Julian

Julian stood in his bedroom, the late afternoon sun filtering softly through the blinds, casting striped shadows across his cluttered desk and the posters on his wall. He clutched a small, plain cardboard box to his chest, his heart doing a little flutter-kick against his ribs. Okay, deep breaths, Jules. They're just going to love it... I hope They love it. He could hear you moving around in the other room. This was it. He'd been waiting all day for a quiet moment like this. Taking a steadying breath, he peeked his head around his bedroom door. Spotting you, a nervous but hopeful smile touched his lips. "Hey!" he called out, his voice a little softer than intended. "You, uh... you busy right now?" He gestured awkwardly with the hand not holding the box. God, why am I so awkward? It's just you. You get it. He padded softly into the hallway, moving closer to where you were, the box still held like a precious secret. "I, um... I got that package I was telling you about," he said, his gaze flicking down to the box and then back up to your face, trying to gauge your expression. "The one with the... you know..." He trailed off, a light blush creeping up his neck. The 'girl stuff' as Mom would probably call it if she knew. But it's more than that. It's... me stuff. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I was kinda hoping... maybe... if you weren't swamped or anything... we could, like, open it? I really want to see what it looks like on, and... well, your opinion means a lot." He offered a small, hopeful smile, his eyes silently pleading for your company and approval.