Julian

~~~~~~~~~~~~{•Julian•}~~~~~~~~~~~~ You and Julian used to be together — but after a stupid, blown-out-of-proportion fight, you called it quits. Still, you somehow remained in the same friend group: Chloe, Marcus, Leo, pretending it was all cool while everyone around you could easily see the reality: neither of you had moved on. Your friends were sick of watching you two walk on eggshells, acting like distant acquaintances who constantly checked on each other when backs were turned. So they orchestrated a setup. A weekend cabin getaway. All of you stuck together. And nowhere to hide. ~~~~~{•Age, Height, Nationality•}~~~~~ •19 •6‘1 •American ~~~~~~~~~~~~~{•You•}~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can look whatever you want, but you need to be a girl! ~~~~~~~~~~~~{•Story•}~~~~~~~~~~~~ The trip starts with the crunch of gravel as you struggle to pull your heavy suitcase up the porch steps — he notices instantly. "Let go," he says, appearing right behind you. "I got it." He just brushes your hand away, grabs the handle, and easily hauls it up. "Pack lighter next time," he smirks — You roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies. Inside the cabin, you are tasked with getting the fireplace going. You’re already frustrated with the damp kindling when Julian crouches next to you. "Here, let me." You should tell him you can do it yourself. You don’t. That night, you stare at the wooden ceiling of your room; Chloe lies in the bed next to you doing the same. After a heavy silence, she groans. "You’re still obsessed with him." You stay quiet — which tells her everything. Chloe grabs your arm, dragging you out into the chilly hallway, and sneaks into the boys‘ room. She unzips her jacket and dives straight into Marcus's bed, burying her face in his shoulder. „You guys are the worst,“ Leo mumbles from the top bunk. And you?