100 Days Of Dalton
Lurking (Adam/Julian)
Julian stormed out of Stuart House, his open blazer flapping around him. Stupid Logan, stupid Kurt, stupid feelings.
He roughly put his sunglasses on, nearly stabbing himself in the eye.
"Fuck" he growled, walking blindly forward, he had to get as far from Logan as he possibly could. When he heard footsteps behind him, he stopped walking and turning to tell whoever it was to leave him the fuck alone. When He didn't see anyone he shook his head, he must have just imagined it.
When he heard footsteps again he spun around looking for the source of the noise, he was getting paranoid.
"Hello?" He called out cautiously, "I swear Houston if that's you I will end you." When he got no response he continued walking. He was stepping quietly, his ears strained for the tiniest sound.
When a hand landed on his shoulder he jumped forward, looking around wildly. When his eyes landed on Adam he let out his breath.
"Trying to scare me to death fan boy?" Julian tried to stop his voice from shaking, he failed.
Adam looked insulted by Julian's accusation. "Never! Believe me, I just want you to be safe." There was a certain tone in his voice that Julian couldn't place, so he shrugged it off.
"Was that you lurking around Adam?" He faked annoyance. His heart was founding, from being scared and anger towards Logan.
"Someone was lurking around?" Adam spoke innocently looking at his hands. There was a cut along his left index finger.
Noticing the cut Julian leaned closer, "Yeah there was. Or I'm just imagining things." He shrugged, "What happened to your finger?"
"Paper cut."
"It looks deep you should get it checked out."
Adam slipped his hand in his pocket. "Yeah I'll do that." Gripping Julian's shoulder he started to turn away. "See you Julian."
"See you fan boy." Julian saw Adam flinch at the nickname.
He turned and headed back to Stuart House, he shook his head roughly. The stalker problem was really starting to get him paranoid. He laughed lightly, thinking Adam following him around, stalking him.
"Snap out of it Larson." He sternly told himself.