Jay Cee El

Twenty Five // I'm Sorry

[rewritten]

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Julie's P.O.V        

The tears from my eyes were falling fast as I walked into Liz's bedroom. My half packed suitcase was still sitting on the bed and it only made my frustration to grow. I pushed the heavy black suitcase onto the floor and watched as the contents of it fell to the floor. I only cried harder, falling back onto Liz's bed. I felt so bad for this entire day. I didn't want to start all this drama between the three of us. If I had just let go of my ego we would be great right now. But no, I couldn't. I can never let go of my ego.

I didn't want to fight with the two of them like this. I wanted to get along with them, I wanted to be a part of this band. They'd be so much better without me, they wouldn't have all this drama surrounding them. But I wanted this so bad. I wanted, no I needed this. I needed the two of them. After losing my mom, and then my friends, I need this. I need people to be on my side for once. I know that my family is but they aren't family. They don't care like they should. The only one who ever bothered to was my aunt, though I don't know how where we stand these days.

I would give anything to go back to boot camp. I would give anything to take back the way I treated Liz. She's not a prude and she's not fake. If anything, she's realer than anyone I've ever met. I hardly know her but I know that she cares for things too much. She gets attached. She never judges and never expects to be judged, which can be such a curse for her. She's the sweetest person I've ever met and she did not deserve the harsh words I've thrown her way.

And Caitlin. Oh Caitlin. She was a real bitch. But she was the good type of bitch. She didn't put up with my shit and I knew that she would never. In three years from now, whether we are still together or not, she won't put up with my shit. If it weren't for her, I don't think that I would have realized my mistakes until much later, until it was too late. I knew that I had to apologize to the two of them. The only problem was getting past my big ego. I wanted to, but it was so much harder than it seemed.

Just as I was wiping the tears from my eyes, the bedroom door pushed open. Liz's head popped out and she sent me a nervous smile. "Hey... I figured you might be hungry or thirsty so I..." She trailed off, slowly walking into the room. In her hand was a water bottle and a few chocolate chip cookies.

Her sweet gesture caused me to cry harder. Liz panicked and came over to the bed, putting down the things she brought and sitting next to me. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder and she pulled me into a hug. Normally I would've pushed her off, but I needed the hug. I cried harder and wrapped my arms around her slim waist.

"I'm sorry," I cried, "I'm really sorry."

Liz shook her head and pulled me tight. "Shh, it's alright. You're alright." She said.

"No, no. I'm really sorry Liz, for everything." I said, sitting up to look at her. I wiped my eyes before continuing. "I swear, I don't hate you, not even a little bit. And you're not a prude or anything like that. You're an amazing person and I shouldn't have tried to push you over. And I'm so sorry for fighting with you like this." I said.

"Julie, it's fine. It's okay, I forgive you. You were adjusting from being a solo artist into a group. I get it. Don't cry anymore, it's okay." Liz said.

"See? You're so great and I'm just a shit person. And so is Caitlin. Where is she? Caitlin!" I said, yelling the last part. The door slowly pushed open and Caitlin sheepishly walked into the room. She was listening in, I knew that. But I wasn't mad. Instead, I stood up and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her. Caitlin giggled and hugged me back.