxical fact that, in order to do it, she flat out lied. “jasmine,” she calls out, loud enough to be heard by the other. when jasmine turns her head to see where the voice is coming from, julia drops the useless utensil and waves her down with a cordial smile. “over here!” regardless of her effort, jasmine looks away, maintaining an emotionless expression, and keeps walking. she examines her path, until she sees she’s taken a seat with a few of their fellow counselors instead. “ugh,” julia groans, withdrawing the smile she had worn, and flips her hair over her shoulder. she doesn’t address the incident, but wyatt is practically on her lap; of course he saw the whole thing play out. you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. his remark is made ever so softly (and thankfully after swallowing his food) into her ear.
he’s annoyingly right. he typically is, and she hates that about him. she hates how admirable the quality he possesses is; partially due to her constant demand to be right and unwanted habit of simultaneously being twice as stubborn. therefore, when she takes the opposing side, to spite him, she’s the person who is completely and embarrassingly wrong. meaning, either way she loses. and addition to that, she hates it partially because she doesn’t want to admire him at all. yet here he is–––– clashing-colored hawaiian shirt, collar half sticking up and half folded down, disheveled hair long enough to block his vision, and eating with his hands by choice–––– compelling her to think otherwise. it’d be easier to tell him the truth: yeah, wyatt, you’re right. i do care, a lot, and you know me as well as you think you do. maybe more. except, she wouldn’t be julia carlisle if she did. alternately, she locks eyes with him and lean in as close as she can without meeting his lips, but seeming as though she just might. before wyatt can react, she peers up at a small lock of his hair that’s fallen against his forehead, and almost in front of his eyes. angling her body away from him once again, julia takes the strand and wraps it around one of her fingers, which is quite literally where she has him. “you don’t know anything,” she whispers in response and then straightens her posture, letting go of any hold she had on him. he’s seen through the act tons of times and he’ll probably see through this act, too. nevertheless, she has no more to say on the topic. out loud, at least. she could go on to tell herself she has found a friend in jasmine, but she’s totally taken that for granted and is scared it’s irreparable. similar to wyatt, jasmine means something to julia, and she knows how important a friendship such as theirs can be. and in the end, the scary truth remains, if that thought didn’t stop her from jeopardizing that with jasmine, what makes her think it will when it comes to wyatt?
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : ACCEPTING .
❛ you didn’t miss me, not even a little? ❜
“what? no… are you doing one of your joke-things?” she turns around, hiding the bright, giddy smile that’s now taken over her face. it isn’t until this moment that she spots his t-shirt on her bed. truth is, julia had missed him. she missed him so much that she wore an article of his clothing to bed the night before. which says a lot about their relationship considering the shirt is not only used, but ugly. she tries her best to grab it sooner than wyatt can notice it there, yet slightly fumbles over her own two feet in the process. julia gracefully saves herself, landing straight up on her bed, and tucks the shirt behind her back. by the smirk displayed on wyatt’s features, he’s clearly aware of exactly what’s happened here. taking a deep breath, she brings the shirt onto her lap and stares down at it. “fine, big foot, you win,” she stands in front of him and slips the shirt on over her head, ruffling up her previously perfect hair in the process. she didn’t mind being uncharacteristically unsophisticated around him, he’s made it obvious that no matter what she did or how imperfect she let herself be, he’d still like her. letting the shirt flow over her white dress, julia shrugs, “i missed you— i missed you, but only a little.”