Make A Wish (Dandelion #1) Read Free Page B

impossible. I didn’t know her and I couldn’t explain why I was drawn to this human girl but once again I was struck with the realization that nothing could ever happen.
    I need a drink.
    With the two parts of me at odds with each other, the man was more than content at drowning my sorrows in a good ole beer.
    Jules emerged only a few minutes later with my ice water in hand.
    “Thank you for the water, Jules. I actually just got a call and I won’t be staying but it was very nice to meet you.” I lied, but it won’t make a difference to her. I stood from the stool and reached into my pocket to grab a few dollar bills, then slapped them onto the counter. With one last look at her, memorizing her every feature, I walked out the doors into the cool, dark night, away from the blond human girl.
     

 

     
    JULIETTE
     
    I had just pulled into my apartment complex when my cell buzzed on the passenger seat beside me. I reached over and flicked the answer button, pulling my lime green iPhone 5c to my ear.
    “What do you want, Saylor?” I answered the phone in my usual quip, knowing it was my best friend. Saylor was in fact the only person who ever called me, besides Jack, who would only call when I didn’t show up for work. It was a sad fact really, but it was my life.
    “You’re coming right?” I heard her yell over the loud music pulsing in the background of Rush , the bar and night club she worked at.
    “Crap.” I sighed, remembering that I’d promised to keep her company during her night shift that evening. “Okay. Give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll head on over.”
    “You got it, girly!” And with a click I was left alone, the silence surrounding me.
    I laid my head down on the steering wheel, thinking and feeling how agonizingly exhausted my body was. I’d give anything to catch a break, but no matter how much I tried, it didn’t happen. My days are as long as they are repetitious.
    “Why? Why me?” I whined, though no one was there to hear me. I glanced at the clock, noticing that four minutes had passed since I’d hung up with Saylor. “Dammit.”
    I climbed out of the car and up the flight of stairs, two at a time, until I reached the door to my apartment on the third floor. Once inside, I rushed over to the bathroom and turned on the curling iron, letting it heat up while I went and got dressed.
    It took me longer than I would’ve liked to flip through the clothes in my closet, finally coming across my favorite sequined aquamarine dress. With a hard tug, it came freely, piles of clothes toppling out with it. But I didn’t care enough to waste time picking up all the spilled clothing. Saylor was waiting.
    I slipped the dress over my head and twirled, the sequins tapping against each other to create a beautiful sound that I’ve come to love. I promptly grabbed my silver stilettos and slipped them over my unpolished toes.
    I walked back into the bathroom while yanking the hair tie from my head, watching the messy bunch cascade around my shoulders, the blue streaks sparkling under the florescent lights. It took me only a couple minutes to curl sporadic strands of hair, then I did a quick brush of makeup and was done. I looked at the clock. “With two minutes to spare. Damn, I’m good.”
     
    ***
     
    I arrived at the bar and had barely stepped past the bouncer and through the main doors when Saylor came bounding up to me.
    “It’s about time. I was minutes away from calling the FBI and telling them you were abducted by aliens.”
    I rolled my eyes but played along. “And what exactly would the aliens want with me?”
    “To use your body as a vessel to take over the world, duh,” Saylor responded, barely blinking.
    I lifted an eyebrow at the ridiculous words that came gushing from her lips. Her ability to come up with crazy comments on the spot never ceased to amaze me. “Oh shut up and get me a drink.”
    “Who peed in your Kool-Aid?” Saylor chuckled in response as she turned and