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 doesnt 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, youve done your homework: Everything about your Julie is memorized and noted within your brain.
Is it weird that youre paying more attention to him than in any one of your classes?
So, concentrating, you see your usual homo at his usual spot. Doing his usual homo things. Which, as usual, is nothing. You kind of want to leave, because today hes taking his sweet queer time.
But you wait, because you know hell do it.
He always does.
Just wait for it.
Waiiiiiiit. Fooooorrrr. Iiiiiiiitttt.