Questions (Julian Jordan Fanfiction)

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Julian eyes me with a strange look and a smirk from where he stands at his window when I step out of the bathroom and walk past his room.

"What?" I snap, my bad mood entirely influenced by the cold shower I just took.

"Just admiring," he winks and brushes past me.

Boys.

I take my jeans and blue sweater folding them neatly and leave them in my cupboard. I take a seat against the cupboard doors and turn on my phone. I have no signal because I haven't bought a SIM card and there's obviously no wifi. I sigh, and open my camera roll. I scroll through some pictures of my friends and I smile at the small party they threw me before I left. Eventually I reach one of my father and I when I was little that I took of a frame in our house. I stare it, and hurriedly turn off my phone.

I play with the long sleeves of Julian's hoodie which smells of spearmint. His baggy clothes are super comfortable and I'm so grateful that I was blessed with a bearable roommate. My mother warned me that most roommates are psychopaths. Another thing she's wrong about. I shake my head of her in annoyance and make a mental note to get something for Julian when I get a job and can afford stuff.

My room is completely dark and slightly scares me when I hear the sound of the pipes die down. After a few minutes, the bathroom door opens.

"Blind people are so unlucky," I hear Julian mumble and as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I make him out as he feels his way to my room.

"Marco," he says from the doorway.

"Polo."

He takes a seat beside me. We sit in silence, embracing how shitty our lives are in this exact moment.

"We should probably sleep."

"And miss out on this party? Fuck no."

"Shut up, Julian. You're making it worse."

He chuckles and I smile pathetically to myself.

"Want to play a game?" Julian offers after a moment.

"Sure, what game?"

"I spy with my little eye... Something black."

"Oh, difficult. The apartment?" I question sarcastically.

"Wrong. Your hoodie," I can feel him turn to me and I catch his bright grin.

"Your hoodie," I correct him.

Julian laughs. "Oh yeah, I do actually want it back when you're done. No keeping my clothes."

"Nah, that's too cliché for me," I shrug.

"Let's play twenty one questions."

"What is up with people and that game?" I laugh incredulously.

"Honestly, I just want to know if you're a virgin or not," he raises his hands beside me.

"You're such a straight guy," I scoff.

"Kidding. But anyways, are you?" he laughs. "Too personal?" he adds.

"Does it matter? And I am actually. You?"

"Nope," he replies and I raise my eyebrows in the dark to myself, "Your turn."

I think for a second.

"Uhm. What's your surname?"

"So you can Facebook stalk me? Dobbenburg. Yours?"

I chuckle. I probably will Facebook stalk him now that he's mentioned it. "Bijl."

"Favorite color?" Julian brings his knees up and loosely wraps his arms around his legs.