'These are my boys on the San Romero football team.' You could tell in the picture Nick looked at Julian with a threatening glare. In the middle stood Julian Starling and Nick Carlyle, 's older brother, who bore a strong distaste towards the blued eyed, Goldie locks boy. The photo showed a bunch of men posing with peace signs or making funny faces with huge smiles. One of the many pictures up on the board was a football team belonging to San Romero High. 'That's right- my birthday! I'm eighteen today!' Gathering his clothes, he walked towards the bathroom not before, shifting a glance at all the pictures on the corkboard. 'Today is, as they say in Spain, my CUMPLE-ANOS!' He stifled out a small squeal. Getting out of bed, the boy made his way to his drawer and grabbed the necessary apparel for today's event. 'I mean, not that I have a problem with funny stuff,' ― 'especially not if you're !' The longish golden-haired male sighed lovely at the thought of her. Performing a split, Julian pulled his leg up from behind and reached his hand over his head, pointing straight forward. 'Don't think that me letting you in here is an invitation for any funny stuff.' 'Welcome to my bedroom!' He expressed throughout his mindset. Almost as if someone was watching him, he let out a big yawn and got down his morning stretches to impress. On the spur of the moment, the blaring sound of Julian's alarm clock went off, as he huffed in frustration and slammed his hand on the snooze button. Squeezing the bunny closer, he inhaled the sweet strawberry fumes.
He could still smell the lingering perfume that belonged to his girlfriend of nearly a year. Julian Starling slept in his boxers as he enclosed his arms around the stuffed bunny he received from Carlyle.
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