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[julianlarsonstuckatdalton-blog]

Making Amends? Or Making a Mess? II Larythe

Julian sighed softly to himself, slipping his shades up the bridge of his nose as he sat down in a booth at the coffee shop. He cupped his hands around the warm cardboard cup of coffee, setting the second one across the table, trying to quell the shaking nerves that were running through his body.  Get it together Larson. He bit in the inside of his cheek, thankful for his shades to hide his eyes as they skittered back and forth from the entrance to the shop. It's coffee. No big deal. Coffee with an ex. Fun.

He dropped his gaze to the table.

Fuck.

[julianlarsonstuckatdalton-blog]

ooc:

So I'm sitting here and I'm like "YES. ALL OF THE SEX. GOOD. THIS IS GOOD.

And Jules is right beside me and he's like "What is wrong with you? Why are you watching this? That's my best friend and my ex-boyfriend stop it!"

And I give no fucks because this is hot. 

He hates me. XD

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Can you pick me up at the airport?

Of course! When does your flight get in?

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Surprise || Sebrek

Derek called Adrienne as he waited for his suitcase to come around the luggage carousel, letting her know he had landed safely in Paris, that he was dropping his bag off at the hotel he booked, and then off to find Sebastian. She squealed loudly in his ear and he laughed, finally getting off the phone so he could call Sebastian instead, once he got to the hotel.

"Hey babe," he said softly as Sebastian picked up. "How's your day going? What are you up to right now?" he asked, walking out of the lobby after putting his bag in his small room.

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Text: I just want to fix it. I don't like feeling like this, like I ruined everything. I hate being the reason you are hurting. I just. want us to be ok.

Text: I'll talk to you when I'm ready.

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Text: It matters to me. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, and I do love you, and that's not going to change. Not for a long time. I guess I'll leave you alone now...

Text: I just need some space, okay? You broke my heart. Even if you do still love me, I need to heal.

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Text: Yeah. About that... Nothing happened. She was a little put out this morning when she woke up. Apparently me laughing at her chest was a turn off.

Text: I know nothing happened. Not that it matters. You broke up with me, remember? And I really don't want to talk to you.

Text: I'm glad you got to sleep. Enjoy your hangover

[stuartsplayboyseigerson-blog]

Text: at least I'm an honest drunk. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you more, I just needed to sleep and nothing else was working.... Thanks for talking to me last night, probably kept me from doing something stupid.

Text: Like climbing into bed with the girl that you brought home?