The bold italicized words is Oliver's writing.
The sexy David Henrie as Julian Meyers ----->
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When 7PM comes around i'm sitting on the couch with Lacy when the door bell rings in the room next door. Luckily my dad doesn't come home till 8 so I know exactly who it is. Mitch pulls me into his chest as soon as I open the door.
"You ready to go?" I struggle against him until I can finally back away.
What the hell was that for?
He beams and stares at the floor. His face turns tomato red, "nothing....anyway, let's go," he pulls me along to a small red car.
Why do you take the bus to school when you have your own car?
"It's my mom's car, she takes it in the morning,"
'Oh', i mouthed. Throughout the ride he kept sneaking glances at me until i finally caught him and his head snaps back to the road in front.
"soo....I," he shakes his head as if ignoring a thought.
What?
"Nothing, we're here," I gaze out the window and, to my surprise, the outside of his house was a disaster. The air around it was polluted with smoke from lit cigarettes and his yard was covered with beer bottles and food.
Your house is....
"Oh this isn't my house," he interrupts.
Then who's house is it?
He snorts, "It's Angelica's,"
I pause in the middle of the driveway, You son of a bitch.
"Oh, don't act like you didn't want to come. Now let's go and socialize," He ushers me to the front door and pushes me inside before I can protest.
A million and a half teenagers were packed into the large estate, beer bottles and chips in every hand. Ariana wraps her arm around my neck, "Welcome to casa Ariana,"
I can smell the heavy alcohol on her breath. What?
"I don't know--" she hiccups--" but have--" Hiccup "fun." she hiccups her way back into the crowd of people and i realize that Mitch has left me by myself.
'I feel very safe right now' i sarcastically think inside my head. I make my way over to the bar, one drink won't hurt. Give me something to relax.
The bartender grins, mixes some concoction, and hands it to me. I finish it in two swallows and head upstairs to try and control my raging headache. Bad idea. As soon as i'm up 5 steps I become dizzy and stumble backwards into a strong set of arms.
"Woah there, I got you," a soothing voice leads me up the stairs and into and unoccupied room. I plop onto what seems like a bed and try to focus my blurry vision. My eyes land on a boy around my age that vaguely resembles Alex. He chuckles and fills the empty spot next to me.
"I'm guessing you've never drank alcohol before?" My head wobbles up and down. This is my first time drinking and I'm okay.....so far. "So do you know Ariana, I'm Julian by the way."
I reach for my whiteboard and marker but they aren't there. I search the bed but I still can't find them. Fuck, I must've dropped them downstairs. I place my head in my hands. How am i suppose to communicate? This is a 'welcome' party for me to meet people. How am I suppose to meet people if I can't speak? The guy leans against me bringing me away from my small mental breakdown.
"You alright?"
After drunkenly searching through drawers I find a paper and pen. I...i can't talk.
"Why?"
It's something from my childhood i'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about.
He leans closer, "I've got time."
I automatically spill out stories from seeing my mother die to the beatings from my dad. At the end I find myself in Julian's arms again with tears in my eyes. I laugh at myself and wipe my face.
"What's so funny," His voice cracks like he was crying too.
Me. I'm telling my dumb story to someone I don't even know. I'm so pathetic.
He lifts my chin, "It's not dumb and you're not pathetic. I actually think it's sweet." His green eyes look so sincere that it scared me. He leans forward until he's completely on top of me. His lips graze mine but he lifts his head so that only our noses are touching. He grinds his hips on mine causing a whimper to escape my mouth. He licks my bottom lip making me uncomfortable in my jeans. Can he just kiss me already? He finally kisses me after a minute of teasing, first soft then harder.
He gropes the erection growng in my pants making me moan and allowing him to shove his tongue in my mouth and roam inside. He breaks the kiss and travels down my neck, biting and then sucking on the sensitive spot. He lifts my shirt above my head and tosses it somewhere. Julian licks over my adams apple and extends lower until he finds my left nipple. He rolls it in his teeth then sucks on the firm bud, repeating this multiple times. My back arches off the bed and I shudder with ecstasy roaming throghout my body. He makes his way over to the right nipple and does the same. My breathing is labored as his tongue rides its way down my abs and to my belt.
Knock....Knock....Knock....
"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath.
I roll to the side of the bed, pick up my shirt, and rush to the door. "Wait,Oliver!" I turn to a fustrated Julian and raise my eyebrow. He pulls me in for a suprisingly passionate kiss. I can't hide the smirk that's plastered on my face as I walk out the room passing by a shocked Mitch.
I find my whiteboard and marker at the bottom of the stairs and search for Ariana. I find her devouring some twink's face on the couch. Can I sleep in your room?
I wave the board in front of her face until she finally notices my existence, "Ohhh....suurrrreee," hiccup, "third room," hiccup " to the right,"
I saunter up the stairs, making sure not to stumble backwards, and find Ariana's room. I plant my drunk and exhausted body on Ariana's bed and think: How fucking stupid am I? I got dragged to a party where i'm completely out of my comfort zone, drink who-knows-what, and then almost lose my virginity to someone i just met.
I snort at my idiotic and cliche party experience. I'm really going to get punished at home for this but, at the moment, I don't give a fuck.
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A/N: Yeehaw, i don't even know. Did ya like the second chapter? How 'bout the handsome David Henrie as Julian over there, smokin' ;) . Vote, share, whateva you'd like. Have a good day/ afternoon/ night whatever time it is, have a good one -MJ
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RomanceWhen Oliver's mother dies he's scared into not talking. He hasn't talked for the past 11 years. Having to deal with getting beatings from his father and moving to a new house will he ever talk again?
