nice day for light conversation - julian

[lyla michelle wynters]

Lyla loved the weekends. The weekend was her only chance to get away from all the drama surrounding Donovan Academy. Even though she was an avid member in the Equitas group, Lyla didn’t like to fight. She would rather school be a place to learn with petty drama such as who’s dating who and who cheated on a test. However, what the Purists and Professor Donovan were planning was completely inhumane. Maybe it was because she had some humanitarian complex, but Lyla couldn’t not sit around and let Professor Donovan expose them to take over the government. So, she did the boldest thing she could think of: recruit people to stop them. Donovan Academy sometimes seemed like a war zone with both sides crouching in foxholes, expectantly waiting for the other side to fire first. She had to walk on eggshells around school, careful not to let the Purists hear their plans.

Now that things were getting serious and dangerous, Lyla wished life were simpler. She wished she could go to the mall or the park without being paranoid that someone was following her or preparing to attack her. It was a legitimate and scary fear. It helped that she had her friends to protect each other, though. She wasn’t very useful in battle because her powers were psychic-based, but she helped in any way she could. Lyla was especially thankful she had Julian to keep her sane. She and Julian rarely talked about the Donovan Academy drama unless it was really important, and if it were they would talk about it with the rest of the group. Instead, the two focused on normal teenager stuff…well, if you counted having powers normal. Lyla was rarely with people who didn’t possess a special ability that she often forgot people with powers weren’t the norm.

Anyway, today was Saturday, and Lyla asked Julian to meet her at the small French café downtown around two. She walked into the dimly lit café and ordered French onion soup, a poppyseed biscotti, and a small latte. Lyla looked around and noticed Julian hadn’t arrived yet. She gave him a text, indicating she had arrived, as she waited for her food. Once her food was ready, she took the tray and went to a cozy red booth near the back and waited for her boyfriend to arrive. As she patiently waited, Lyla opened a book she was almost done with and ate her lunch.

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[julian christopher sampson]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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By the time he finally left the school grounds Julian was already running late. Cursing under his breath he hurried out the gates of Donovan Academy and headed for town. At the moment he was saying his prayers for the fact that he could leave at all; after he had shifted sides in the brewing war, Julian had been spending a lot more nights in detention than what he was used to. At least this weekend he was allowed to leave the Academy at all.

Had he been a normal student, well as normal as they got at Donovan´s at any rate, he would have gone home during the weekends to avoid the current tension at the Academy. But Julian hadn´t been normal for a long time. And he most certainly couldn´t go home. Hurrying up, he suppressed a sudden pang of depression as his treacherous mind almost brushed the surface of memories he would rather forget. It wouldn´t due to show up feeling sad to his date with Lyla. Considering her ability that would ruin not only his day, but hers as well.

Regardless of what else the Donovan´s were, they had at the very least given him a way out. Though Julian wasn´t even remotely thankful for the fact that they had hypnotized him for the last couple of years to use him as a pawn in their own dark plans, it had none the less made his life easier. It had meant that he didn´t have to deal with the memories of his past constantly. It had made it possible for him to forget that he had secrets of his own. Secrets he hadn´t even shared with Lyla. For a second he couldn´t help but to picture his mother´s crumpled shape lying on the floor behind him...

Pausing he ran his fingers through his hair. He had to let it go. He knew he did, and yet he couldn´t help but to feel responsible for what had happened. In the end he couldn´t deny the simple fact that it had been him who killed her. Whether he had intended to or not.

A sudden sound made him jump. Fumbling with his jacket Julian located his cell phone in his pocket. It was a message for Lyla, and even though it was short and to the point it made him smile. No matter how much more complicated his life had gotten over the last year, he couldn´t help but to think that it was worth it just for the fact that it had brought him one person who genuinely cared about him.

Putting his phone back in his pocket he began to walk again, moving faster than before. He reached the small French cafe where they had agreed to meet within five minutes and hurried inside. He ordered a coffee at the counter before looking around for Lyla. He spotted her over by a nearby table, with a book in front of her. Grabbing his coffee Julian crossed the room and gave her a light tap on the shoulder.

"Hey there," he said giving her a warm smile, "sorry I´m late I got held back at school for a while." In truth he had ended up in a fight with one of his former friends and avid supporter of the Purist who thought him to be a traitor, but he would rather pretend that hadn´t happened. At least for now. Getting away from the conflict at the school even for a day made him feel as if he could suddenly breath again. Setting his coffee down on the table, Julian took a seat across from Lyla.

"So," he said lightly, "What are you reading?"

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[lyla michelle wynters]

Lyla was in mid-sentence when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to her right and saw Julian standing there. Smiling at him, she put her bookmark in her book and put the book away in her bag. She gave him a short and sweet kiss on the lips before he went to sit across from her. She took a sip of her soup and listened to why Julian was late. When he said he got held up at school, Lyla knitted her eyebrows together in concern. "Did something happen at school?" She asked him, hoping that nothing serious had been going on. Lyla didn't want the focus of their conversation to be centered around the drama of Donovan Academy. They got that enough five days a week. But, she did want to know if something had happened to Julian or one of their other friends. However, she was jumping to conclusions before he had even said anything. Lyla had a habit of assuming things before she got the full story. So, taking another sip of her soup, she decided not to worry unless it was absolutely necessary.

Anyway, Lyla was thankful Julian had been able to go out at all. He was always in detention, and it was mostly for things he didn't even do. Alistair always managed to find some way to get Julian in detention as revenge for betraying him. Truthfully, Lyla thought Alistair should stop acting like such a girl and quit holding long grudges. What was done was done, get over it. But she would never have the guts to say that to his face.

Lyla reached for her book in her purse and showed it to Julian when he asked what she was reading. "Jane Eyre," she said, then put the book back. "I've always been meaning to read it, but I've never gotten around to it until now." Lyla loved to read, but for the past couple of years, she simply hadn't had the time to read for pleasure during the school year. Drama aside, school kept her really busy what with training and reading other required books. She liked Jane Eyre so far and felt much sympathy for the protagonist. Lyla couldn't imagine living such a harsh childhood as Jane Eyre had. She was at chapter nine and the book was still rather depressing.

Taking a bite of her biscotti and washing it down with her latte, Lyla brought her eyes to Julian's own and smiled. He looked perfect, as usual. Almost a year later, he still caused butterflies to flutter about in her stomach. "So now that you're free, what do you have planned for the weekend?" Julian was free of detention, finally, and Lyla was glad she could have a free moment to spend with him without worrying about others watching or getting caught for PDA. Maybe she would have friends over later tonight or tomorrow for a movie night. Sometimes training and trying to bring down the Purists made her forget that she was still a teenager who liked to watch cheesy movies and go shopping.

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