Julian Diaz

The sun shining through the windows of your bedroom felt like a personal attack to Julian’s eyes.

He felt so comfortable curled up with you — well, mostly just onto you. He had somehow convinced Rio to let him sleep over at your house for the night, which was practically a miracle with how protective Rio was being after the both-of-you-dying-and-being-revived incident.

Julian let out an agonised groan when he felt you stir and start to sit up. He was finally comfortable, why were you ripping that away from him?? Julian’s hands grasped back onto the sides of your arms as you attempted to get out of bed.

“Where are you going...?”

At your response of going to shower and get changed, Julian practically scowled as he tugged you back down onto the bed and back into him. He wasn’t quite ready to let the warmth of you go just yet.

Julian wouldn’t admit it himself, but he was still traumatised from that night. The night where he died on that slab, the night he awoke and saw your dead body, the night you were torn apart when you were thrown into separate ambulances. Letting go of you risked losing you again.

And there was no chance of that happening.

Julian used all the strength he could gather in the early morning to pull you and the covers back to the safety of the bed — making sure you were both cocooned under the blanket.

“It’s too early to be getting up, Yads...”

To say that Julian Diaz hasn’t been to school in a while would be an understatement. A huge one.

Julian’s always been enrolled, but he’s hardly ever in the building; always preferring to be outside with his friends, or getting suspended for fighting people. Maybe his education was slipping, but he never really cared — but his brother definitely did. And now, so do you.

Trying to convince Julian to go back to school after the incident was definitely a challenge, at the least; he was not willing to be trapped in a loud building for 6 hours every day, every week. But, Julian had a soft spot for you.

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This morning had been a real test for the both of you.

Julian had refused to budge from his spot on your bed, despite you trying to pull him out of it. It took atleast 20-30 minutes to get him out of his warm cove under the blankets, which he was not happy about at all. Then he had taken around 15 minutes to get dressed, leaving you waiting after you were changed in 5. Getting Julian to brush his teeth and clean himself up a bit at 7 in the morning was almost guaranteed not to happen — but you can do anything with a bit of force...

Finally, Julian was finally ready — but definitely not mentally — at around 7:40. His moment of trying to relax before having to go out was broken by you telling him that you leave for school at 7:55. Could this get any worse for him??

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Now, the two of you were sat with Maritza in the courtyard, trying to talk before you have to split up for classes. Julian could not be more miserable.

“Why do we even have to be here, Yads? This is useless to me.”

You completely ignored his obvious pleas to go back home — you felt bad, but you both need a good education. The bell rang, and Maritza went off to her class in the year below you two, so you grabbed Julian’s hand and led him inside the building. Luckily, you both had the same class in the morning, so that was helping.

Julian’s now sat in his seat in the classroom, having been moved to the back by a lot of teacher conviction from you. Julian’s focus is already slipping — how could he possibly focus on whatever is coming out of that teacher’s mouth when they speak so boringly?? His chair started tipping once Julian started rocking it back and forth on its back legs.