Chapter Four

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   The rest of the weekend went by fairly uneventful for Julie. She quietly sat through practice on Saturday morning, and practically ran to her uncle's car when practice was over to avoid all the boys. She definitely didn't want to see Rob, and she knew that the boys who hadn't witnessed her crying in the parking lot had certainly heard about it by now. Julie felt absolutely humiliated about how it had happened. She never intended for anyone to witness it, but of course she never intended it to play out the way it did. Julie never expected Rob to just immediately forgive her, but she was shocked out how he had reacted. She tried not to wallow too much on Saturday, instead choosing to spend it with her cousins playing board games. Sunday was the team's off day, so she got to sleep in. Julie was just stretching out in bed late in the morning when the phone beside her bed rang.

    "Brooks residence," Julie tried not to yawn as she answered the phone.

    "Hi, Jules!"

    "Tommy! Oh my lord, it's so good to hear your voice," Julie immediately sat up in bed, fully awake now. Just hearing one of her closest friends' voices excited her.

    "How ya doin', sweetheart?"

    "Oh, I'm...alright. I haven't managed to make up with Mac yet. In fact, we got in a huge fight in front of some of his teammates. It was so embarrassing, Tom. I cried in front of them," Julie groaned, rubbing her forehead.

    "Mac will come around. Just focus on getting your shit together, and I'm sure he'll see you're trying. Speaking of which, how are you feeling? Ya know, with all that?"

    "I mean, I can't say it's as bad as the first week. Still not easy, but I think I'll get through it. I feel kind of anxious sometimes, but strangely I've been sleeping pretty well. It's kind of nice to be back in my old room."

    "How many of the hockey players have you shagged?"

    Julie gasped, trying not to laugh.

    "Shut up, Tom! I haven't slept with anyone!"

    "Yeah, yeah, you will eventually. All those boys around, you'll be bored. It's just what'll happen. You can have a hockey baby!"

    Julie laughed harder, shaking her head. Tom loved to mess with people, especially her. He always knew how to make her feel better when she really felt terrible.

    "Speaking of babies, how's Susan?"

    "She's ready to get this thing out. They've officially decided on names. Linda Marie if it's a girl. Kevin Steven if it's a boy. Oh, and get this! They asked Jim and Cyndi to be the godparents, and the two of them had the nerve to act all confused. Like we didn't all know they were together. They really thought they were being sneaky," Tom scoffed. Julie giggled quietly, she was glad someone had finally called them out. She couldn't help but be a little sad; she was missing important stuff after all. She wasn't going to be there when the baby was born. Who knows how long it would be before she go to be back in LA to finally meet the little angel?

    "Someone better call me the moment that baby is born. Hey, how was the party with the Stones the other night?" She bit her lip, silently praying that Tom would tell her that everyone missed her and was asking about her.

    "It was fun, not as much fun without you though. Mick told me to tell you good luck with everything. Everyone sends their love. I probably had to answer the question 'Where's Jules tonight?' seventeen times that night."

    Julie couldn't help but smile widely. She hadn't been totally forgotten in LA. Thoughts of Tom and her tearing up the party scene in Hollywood flooded Julie's mind. They used to be a dynamic duo, hitting all the parties up and down the Sunset Strip. Shots, lines, joints, and who knows what else would be sprinkled throughout their night. Julie can't imagine going to a Rolling Stones party without Tommy, and she secretly hoped he was missing her just as much as she was missing him.

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