The Boy Who Knew Me When(59)

“Well, whatever the fairy princess asks him to do of course!”

That would not be much of a stretch; he already did whatever she asked him to do.

“Well then, what have you of me my lady?” Julian said taking a bow all the way down to his toes. He knew he must have looked ridiculous but the mile wide smile on her face was worth it.

“First things first, we have to make all the other fairies fall in love, the kind that lasts forever like my mommy and daddy’s kind. Then everyone in fairyland will have someone to give them kisses when they are sad. Everyone will be so happy that they will laugh and dance in the sunlight all the time. Fairy’s love dancing in the sunlight you know?”

“Okaaay…How do we do that?”

“Well, we have to dance silly. You are my prince now so we have magic powers, but only when we dance.”

And so they danced. Julian danced not just because she told him to, though he would have done so had that been the only reason, but because every time he had ever laid eyes on her dancing in the sun he had wanted nothing more than to dance right along with her.





Chapter Nineteen





The drive back to Austin was a long one, Julian and I had not slept much during our trip so we were exhausted and I still had to face Brea. Jonathan sent a text to Julian letting us both know that they made it home in one peace but we never heard another word. Brea was angry with me when she left as I was with her. I knew that I had no right to be, not after the way I had treated Brandon and in all honesty it should not have surprised me that they found comfort in one another, after all she was the person he turned to after I unceremoniously kicked him to the curb.

“I don’t know if I can face her right now Julian.”

We had been sitting in the parking lot for the last 10 minutes. I know that I was being a coward but so much had happened over the weekend and I had simply had enough drama to last a lifetime.

“You have no choice sweetheart. As much as I would love to sit in this car for the rest of my life with my mouth taking in every last inch of you, I think it’s about time to suck it up and go make up with your best friend. ”

I stared up at the empty balcony of our apartment and opened the door. Julian was right, it was time to put on my big girl panties and face my best friend, even if it seemed the word best, or even friend, no longer applied to either of us.

We made our way upstairs to find the apartment basically untouched. Besides the fact that Brea’s bedroom door was locked I would have thought she had never even come back home.

“I guess they made up, her door is locked.” I said. I shrugged my shoulders and followed Julian into my room where he dropped off my luggage.

“Well, I hate to be a downer....” He put his arms around my waist grabbing me by my jean loops and pulling me close. “But I have a paper due in the morning that I haven’t even begun to write yet so I am going to have to check out.”

The fact that he put his life on hold to spend a weekend with me warmed my heart. Besides the drama, the weekend with Julian was a dream come true and though I did not want to let him out of my sight I knew we had to get back to life as it is when we aren’t buried inside of each other. Though the idea of spending the rest of our lives doing exactly that appealed to me like nothing else in the world.

“Julian, why didn’t you tell me? We didn’t have to go away this weekend.”

“Oh yes we did, we absolutely we did. Don’t make me remind you why!”

“Please remind me. I seem to have forgotten.” I teased grabbing both of his butt cheeks and giving them a tight squeeze.

Julian crookedly smiled and put his mouth to mine, stealing my kisses with every ounce of fire he had left until sleep took over and he pulled away to yawn. He had almost fallen asleep twice on the way home, I knew he was exhausted.

“Sorry. sweetheart.” He mumbled mid yawn.

“It’s OK, why don’t you go go back to the frat house and get some rest. Call me later?”

I walked Julian to the door where he paused for a moment to kiss me goodbye before disappearing down the hall. Like a schoolgirl I ran to the balcony just in time to watch him get in the truck and drive away.

“Jem?”

I turned to see a red faced Brea rubbing her eyes behind me and the smile that was on my face quickly faded. She looked as if she had been up for weeks, her face was whiter than usual, her nose was chafed, her eyes were blood blotched and the circles under them looked as if they had been done by make-up artists on a horror movie. I quickly ran to her side and put my arms around her neck without saying a word.

Never, in all of the years I had known her had she looked so absolutely destroyed before. She had her moments of sadness, when Martin Aldan, a boy whom she had been pining over all of freshman year, told the school that she had a butterfly shaped birth mark between her legs she had cried for a full 24 hours straight.