All characters belong to their rightful owners, I didn't create them. Julian Larson Armstrong, John Logan Wright, Derek Seigerson, and Clark Sawyer all belong to the fabulous CP Coulter, who mere mortals cannot compare to.
At first it seems like this might be a Juliark fan fiction, but I can assure you it's not. Jogan all the way :D
Inside a Hollywood hotel bed was a very tired Clark Sawyer, who had been filming Something Damaged since 5 AM this morning. His phone rang on his bedside stand. Clark checked the time on his alarm: 12:45. Wondering who could possibly be calling at this hour, he picked up the unknown Ohio number.
"Hello," Clark mumbled, a little too sharply. A voice began to answer on the other line.
"Hey, this is Derek Seigerson, I'm of friend of Julian's in Ohio. I got your number out of Jules' phone." Derek whispered from the other line. Clark immediately sat up straight in his bed, suddenly wide awake. He dropped his Blackberry on the floor in his haste, nearly hanging up the phone.
"Is he okay? I mean he's been acting so weird lately, he never really seems happy, always looking so sick. I swear he has lost 15 pounds in the last month."
"Well that's what I called you about," he paused tentatively "Jules has a stalker, and I think he's in Dalton right now. I can't tell who it for sure though, but last night they left him a little present." Clark nodded vigorously even though he knew Derek wouldn't be able to see it. He felt a deep, sickening panic settle into his stomach. "Go on," Clark whispered.
"Well I don't want to get into all the details, it's too gruesome, but," he paused." The stalker left him a pile of torn up roses on the front steps of Stuart, blood was everywhere and…" Derek took in a deep breath." In the middle was a picture of Julian, his face was scratched up with what looked like a safety pin. He won't let me call the police or let anyone else know, not even Logan, but I wanted to let you know. Jules booked a flight for LA to land at 7 AM, and I don't think he ever plans on coming back to Dalton. I know I can't stop him, so please, take care of him for Logan and I, we're the only friends he has at Dalton."
"I knew J wasn't feeling that great, but I didn't think it was that serious," Clark said in a monotonous voice." He has way too much being put on his plate, with Logan, school work, which by the way is an insane amount, I don't know how you do it all, and now this…stalker," he shuddered the words like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
"So you know about Logan too," Derek said matter of factly." God, sometimes Lo can be so thick, he knows absolutely nothing, and he's chasing after Hummel, it only makes Jules feel worse."
"I think you should convince J to tell Logan how he feels, it's the last time that he'll ever see him. Julian really needs a fighting chance right now, it's been so long he's been keeping this bottled up." Clark said all in one breath.
"Jules wont listen to me, he thinks he has no chance with Logan, so what would be the point of saying anything if it will only hurt more to be rejected?" Derek said as if quoting Julian's words exactly.
"Well just try, he's going to regret not knowing what could've happened." Clark said this all in one breath, exhausted and rubbing his eyes blearily. He sucked in more air and continued. "I'll be at the airport waiting for him, 7AM sharp. Thank you for telling me this, bye Derek." He clicked the end call button and lay back down, knowing he wouldn't get anymore sleep that night.
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Clark's alarm rang at 6:30 that morning. He smacked the off switch and stumbled out of bed to reach for the first pair of clothes that were available to him, seeing as he was running late to pick up Julian. Clark figured he would have a talk with him about all this when he got settled in to his LA Apartment. Running a comb through his hair as fast as he could and grabbing his phone from where it was the night before, Clark ran out the door, not bothering to check his phone. He reached the parking garage and climbed into his red Mercedes.
Driving down the highway to get to the airport, Clark turned on the radio, and he immediately regretted it. An emergency broadcast was airing on the radio.
Julian Larson Armstrong has been shot on his school campus. There had apparently been a crazed stalker who had transferred to Dalton Academy recently by the name of Adam Clavell, who is now in custody and will be transferred to a mental facility. Mr. Armstrong is now in Westerville hospital in a coma state, along with a friend and senator's son, John Logan Wright III, who had attempted to take the bullet for Julian. He has a broken arm, a few minor lesions and a concussion, but doctors say that he will be fine, and will be released from Westerville hospital tomorrow. Millions of fans around the world are mourning for Julian Larson Armstrong, and we can only hope that he will pull through.
Clark had pulled over to calm himself, but he now pulled back out into the highway, not going to pick someone up, but to fly to a small town by the name of Westerville.