Green Orbs Chapter 3, a glee fanfic

Everybody still belongs to CP Coulter. 3

Chapter 3

"Repeat after me. Hi, my name is Julian Larson."

"Hi, my name is Julian Larson."

"I am an actor."

"I play Grant on Something Damaged."

"My father is a director."

"My mother is a-"

"Wait." Julian stuck up his hand to stop the therapist, Linda. "Question."

"Yes?"

"I have I ever done anything else? Did I do other movies? Do I play guitar or something? Am I a singer?" His eyebrows were knit, thinking hard, wishing he could answer these questions himself.

"You have done several movies," Linda responded. "I don't know if you play any instruments. But you do sing, I can ask someone to bring over a CD…"

"That's alright," Julian said. "I believe it." Secretly, he'd spent the night before singing quietly to himself in his dorm room, just to see if he could.

"Any other questions? We only have about five minutes left," she said, looking at her watch. She rarely made eye contact with Julian, who didn't know if he had experience in these matters, but it seemed like a therapist should look directly at a patient.

"Yes." Julian wrung his hands in his lap, squeezed them until they hurt. "Do you know…" Say it. He had to say it, he didn't know who else to ask. Logan was so confusing when he tried to bring it up, and Julian got the feeling even he didn't know the answer. Julian wasn't so sure if he liked Derek or not, or if Derek liked him, so he didn't have the guts to ask Derek. "…if I…" Spit it out. "…am gay."

Linda looked surprised, maybe even taken aback. "Well, Julian, you are the only one who would know for sure. You never told anyone if you were – er – are. Sexual preference does not change." She stood up suddenly. "Well, Mr. Larson, that's it. Your ride should be waiting. Logan again?"

"Yes." Logan. Julian didn't know what to think of the green-eyed blonde. Then again, Logan wasn't exactly making it easy. He kept trying to catch Julian off guard. He still believed that Julian was faking, though Julian had yet to find out what he'd done that would give him reason to fake amnesia.

Julian arrived in the waiting room to see an old couple conversing in whispers, a teenage girl with heavy makeup around her eyes, and Logan, sitting awkwardly in a straight-backed chair. Julian's heart leapt at the sight of Logan.

"Let's go," Logan said, quickly standing up and jerking his thumb toward the car.

Julian nodded, and followed Logan outside.

The car was parked in the farthest parking spot because on the way there Julian had complained about having to walk so far to Logan's parking space at Dalton. So to irk him, Logan had parked in the farthest parking space he could find at the therapist's office.

"Hey, uh, Logan?" Julian asked, trying to keep up with Logan's long strides.

"Yes?" Logan asked, not looking at Julian.

"Why do you pick me up if you hate me so much?" Julian asked, looking at the side of Logan's head.

A pause, and then, "I don't hate you."

"You sure do a good job of pretending."

"It's acting. You should understand."

"Why would you act like you hate me?"

"Because of…because I'm…Why don't you just leave me alone, Jules?" Logan's eyes flashed, and Julian recognized that look that Logan seemed to get whenever he was angry. And Logan got very angry, very fast.

"Because I have no one else," Julian answered truthfully.

They had reached Logan's car, but neither got in. Logan leaned against the driver's door. "Listen, pretty boy primadonna. If you really do have amnesia, and you were never that great of an actor, so I'm choosing to believe you until you slip up, then you wouldn't understand. There are a lot of complicated things between you and I, apparently, that even I didn't know about. Now." He changed the subject. "School is out in a week and I need to know. Do you want to come to my summer home in the Hamptons with Derek and I?"

Julian was surprised. He hadn't expected Logan to invite him to live with him for the summer, because Logan seemed annoyed with him 99% of the time. Julian had expected to have to go to Hollywood and live there to be rained on by paparazzi all the time. He couldn't remember ever meeting paparazzi, but he figured it had probably happened, and it created a feeling of annoyance just to think about it, so he figured he hated them.

"I-er-well, sure." He smiled happily. "That would be fun. Have I ever been there?"

"Yes, loads of times. I've been to yours, too. Me and Derek." Logan opened the door and Julian went around the car to his side.

"I have a summer home in the Hamptons?" he asked, bewildered as Logan turned the key in the ignition.

"Of course you do," Logan said impatiently.

"Oh, hey," Julian said quickly, because he didn't like when Logan got mad at him, and he wasn't quite sure if it was okay to get mad in return. "Do I play any instruments?"

"Yeah, piano, I taught you awhile ago. You probably don't remember anymore because of your stupid amnesia," Logan said, pulling out onto the street.

"Actually, when you have amnesia you retain skills like playing piano. So I wouldn't remember you actually teaching me, but I could play what you taught me," Julian explained patiently.

Logan rolled his eyes.

"Derek was really hoping you'd want to come to the Hamptons," he said in lieu of a response.

"Oh really? I wasn't sure if he liked me or not," Julian said.

"He's just being very careful around you, I guess. He might just be afraid that you remember what he did when you got shot."

"What did he do when I got shot?" Julian asked. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea that he'd gotten shot and didn't even remember it.

"He freaked out. Completely lost his cool. He really likes you, don't think he doesn't." Logan was silent for a minute. "Anyway. Are you ready for finals? Because I so am not at all."

Julian allowed him to change the conversation, even though Logan knew that Julian didn't have to take finals.

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