A/N: Hello all! So so sorry for the wait, I've had upcoming projects since the last chapter and no time to update. Hopefully I'll be updating regularly from now on! :)
May 24, 2012
9:25 A.M
Julian woke up to the sound of Logan snoring loudly, and if there was anything that annoyed him the most, it was being woken up. He did need his beauty sleep after all. Not able to fall back asleep, He carefully climbed out of the bed he and Logan shared and tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Hey Julian."
"Dwight? What're you doing awake?"
"I always wake up early." he said, polishing yet another weapon in the dim light of the early morning.
"Why?" Julian asked.
"I just do. I'm a morning person."
"Uh huh..well I'm gonna get a cup of coffee."
Dwight snorted. "Stuarts and their coffee..you'd think it was a life source."
"Oh, but it is, Houston." Julian said, carefully pouring the brown steaming liquid into the mug on the counter.
Dwight sighed.
"Okay, I'm going to go upstairs and see what's up. Try not to bitch the life out of anything while you're down here."
"They're all inanimate objects, Dwight."
"That's my point." He replied, already halfway up the staircase.
Julian glared at the retreating form of the former Windsor before hauling himself onto the counter. He had about two seconds of peace before two balls of energy came zooming down the staircase.
"Ohmygod ohmygod Ethan, what are we making, he'll be up any minute."
"I don't know, we can't substitute food for whatever organic shit he eats, it shouldn't be even classified as food."
"It's not my fault Soot ran out of food! That's the only thing we could give him that wouldn't hurt him."
Ethan sighed and turned to his brother, who was still frantically searching for ingredients to his boyfriend's complex diet.
"I'm sorry to leave you hanging, but face it Ev, you're royally screwed. Unless you can somehow come up with semi-organic non-toxic gluten-free whatever the hell it's called, your ass is dead."
"If I go down, I'm taking you with me!" Evan hissed, practically throwing things onto the counter.
"What are you doing?" Julian questioned, hopping off the edge of the counter and facing the identical boys across from him.
"Sebastian's hippie food ran out and Evan is practically beside himself because of it."
"If he doesn't eat a certain type of food, he'll get sick!"
"Whatever, Evan, it's not like-"
"What the fuck was that?!" Julian screeched, whirling around the face the front door which had been previously rattling and shaking violently.
"It's your turn, Cheshire." Ethan said, calmly hoisting himself onto the counter with yet another jar of Nutella.
"What? And Dwight will kill you if he sees you with that again, you know."
"I'll kill who?" Dwight said, having gone unnoticed to the others due to his light footsteps.
"No one.." Ethan started, hastily shoving the jar behind his back to this brother, who responded by promptly chucking it back at his head.
"Hell no, you left me hanging so deal with your own problems, sir."
"Fine."
Ethan threw the jar behind him and made a break for the stairs, taking them two at a time before the others heard a door slam shut.
"Odd boy.." Julian remarked, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Don't you have a job to do, Larson?" Evan said, grumpily putting back the various cans of food he had taken out of the refrigerator previously, right as another bang sounded against the wood, making the brass knocker clang against it.
Julian spun and narrowed his eyes at the door, wary of the pounding and scratching noises against it. He quickly grabbed a knife off the counter before approaching the door, taking the lightest steps he possibly could. He hastily opened the door and stepped back, as a burly blonde man had stumbled through the doorway.
"Whatchya doin with that knife, boy?" the man growled, picking himself off the ground and dusting off.
"Protection. Might I ask what you're doing here?" Julian said, placing a hand on his hip.
"I could ask the same for you, boy."
Julian narrowed his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Why, don't you know who I am?"
"No, but I'm assuming by the color of your hair that you're related to the twins."
"Damn right, I'm related to them," the man said, lifting his head and grinning wickedly, "I'm their father."
