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𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟯:𝟮𝟬 𝗣𝗠.
THE GUY STARED BACK at julian, his blank expression on his face with a slight of irritation. Probably from being woken up out his sleep.
"Fuck you want? Why you wake me up?" Was what the guy breathed out to julian.
Julian didn't know what to say to respond to that, so like an idiot, he seemed to behave like an idiot a lot around him, he stared at him.
The guy rolled his eyes, and then slowly looked around before he got an idea of why he was woken up. Then he stood up, and towered over julian. Like towered over him once again. He was so tall, something julian seemed to fully take into account for the second time.
The guy looked back down at him, with his non budging blank but annoyed face. This time though, it seemed his bruises on his chin had healed up. Which is something julian couldn't seem to help but notice when he stared at his face.
"Why do you always stare at me? Youn eva' say shit, you jus' stare like da rest of 'em. Just more, longer, allat. It's fuckin' annoying. So Ima ask you again, you got sum ta say ta me?" He spoke out, knocking the air out of julian's chest once again.
"Well, shorty? I'm talkin' ta you." The guy said a moment later when julian didn't respond.
Shorty? Julian thought to his self. He wasn't a... shorty. So before he could stop his self, he said, "You're not that much taller than me, and I'm not some girl you met in the hallways."
"Yeah? But you almost snap ya fuckin' neck everytime you look up at me. Which makes you sum shorty."
"But fuck allat, if youn got shit to say stop starin' at me." He finished before starting to walk away.
Julian didn't know what to do. He had one question that been burning in the back of his mind that he wanted to ask. And what better time to say it than now.
"Your name." Julian said before covering his mouth with his hand. Wow, he was extremely slow. Why did he say that?
Did he have some sort of death wish. The guy didn't look like the type to like long conversations with people. Yet here julian went, asking him his name in hopes he might start one.
