JULIAN FELL IN LOVE WITH LOGAN WHEN HE WAS LEAVING SCHOOL FOR SOME JOB
AND LOGAN BASICALLY TOLD HIM THAT “YOU CAN ALWAYS COME BACK WHEN HOLLYWOOD SUCKS ASS BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND YOU ANNOYING SON OF A BITCH AND I WANT YOU TO HAVE SOMETHING TO FALL BACK TO OKAY SO GO OUT THERE AND KICK SOME ASS BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’LL DO GREAT.”
,MPTHERFUCK THEY’RE SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER THEY JUST DON’T KNOW IT YET AND NOW KFGREOIJGTOLKDJFG FUCK WHY FUCK
JULIANS IN A COMA AND LOGAN PLAYS PIANO AND SINGS FOR HIM WHILE HE WAITS FOR JULIAN TO WAKE UP
OH AND BY THE WAY
LOGAN ONLY PLAYS PIANO FOR JULIAN AND NOT DEREK
Paring: Jogan/ minor Larythe
Plot: Letters to Juliet au. Logan is spending the summer with his father and Michelle at their house in Verona. Julian is on vacation with his fiancée, Sebastian, in an attempt to bring some romance back into their relationship. But when Logan finds Julian’s letter to Juliet he makes it his mission to find him.
A/N: Thank you so much to wonderful, amazing, fabulous Hela for being my beta, you’re a star! So you don’t have to have seen the movie to understand this fic, I’m keeping the general arc but the story itself will be different. Not sure how many chapters there will be yet, I’m thinking around 8 or 9. Okay I’ll shut up now :)
Characters belong to CP Coulter
“What?…Sorry J, you know I’m swamped in work right now.” Sebastian replies distractedly, eyes focused on his computer.
Julian sighs exasperatedly, “I want to talk to you.”
yes I can’t wait for more.
I CAN’T EVEN EMOTE I JUST NO BUT YES BUT EVERYONE SEES IT I JUST HOW WHAT GIMME PART TWO.
AND STUART TRIO.
Inspired by one of CP’s plurk posts on this pic.
He brings his hands up to rub at his tired eyes. “Do you know how many lanky brunettes are there in Dalton?? I look every time one passes. Even when I know it’s not you. I still LOOK…just to make sure. This crazy part of me is convinced that if I look hard enough, one day it will be you walking by. And I’d kick myself if I missed it-..”
The first time it happens, they’re in Julian’s room for their traditional last-weekend-of-the-month movie night, just the three of them, Derek, Julian and Logan. The bed is littered with all kinds of snacks and Derek’s complaining about how he can “barely move without lying on one of Logan’s special boy treats”. Logan is ignoring him as best he can, sticking to his allergy-friendly, nut-and-food-dye-free snacks and trying to focus on what’s happening on-screen. Julian is concentrating on keeping his breathing nice and even and ignoring the tingles shooting through his body from every single point Logan’s body is touching his. It’s difficult, because they’re three boys on one bed, so they’re squeezed together, and Julian can feel it in his very bones every time Logan breathes. He can feel the way the silky white, almost invisible hairs on Logan’s right arm brush against the darker hairs on his left. He can’t move away, because he’s sandwiched between his two friends and he has never been less comfortable with that since the Brightman twins cornered him and turned him into, in their words, “the meat-patty in a fart-sandwich”. On that occasion, he had decided that he really didn’t want to know what the Windsors were fed to make them so gassy. Now, though, gas is the last thing on his mind, because Logan is shifting again and he has to take steadying breaths again. It’s actually working, but then Derek, the idiot, suddenly sits up and the mattress bounces and Julian can’t react before his head collides with Logan’s. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but the three seconds, when Logan is breathing right into his ear, are enough to send him scrambling over Derek to get off the bed as fast as possible. He mumbles something about needing the bathroom and leaves them to stare after him.
just reread chapter 12 of Dalton, one of my very favorite chapters.
I forgot what it was like to read Dalton without caring about Jogan.
it was kind of nice for a few minutes.