The boy walked through the school with pride in who he was, a pride that nobody knew he had. A strength in every step that makes those around him wonder what changed. Most wouldn't know the answer, but those close to him know. He found what he saw as first love.
The boy's name is Julian Athens, or as I've called him since we met, Athena. He's the smartest guy I know, and is one of the most interesting people I've ever met. I wanted him to be my best friend after we first met. I still don't know why I want him to be my friend so badly, but I know I've failed.
We don't really talk very much anymore. He's always with Warren, the boy that has his heart, and the guy that I can't stand being around. It's so weird... He's actually a great guy, but I hate him so much.
Julian and I have so many of the same friends right now because of when we were close. His best friend in the world, Henry, has been trying to get me to talk to Julian again. Chris, the guy that's been by my side since elementary school, has been encouraging me to make up my mind. To either cut Julian out of my life or to just be friends with him again. He may sound harsh, but he means well. He hates to see me like this.
I'm so distracted right now. I'm not sleeping right, I'm not able to keep up on homework, I'm missing soccer practice, and I'm barely doing anything with people anymore.
"You're zoning out again."
I focused my eyes to see a short boy in front of me, hands on his hips, glaring at me with eyes like warm chocolate.
"Oh, umm... Hey, Julian." I mumbled, looking away. "Did you want something?"
"You've been avoiding me." He said with daggers coming from his eyes.
My eyes widened. "No I haven't! I've... I've been busy is all."
"That's a lie. You haven't been doing your work in classes, you aren't working on extra curricular activities, and you haven't been with me or your friends." He stated, matter of factly.
"I mean, that doesn't mean I'm avoiding you." I countered.
He took my hand and started dragging me down to a closet, opening the door and pushing me in. He closed the door behind him and glared at me.
"Tell me everything." He commanded.
I raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"What's been consuming your time so much? What's filling your thoughts? Please, tell me." Julian begged.
I took a moment to organize myself. "I really don't know..."
He glared again, pushing me over onto the ground, then looking down at me. He got down and crawled on me, a leg on either side of me as he was on my lap.
"You should tell me how you feel." He whispered , leaning down to my ear. "I'm always here for you."
A shiver crept it's way up my spine, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't cold, it wasn't painful. It was... I don't know, but I wanted that. It was good.
"Julian... What are you doing..?" I asked him quietly.
He smiled at me, leaning close to my face. "Giving you some confidence." The boy said, kissing me softly, then making it more intense by the second.
As if by reflex, my arms wrapped around his hips and pulled him closer. Why would I do that? This doesn't make sense at all. But... It's actually pretty amazing... Damn...
And then everything was dark and I couldn't feel his weight on top of me. I was warm and laying down. I guess... I guess that was all a dream. I shouldn't be disappointed. Am I disappointed? I really shouldn't be.
What time is it? Looking at my clock, I saw that it was 4:32 AM. Way too early to go to school, but I won't be falling asleep any time soon. I guess a shower might clear my head...
I sat in the warm water for longer than I usually would, just letting it wash my thoughts away. The warmth of the shower was calming for sure, but I still couldn't get that dream out of my mind. Stupid brain, it's just messing with me now...
I got out and dried myself off, then dressed and walked into the kitchen. The clock on the oven read 5:17 AM. I guess I could eat something.
Banana in hand, I turned the TV on to see if there was anything on. Big Cat Diaries is on Animal Planet right now, so that's something.
"Honey? What are you doing up?" I heard my mom yawn out. "You don't have school for a few more hours."
"Yeah, I just kind of woke up is all." I said, receiving a narrow glance from her.
"So..." She started. "Who's the girl?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"Romance, dear child, romance." My mother said in a dramatic voice. "I can tell from your sullen demeanor that you've discovered love."
I could help but laugh. "Mom, that's not it."
"Oh yeah? Then what is it?" She asked.
"I just woke up early. I mean, I did have a weird dream, but... I'm sure it's unrelated." I explained.
She smirked. "And this dream? Who was in it?"
"Mom, it wasn't a dream about some girl. Oddly enough, it was about Julian I think. I don't actually remember much about it, but he was there." I lied, remembering it clearly.
Her eyes widened in shock. "But you haven't been hanging out with him for quite awhile, right? It's been around two months since I've heard about you two doing anything together."
"That's because he's always hanging out with his boyfriend." I said in disgust.
"You can't be mean to him just because he likes guys! I thought I taught you better!" My mom snapped.
"I don't care that he likes guys, I don't like that he's with Warren." I said with venom in my tone. "I don't like that guy."
She stared at me for a minute, then another. "You should tell him."
"What..?" I whispered out, shock taking me at hearing the same words from my dream.
"You should talk to him. You two were such good friends, it's a shame that you aren't talking anymore." She said, a certain sadness to her tone.
The feeling of shock moved passed. I just misheard her is all... "Maybe I should talk to him. I guess it would be nice to spend some time together."
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