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Quil rushed forward and opened his window, asking what Julia was doing standing outside his window. I mean, don't get him wrong, he has had many, many, many thoughts of Julia sneaking into his room late at night!
He barley registered her shooing him backwards as she climbed in through his window and dumped two duffle bags onto his floor and stood straight, her hight just that bit taller than him. He didn't mind.
He watched as she took a quick look around his room. the only woman, or girl, he has had in his room has been his mom. So, standing there, staring slacked jaw at the woman who took his breath away, who was currently in his room, frazzled his brain a little. He reached for his other arm as he lightly pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Like, come on! This is totally like the start of one of his wet dreams that he totally has had of Julia. No point in denying the fact that he has had many naughty dreams of the gorgeous woman in front of him.
Usually in his dreams, she's wearing less- actually no, she, somehow, is wearing less clothes than in his dreams. Is she not wearing shoes? Well, usually she's wearing more than just a baggy pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra- wait!? She's only wearing a bra in front of him?! Like, he can totally see her nips if he focused hard enough!
Anyway! Usually in his dreams, she stumbles into his room and is a lot more, Betty Boop like? As in, she is more... ditzy? Willing to let him do anything to her as he pleased? As in, she would totally flounce about in her underwear if he asked her to. Maybe feed him food while she does it...
Oh, it seems Julia had been talking while all Quil could think of was her in a white satin silk night dress feeding him chicken nuggets.
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Julia had just done something she never thought she would do. She had just climbed through the bedroom window of the guy she had totally not been crushing on for the past few years. While she used to get nervous around Quil when he was totally not the guy she was crushing on, now that he is her imprint and she knows that they are literally soul mates, she is basically shitting bricks. She keeps a calm façade though, not wanting to seem like a complete dunce in front of him.
"Hey, sorry for sneaking in through your window like some creep, but uh, I really wanted- no, needed to talk to you. And, uh, it's kinda important. Q? uh, Quil?" Julia began her speech, stumbling a bit through it with her nerves, only to realise when she looked up that Quil was staring at her with a dazed sort of look on his face.
"Huh?" Was all that Quil could manage to say back at her.
"Okay, um, let's sit, yeah? I need to talk to you, and it's kinda, alot." Julia made her way towards his bed and climbed onto the middle of it, sitting cross legged and she sat and watched Quil, waiting for him to join her. He stumbled a little, as if waking from a stupor, and made his way to the top of his bed, also climbing onto it and sitting the same was as Julia, just his back was against his headboard.
