Hazy

Logan POV

"Mmm…" he grumbled "Shut up!" There were people shouting across the hall. Didn't they know what time it was? Hey, wait, it sounded like Julian. What the hell? I'll go check. Yawning, Logan crawled to the door and opened it. Wincing at the sudden light in the hallway, he took a deep breath

"As the extremely annoyed and sleep deprived prefect of Stuart, SHUT UP!"

"Go away Lo!"

Oh, it was Derek. He was yelling at Julian's door. Logan raised his eyebrows, what did the princess do now? He shrugged; it was late and Julian was such a whiny primadona. He slammed his door just to make a point.

Climbing back in bed, Logan couldn't sleep. His thoughts were on Julian, though he would never admit it. If anyone asked, he would laugh at them for merely suggesting that he, Logan Wright, fell asleep every night thinking of his gorgeous, talented, sexy, and absolute bitch of a best friend who was STRAIGHT. Too tired…need sleep…or coffee….mmm… Jules' cologne and his perfect, beautiful, diva eyes….

Julian POV

I have to leave. Tonight. I must and I will. No more dragging people down with me. Hah! I can't even lie to myself, what kind of actor am I ? I'm just running away, like always. But this time it's different. This time I'm not coming back. Shit, tears are running down my face. I can't even be bothered to wipe them. Derek's screaming and pleading outside, but he won't change anything. This is too much. HE is too much. My bags are packed and I'm ready to go. Carmen has already called a taxi for me. I won't regret this. I am Julian Larson, and I'm running away.