*Julian's pov*
i go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face, stopping and looking in the mirror.
"you can do this Julian, you're an adult with a stable job and you do something you love. they don't control you, you're gonna be fine." i inhale, and hear a knock on the door. my heart stops, and i slowly walk throughout my house toward the front door. i grab the door handle, turning it halfway and taking a deep breath. i can do this, I'm not a child anymore. i open the door and give my best fake smile.
"hey guys! long time no see!" i hug both my dads, and they walk inside and sit down on my couch. i follow them and start biting my nails, which is never a good sign.
"so whats going on guys?" i ask, they look at each other and my pa sighs and takes off his glasses.
"you know why were here Julian." my dad pulls out his phone and shows me a article about last night, the meet and greet.
"we were fine with letting you screw around for a couple years Julian, but now that its a safety issue? you need to wake up." i roll my eyes.
"lemme guess.. go to medical school?" they stay silent, i chuckle and stand up.
"I'm not going to fucking medical school. when is it gonna get in your guys' heads that this is who i am! i do not want to be a surgeon, i want to do music." my pa laughs.
"you'd rather die because of some psycho 16 year old than go through a couple more years of school?" i rake my fingers through my hair and begin pacing back and forth.
"it's not just a couple more years! it's the rest of my goddamn life.. that you guys want to change! I'm an adult, this is what i chose to do with my life, and I'm happy. as my parents you are supposed to respect that?!" i raise my voice and they widen their eyes.
"this isn't a career Julian, its a HOBBY!" my dad yells and i stare at him, my hands turning into fists and my breath quickening.
"get out." i point towards the door and my pa laughs.
"what?"
"get the FUCK out! or I'll get security to escort you." my dad scoffs.
"watch it son. were still your parents and it doesn't matter if a couple of fucking groupies follow you around, don't talk to us like that." my dad stands up and grabs my pa's hand and they walk out.
i immediately go into my kitchen, throwing open cupboard doors trying to find some sort of alcohol. i slam my last cupboard and throw a mug on the ground, it shatters and i stomp towards the door. i grab my coat and walk downstairs, i don't even bother getting my car.
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*Jades pov*
the microwave beeps and get up from the couch to go retrieve my noodles, i grab the cup and walk back to my comfy couch. i wrap myself in my fuzzy blanket and turn on 'you' on Netflix. i take a bite of my hot noodles and i hear a knock on the door, i check the time on my phone and see its 11:30pm... why is someone knocking on my door.
i get up and walk over to the door, checking the peephole i don't see anyone. i quickly run back to the kitchen and grab a frying pan since its the first thing i see, i unlock my door and slowly open it. a very drunk boy flops on his back, since he was sitting up against the door.
"julian!?" he jerks awake and sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"what did i miss?" i hold out my hand (dropping the pan) and he grabs it, i pull him up and he stumbles. i grab his arm and lead him to my couch.
"what happened Julie?" he giggles.
"i love when you call me Julie, it makes me h-happy.." he yawns an leans back into the couch, i sit next to him and wrap the blanket around both of us.
"you're drunk." he laughs.
"i know!" he sings, i cover his mouth and he giggles.
"be quiet! do yo want me to get kicked out?" he widens his eyes and looks at me.
"shh." i whisper and he nods, i let go of his face and he laughs loudly. i grab a pillow and smack him in the face, he yelps and falls off the couch.
"ouch!.. come sit Jadey Laney."i chuckle and roll off the couch to sit next to him. he repositions himself and lays on my legs, yawning and staring at the ceiling.
"can you braid my hair like they do in that one music video?" i laugh, throwing my head back.
"the Dua Lipa one?" he nods excitingly, i reach out and brush my hands through his hair.
"well.. we don't have much to work with Julie." he blushes and i continue brushing his hair. his eyes flutter close and i admire him (not in a creepy way!!!) i don't really know what our relationship would be called, but i think at least for now we tolerate each other. and I'm okay with that. what I'm NOT okay with is how my heart does a cartwheel every time he even breathes in my direction. i fucking hate him most of the time but my heart thinks otherwise, I'm pretty sure it's just lust. i mean... I've killed rich dilfs before right? its the same thing, except he's not a dilf. maybe he will be one in the future but- see! this is exactly what I'm talking about, what are these fucking thoughts. what the hell am i thinking? and what the HELL am i doing, playing with his hair? that's not what 'enemies' do.
i stand up, lifting his head up and placing a throw pillow underneath and a blanket on top of him. i walk towards my room and tuck myself under my blankets, biting the inside my cheeks- i start feeling the familiar feeling of anxiety in my stomach.. i need to get my head in the game.. (Caleb raised me of course I'm gonna reference high school musical in my daily life.)
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The Assassins Kill
Romance"You make me feel...you make me feel. I want you to stop...i need you to stop." Bodyguard by day, assassin by night- Jade Robinson is assigned to kill rockstar Julian Barely. Acting as his bodyguard, tension grows within their relationship. With Chr...
