Julian Larson sighed before putting on his sunglasses, steadying himself to walk past the masses of screaming fangirls. Another day of screeches that could rupture his eardrum, another endless string of 'Julian, we love you', 'Julian, sign this' and 'Julian, take a picture with me!' He was so sick of this. If only anyone would see the real Julian, if only one of those declarations of love were earnest...
But that was the price of fame, he figured. And maybe, someday...
The backdoor of the studio opened, and the security had trouble holding the fans back. Immediately the noise swelled up, making it impossible to understand anything other then Julian's name being shouted over and over.
Julian took a few steps outside, his limo was parked just a few feet away. The sun hit his face, and despite his sunglasses he had to blink to adjust to the sudden brightness. And that was the moment he saw him.
A tall, dark-haired boy, standing in the midst of the young girls crying and fainting because they saw Grant from 'Something Damaged'. Broad shoulders, nice smile. Sad eyes.
In one blink of the eye, Julian saw himself and this boy, walking hand in hand across a red carpet, arm in arm in some magazine, at home in his L.A. apartment cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. And in the blink of an eye, he was at his car and his bodyguard helped him climb inside.
Julian tried to look through the tinted glass, ripping off his sunglasses so he could see better. But it was useless. The car started to drive off, before Julian could get another glimpse of the boy.
Deep inside, Julian vowed to keep an eye out for him. He needed to know who that boy was!
