<sub>TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND;
SHE'S THE ONLY ONE I GOT

Dreadful footsteps echoed in the small hall. “Why are you always going out all of the sudden?” a husky, baritone voice called out, angst in his tone. A rather built male stepped into the doorway, his eyes glowing a soft olive. His hands fondled a bottle of JD, or Jack Daniels. It was empty, from the past night. He’d cracked it open, and just drank from the brim, the liquid had done some damage to his thoughts. Didn’t he know what he was doing to his liver? He was turning it to mush slowly but surely, destroying the filter in his body. Clearing his throat, he stepped into the room, and dumped the empty bottle into an over flowing trash can, the glass resting at the top of the pile. His eyes glanced back up, looking around for the familiar shape of Natalie, seeing she was no longer in the same room. “Nat!” he shouted out, the smooth textured tone ringing from the room, reverberating off the walls. His legs strode forward, his hand curling up to brush his coffee hued hair, pressing it forward, trying to keep it perfect, and immaculate. Vain. Of course, it was Julian. He pressed his body against the door, pushing it open, the light streaming into the room, causing his hand to go up once more, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. His pupils dilated, but he looked around the hall, seeing a shadow rush down the stairs.

He nearly growled, but he kept up his brisk walk, trotting down the stairs after her. “Nat, don’t be like this. Just stay home with me. Comm’on.” He pleaded, her shape disappearing from his eye again. A deep snarl escaped his mouth as she spoke softly to him. “For Pete’s sake. You know what?” he spat bitterly, sneering. “Fuck it. Go out. See if I really give a god dam.” He was lying. He couldn’t stand not knowing where she was going, and with who. He trusted her; just not the men on the earth. Sly bastards. Snaking in, and taking your girl. He walked up her, wrapping his hand on her wrist. “Just tell me, Natalie. It’s not a big deal.” He whispered into her ear, smiling kindly. The snake was out, trying to weave the answer from her. When she answered, he sighed, and ripped his hand away, stomping off to the kitchen, nearly stepping on the cat’s tail.

Julian was a jealous man. A territorial chap, like a wolf, marking his scent on whatever he could, acting all dominant, and as of he where the alpha male, or big man on campus. He unfasten a latch on a small box, tugging it open. He lay a hand on the purple velvet, his fingers playing with the golden strings. Royal Crown. He unscrewed the lid, and took a small sip, his tongue licking the last drops from his orifice, replacing the bottle in the bag, and the bag into the box. He only took sips of that when he was nervous, or angry. Evidently, the bottle was near the bottle, the amber liquid almost dried out. He sighed, and pushed the box back into it’s hidey place; behind the fridge. Julian gyrated on his heels, and went to find Natalie. She was getting ready to leave, getting her things. His eyes went the cold cerulean, his arms folding over his chest. He leaned against the wall, watching her leave. ‘No “I-won’t-screw-behind-your-back,-scouts-promise’ before you leave?” he spat, striding to the door, kissing her delicately even with his sentence. As she left, he jumped back, and ran to find his keys, and a coat. Spy time.

He knew she was going on the main roads, so she’d be going in a taxi.[okay? ] Leaving the house in a puff, he stood around, waiting for her to actually get going, so he wouldn’t be right behind her. He snuggled himself into the jacket, falling back into the shadows of the house, waiting, and watching for anything he could spaz out at. Julian thumbed a hole in his jacket, frowning. He needed a drink soon. Too much annoyance, and drama was surrounding him. He was scared that Natalie would become famous, and either a) leave him for some guy with a bigger wallet, and bigger cock, or b) she would get some crazy stalker, and Julian would have to become even more fretful about her. God.

OOC___: EWW IT SUCKS</sub>

<sub>Julian ran conversations and history in his head, thoughts crashing into one another, ruining his train of thoughts. He stood in the shadows of the house, echoes of Brownie, a neighborhood dog, gunshot of bullets. He turned to the door, and walked inside, only to grab a baseball cap, his shield his eyes, and face. His eyes wouldn’t be blinded, and his face could be hidden from the eyes of other; AKA Natalie. He shoved his hand into the deep pocket, hunching over, slowly on foot down the street, the main road only a twenty-minute walk. He looked like a pervert, his eyes darting, his body curled over, shoulders taut, and his hands in his pockets. A few mothers crossed the road just to avoid Julian’s dark profile, his teeth grinding into each other, his eyes glued on the sidewalk ahead. He was always home alone, as he worked later in the evening, the earlier shift at Razz, but being owner, he had to be there a lot. This is why he wanted Natalie home in the day; so he could just be with her, just sit down like a normal couple, talk and laugh. Only stopping to itch his eye, Julian was about ten minutes from the main street, where she was having lunch, apparently. Julian inhaled sharply, bringing to a halt in front of a small coffee shop, stepping inside testily. The place smelt of sugar, and ground nuts. It smelt like home. This is what he thought his home might have smelt like if his mother had been alive to stay home and cook cookies, and meals. Some times, he would sit down, and think about what it would have been like. Having a mother. He smirked at the thought, approaching the counter, gruffly telling the acne riddled boy to get him a black coffee. It sobered him up, and if he was t find Natalie, he couldn’t be stumbling around, drunk as sin.

The boy returned, the cup shaking in his hand. Saying thank you softly, and tossing money at him, Julian left the front, and huddled near the door, looking outside. He could swear he saw Natalie’s hair flowing in the gentle wind, but it was someone else. He knew he was lucky she was still even talking to him. He was an ass, a bastard, and a dog. He knew he a drinking problem, but he didn’t see it for what it was. He knew he drank too much. But in reality, he drank far too much. Maybe Natalie stayed because ‘bad boys’ where irresistible to some girls. It was stupid. He didn’t understand it. He sipped his coffee, the black fluid burning his tongue, scalding it fiercely. He watched the street go by, cars, and taxies floating on the roads, children skipping with parents, hand in hand. Some couple where walking slowly, talking in silence, holding hand as well. Julian remembered when him and Natalie where like that. Summer, when Flowers where at their peak, poking from the dirt, the colors bright and vibrant. The smells. It was like crack, except it was good for you, and you didn’t get addicted. Love was just in the air. He coughed into his hand, and started out the door, some random guy bumping into him. “Watch it, bloke.” Julian didn’t answer him, but left with uttering a word, the man just remarking on his rudeness. Julian, once outside, gazed around him, looking for any sighting of Natalie. He thought he saw her a few blocks up, with a man, whom I can say was very handsome. His fist clenched, but he stayed back, slinking up the road, Natalie’s back to him. He stopped at a café a few hundred yards off, and sat at a table, placing the coffee down. A rather skinny blonde bubbled up to him, asking him if he wanted anything. “No offense, ma’am, but please piss off.” He said, only looking up at her after telling her to leave. She smiled unequivocally, but did as she was asked, leaving him at the table.

Julian just watched them talk, his eyes never leaving the moving bodies, waiting for a cue to go and speak up, if needed. He’d seen this man before, but where? He couldn’t tell, but he knew he was some Scotsman, with a medium accent. Julian took small sips of the hot coffee, the hat shading over his faces, his eyes glowing like a tigers, in the hunt. His lips parted, as if to talk, but only air escaped, raspy, and heavy. Julian bit the inside of his cheek; his eyebrow weaved together, in a mass. What was the conversation about? If it was dirty, or anything, he would blow his top, exploding. He kept his eyes on her back, slightly feeling guilty for stalking her, and not trusting her. he huffed the feeling off, and narrowed his eyes, the hat not helping hide the sun.</sub>