8: Part 1

"What's up?" Olivia asked as she made her way to the fluffy bed and flopped on it, bouncing slightly on it. "Ah," she moaned. "It feels like I'm on top of the clouds," She said, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.

"Olivia! Shut up. We have to get out of here," I said as I skipped towards her. Her eyes shot open and she gave me a puzzled look.

"Why?" she asked. "It's so nice here," she gave me a sly grin, "Juliet."

I groaned. "I'm not Juliet! Don't call me that for God's sake!"

Olivia sat up on the bed, eyeing the door from which we came in from. She took my hands in hers, focusing her gaze on me. "Look Julie, I know you're not Juliet. You know you're not Juliet. Except for us two, nobody knows you're not Juliet."

"So?" I asked, even though I knew where exactly she was going with with this.

She just looked at me like I've grown three heads. "Don't you know what this means? Do you even know who the Jenson's are?"

I scrunched up my