Summary: Julian Larson is heart broken, lonely, and torn between the love he harbors for Logan Wright. However, there are other people who start flashing into mind when the word "Love" is thrown into the air. Jogan & Juliark (Julogiark love triangle extraordinaire).
A.N
Alas! The first Jogan/Juliark I started with. The idea's been sitting in my head ever since we found out about Julian's "little crush". Hopefully it won't be such slow going as this first chapter was. My muse is up and running around in my head at the moment, but I make no promises.
So...this will be probably more than a couple chapters (I have A LOT of plans for it). There will be both Jogan and Juliark further along.
We start out with some classy angst, and we'll see where it heads from there my friends! Either way, I hope you enjoy :)
Also, almost forgot, none of this is mine besides the plot. Dalton belongs to Glee, and Julian and co belong to Miss CP, whose story of the lives of those in Dalton, is linked on my profile page.
Chapter 1 : Leaving
Julian Larson sat alone on his bed, hands in his hair hiding his face, breath coming short. He wasn't going to cry; that's what he kept telling himself, and truth be told, he probably wouldn't. Not tonight anyway. Tonight he had to pack.
Oh right. Packing. Fuck.
The luscious brunette groaned and fell back on his dorm room bed a minute before getting up, pacing around the room a few times, and finally settling on throwing everything from his closet into the suitcase he had barely unpacked. Truth be told, Julian hated packing up. Over the past years, he'd learned to associate it with another rejection from Logan Wright. The blond boy with those green eyes he would kill for. If only. But Logan didn't have feelings for Julian, and probably never would. Especially with the way he looked at that small kid Kurt. Kurt. His stupidly innocent charm and perfect grooming; no, Julian never had a chance, and it was too painful to even think about staying just to have his heart ripped out again.
Logan.
Julian let out an audible sigh and glanced at his closed door, wondering if the boy down the hall was asleep or not. Julian let his mind wander, thinking of how softly Logan would be breathing, his eyes closed like nothing was wrong, hair ruffled, blanket tight. Oh how Julian yearned to be there next to Logan, their bodies curled in each other's.
But there was no point dwelling on what would never be a reality and so Julian continued to pack up, trying to concentrate on the new movie he had confirmed by phone call earlier that week.
"Julian? I wasn't expecting you any time soon. How's school going?"
"Yep, it's me," Julian said delicately into the mouthpiece of his phone, remorseful that this was happening again. "It's fine, but I wanted to talk to you about the movie I said we weren't gonna take," he continued.
"Oh! Did Mr. Otto's proposal get to you after all? The cast really is going to be fantastic," a female voice pounded out of the speaker, a little too loudly.
"Yeah, you know, this one will look fantastic on that growing list Margie."
"Oh definitely. I'm glad you're taking this one Julian. We can deal with that psycho stalker too, I promise you. We've dealt with these types of crazy before, it's nothing we can't handle this time. Nobody can stop you from doing what you love babe, and I will hold that promise to you until the day I die," Margie intoned in a more serious voice, writing down some details onto a notepad on her end of the phone.
"I hope you're right," Julian replied, having forgotten about the death threats until that moment. School was so calm, so normal. It would've been nice to stay for a while this time, to forget about the hectic Hollywood life. "Anyways Margie, I've gotta go fill out this closure form for school, I'll see you later this weekend probably."
"Wait…what's this closure form? We've never had to fill out one before, have we?"
"No we haven't. It's the same process as usual for short leaves, but I'm actually leaving leaving this time."
"Hold on a second Julian, have you talked to your mother and father about this yet?"
"No, but it's alright. My career's in full swing right now, there's no need to finish schooling. I don't need it to act. When am I ever going to use Calculus? Even if I get cast as a Math professor at some point in the future, everything will be in the script."
"Bring it with you, we can discuss this when you get here."
"Alright, fine Margie," Julian sighed, "I'll talk to you before I get on the plane." With that he ended the call with his agent and threw his phone over onto his bed with a sigh of irritation. He didn't need Margie complicating this on top everything else. It was nice to have an agent who seemed to actually care about him in such a motherly way, but sometimes Margie took his life far too personally.
Julian crashed onto his bed on top of where he'd just thrown his phone. Within minutes, he was out cold, the day taking its toll on him.
That night he dreamed of his new cast mates with taunting green eyes.
It seemed that Logan wasn't ready to leave Julian's subconscious alone any time soon.
Julian shuddered at the memory, tugging the zipper across its path along the suitcase as quietly as he could manage. The walls weren't exactly sound proof, and he didn't really want to make a big scene out of leaving. No, scratch that, he definitely didn't want to make a big scene out of leaving. Which was why he chose now to pack-while most of the other Stuarts had put their books down for the night and hunkered into comfy beds for the night; rather than during the day when people were consistently leaving and entering, walking around and hanging over arms of chairs studying pages of math equations before a big test or reading the last few pages of Romeo & Juliet assigned the day before. It wasn't entirely likely, but if he played it right, he might just be able to fade out of existence. Nobody would notice…but Julian knew that was a far off fantasy. It was likely the entirety of Dalton would know by the end of two weeks, maybe a month if he was lucky and lay low once he got into LA.
The boy sighed for what seemed like the 20th time of the night, pinching his noise and closing his eyes in irritation. If only it were possible for the famous to just disappear without mass drama ensuing. Drama, heck, it was the very last thing Julian needed more of in his life.
He took a side long glance at the wall across from his bed and above his desk. There were photos on top of photos, articles, pictures, drawings, theater tickets, and other random keepsakes taped up to the wall and pinned to a cork board in the corner. Cast mates stared down into deep, brown eyes along with other Dalton students-most with those green eyes of the one and only Logan, and usually accompanied by the third of the Stuart boarding house trio: Derek, the only one who knew Julian's tormented secret. Julian's eyes narrowed in on one of the pictures instinctively. Two sets of brown eyes flanked that same set of memorable green ones that seemed to always sneak their way into his conscious. They were rowdy and smiling, and Logan's arms were grasped around both of his friend's bare waists as the three hastily fell back into a large, crystal clear pool, both sets of brown eyes wide and green devious and scheming and definitely playful. It was only another vacation with his two friends, but it had been one of his best memories.
As the actor's hand grabbed the photo and pulled it from the wall, a small knock came at the door.
Yeah, I'm really leaving you guys right there in the middle of the action! I'm sorry (but only a little bit)!
Look for that photo memory soon, it's gonna be a Derulian sex riot. I'm thinking that I'm going to fill every other chapter up with photo memories (my headcanon!Julian keeps photo walls and lots of photos in his personal space). Let me know what you think. If you guys aren't down, I won't bother.
