Julian liked the night. He never really knew why: he was afraid of the dark, or more what was lurking in the shadow, and he was paranoid about leaving his room when the house went silent.
But something about the stars and the moon, the clouds shrouding the sky, or the thunder raging outside, comforted him. Perhaps it was because the night was quiet, and in the enclosed space of his bed, no one could hurt him. No one could lie to him; it was just him.
And he knew that on the other side of the wall was his sister, passed out as snores carried from her room through the small hole they had made through the thin plaster, connecting them.
So in a way, the night was a time where he could be alone without ever really being alone.
And in time, Robby Keene would become Julian Fresco's night.
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Fanfictionwhere Julian Fresco moves to town and finds him and his insomniac neighbor Robby Keene on opposite sides of a karate battle or a boy who loves the night meets a boy who never sleeps
