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Who hates you?

That... that jerkface.

Him.

[Smiles a little, amused.] That doesn't really narrow it down. I think there are a lot of jerkfaces around.

Yeah- but he's the biggest jerkface of them all.

[Fights back a grin. He doesn't want her to think he's laughing at her.] I'm sure he is. He certainly sounds like an idiot to me.

*He is so laughing at her. They always laugh at her. She pouts a bit, utterly defeated*
And I really liked him... y'know?

[No no, he's definitely not laughing at her. He controls the grin as best he can, his mouth a little screwed up in the process.] I'm sure you did, otherwise you wouldn't be so cut up about it.

...Just so you know, I wasn't laughing at you. I'm sorry if it seemed that way.

You weren't?
*blinks*

Everyone does.... *she smiles at him* I'm Rome.
You know how it is? To be totally heartbroken? Lost? Betrayed? Forgotten without even being used?

Nope. Not at all.

Then they're jerks. [He smiles back at her.] I'm Julian, but you can call me Jules.

Well, um, not really... [Shifts awkwardly. How to tell a cute girl you've never been involved?] I mean, I sometimes feel like my dad betrays me... But I don't think that's the same...

*blushes, just a bit*
They really are.

*holds her hand out, bouncing on her heels* Jules it is!

*then, a bit pathetically, she pouts*
Lucky. If my father was all whom had betrayed me, then I would count my stars and blessing and sheep.

[His smile brightens. A blush is better than a pout!]

[Accepts her hand, shaking it.] Nice to meet you!

Trust me, you don't want my father. Or a father like mine.

And why is that?

Because he's an overbearing busybody who is trying to relive his life vicariously through me.

...or something like that.

That... sucks. *frowns*
I'm sorry about that Jules. *and lays a hand on his arm, just to be supportive*

[Smiles at her.]

It's alright. I mean, I can deal with it. I have my whole life.

Exactly! *smiles again, though less bright*
What do you want to do with it?

Heh, I don't really know, you know? Not whatever my dad wants me to do, I know that much.

What does he want you to do?

Marry a girl of his choosing and take over the family business.

*she frowns and stuffs her hands in her pockets*

Sounds like my dad.

[Gives her a sympathetic smile.]

You, too? Family kinda well-off?

*smiles back, nodding*
With their own plans in mind of whom I should date, where, and how so.

[Laughs] Sounds like they studied at the same parenting school or something.

Bet they did. *laughs a little*

All stiff and... adult and all that.