100 days of jogan

100 Days of Jogan: Day 11- Memory

Julian shuddered, curling further into himself, his mind reeling. Dalton had lost power and, in light of that, there were lit candles handed out to all of the students while they waited to regain power. When a freshman had walked into Julian’s room with one and set it on his bedside table, the other had just nodded his thanks. 

His eyes focused on the flame, his body shaking as memories of the Art Hall kicked in more and more. 

Suddenly, Logan’s arms were wrapping around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you now.”

Still reading like a boss.

“No,” Logan said from where he was reading over Julian’s shoulder. “We can’t say that we miss her, it seems needy and reverses the roles of parent and child. And it’ll probably make her miss us.”

“Since when were you a parenting expert?” Julian shot back. “I think it’s fine to say that.”

“Well I don’t.”

“Who said you were boss?”

“I did.”

“I’m the one with the pen.”

Logan reached down and plucked the pen out of Julian’s hand before Julian could react.

“Now I have the pen,” he said, smirking.

100 Days of Jogan: Day 10- Breathe

Logan woke to the smell of what could only be a fresh made breakfast, the sight of sunlight coming in through the window, and the sound of someone singing in the kitchen. He recognized the song as “Breathe” by Faith Hill, even as he was waking, and smiled when he realized that the voice singing it was distinctively lower.

Slipping out of bed, he padded into the kitchen, coming up behind a cooking Julian and wrapping his arms around his waist gently. “Morning,” he said quietly.

Julian smiled, stirring the eggs and looking at the bacon before responding. “Morning babe,” he replied.

100 Days of Jogan: Day 9- Cut

Julian swore quietly when the needle hit his fingers again, almost done with the seam he was working on fixing. Logan had come up to see him while he was filming and, of course, had managed to somehow get a hole in his shirt, which it was now the actor’s job to fix.

“Need the scissors yet?” Logan asked for what had to be the tenth time.

Julian’s eyes flicked up to him, pausing as they raked over his toned torso, before he reached out and took the scissors from him, cutting the thread at last. “Yes.”


“Who said you get that now?”