thisisnotfiction

Your Julian is so funny. You watch from across the room in the lifestyle section, between two shelves of, what you assume to be, advice and inspirational books. You grab the nearest one and hide your face behind it, hoping your Juls doesn’t see you. You inconspicuously peek over the pages and over to the blonde-haired gay at the far right table. You study him. You know what to expect; after all, you’ve done your homework: Everything about your Julie is memorized and noted within your brain. Is it weird that you’re paying more attention to him than in any one of your classes? Nahhh. So, concentrating, you see your usual hom

By Riiku-Senpai / Striped Orange Socks I. Julian’s Normally Average Day Shoving all eight of Sydney Morgan’s books into your backpack in less than three seconds is your new personal best. You feel as though you could skip up the hall, out the door, down your driveway, and all the way to school if you wanted to. Maybe burst into song, if you really felt like it. You open the front door and greet the sunshiney world with as much cheer as you can muster (it’s the ungodly hour of 7:26 am, yet this doesn’t bring you down on this wonderful day). You notice the small things; the birds chirping along with the song your whistlin