It had certainly been a hellacious year for Julian. He hadn’t even woken up until the week before prom, and luck would have it that he woke up to an empty room. He was still a bit foggy on most of the details at first. After sleeping one night there, however, everything had come back to him. Hell night, and one night of hell it really was. He found out, over the course of the next few days, that Dalton had almost shut down, that one of their teachers had died in the fire, which Julian couldn’t help but feel responsible for, and that Adam was awaiting court, but he was locked away. That was the only real comfort Julian had right now.
He spent the summer away, recovering according to everyone else. In all honesty, he just wanted to get away from where everything had happened, and the people he had hurt in the process. It had taken some convincing, but he was glad to be back for senior year, trying to effectively get some closure and just finish high school. That was part of his public appearance; that he was a good little high school kid, who worked a lot for his fans, but still wanted that diploma. He couldn’t give up that act now. And everything had become an act. After figuring out that the nightmares wouldn’t stop, he began to sleep less and less, drinking more and more coffee. He usually managed a good five days before his exhaustion took over and he crashed.
He was hoping that it wouldn’t show. He hadn’t seen Sebastian in almost 9 months now, so it wasn’t like he could remember everything about how Julian looked, right? Julian didn’t even know how much of the story Sebastian would know, if any. It wasn’t too well covered up, but it wasn’t as majorly broadcast as it would have been if it weren’t for the money he and his family had laid down to get it going. Other than the nightmares, Julian was starting to feel happy again, and Sebastian’s appearance certainly did nothing to dissuade his mood. In fact, it was encouraging it. After all, Sebastian really had meant something to him. As he knocked on the other boy’s door, he buried his thoughts, questioning himself on what Sebastian had really meant to him that winter break in Paris, and if any of it was still true now.