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misunderstood-julian · 5 years ago

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can i just say- so far there are seven parts- but it's so fuckin good- god tier- thank you. :)

Best Friend’s Brother (Julian Devorak)

{modern setting}

Part 1 pt.2

Portia Devorak was your best friend. She had been for some eleven years now.

The two of you met when you were seven, your family moved in right nextdoor to her’s. From the moment you had met you were almost inseparable, only leaving each other when you absolutely had to.

Now the two of you were 18 and entering your senior year of high school. All of your awkward teenage troubles behind you, for the most part. A lot of Portia’s troubles had left when her older brother, Julian, went off to medical school. That was four years ago, and with the five year gap between the two siblings, you didn’t see much of him when he started high school.

It was currently the summer after your junior year, meaning you and Portia had plenty of time to figure out what to do for next school year. However at the moment, you were both over at her house.

“Whatcha thinkin about? You haven’t moved for a good fifteen minutes.” Portia called to you from the kitchen adjacent to the living room you were sitting in. You turned to look at her, shooting a quizzical look her way. “Yeah, you just sat there staring into space.”

“I was just thinking about how we’re gonna be seniors in a couple months.” She nodded, confused as to why that would send you into such a catatonic state. “And you know, we’ve hung out a lot but neither of us have really had a boyfriend or anything like that.”

“So you’re worried about dying alone or something?”

“Not exactly, I just thought that I’d have met someone by now. You know, gone to prom with a nice boy, cuddled next to him at the homecoming game to keep warm, have someone to call mine.” Portia put an understanding hand on your shoulder, a silent way of showing she knew exactly what you meant. “Anyway enough about me, anything interesting happening with you? Maz planning some grand summer trip?”

Portia laughed at the thought, Maz? Going on vacation with her and her brother? The idea was horrendous. “Nah, but Julian is coming back for the summer. Something about having finished school and starting residency or something.” Portia explained waving her hand dismissively.

“Really? He’s already done? How long has he been there?”

“Like four years I think. But he did say that he’s not technically a doctor yet. So if he tries to get you to call him Doctor Devorak, just ignore him.” You and Portia laughed at the thought. God, had it really been that long? The last time you’d seen Julian he wasn’t too tall, had a messy mop of auburn hair, and braces.

You didn’t have too many overly fond memories of her brother. He and his friends often played pranks on the two of you, never anything harmful, just enough to disorient you. So to say that you liked him by any meaning of the word, was a serious overstatement.

“But he shouldn’t be home until later, hopefully much later. I’d hate for you to have to deal with his “grand entrance”.” Portia said, over dramatizing the end of her sentence. That brought back memories, he did always have a flair for the dramatic. But that was when he was 12. He had to be, what, 23 by now? He was an adult man, and you doubted he was still that dramatic.

About an hour had passed of the two of you chatting about a wide variety of subjects when you heard the door swing open. “Oh sister dearest, I’m home!”

Portia’s rolled her eyes, “Thank the lord, I couldn’t bare another second without my darling brother!” She mocked, matching the tone he had. When you turned around the man you saw reminded you very little of the boy you once knew.

He was tall, really tall, almost didn’t fit though the door, his curly auburn hair was fairly neat save for a bit that fell over his right eye, his facial features weren’t as soft as they had been, they were chiseled, sharp, and made you do a double take.

“Who’s this?” He asked, motioning to you with his free hand that wasn’t carrying any bags. Portia followed his hand and looked to you, snickering at the fact he didn’t recognize you. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Ilya, this is (Y/N), you don’t remember her?”

Julian’s steely grey eyes raked over your features trying to pinpoint something that would jog his memory. You guessed that he couldn’t find anything, looking to Portia with a confused glance.

“She lives next door.” Portia said as her face fell into a judgmental look. Julian’s face lit up with pleasant surprise, then fell back to confusion.

“I thought she was younger. I could’ve sworn she was like, twelve.” My brows knitted in confusion, had it really been that long? Or was he just joking? Portia hurled one of the throw pillows at his head just barely missing him when he ducked, straightening himself up he laughed. “Of course I remember her, I must say it’s been a while though.”

“Yeah well that’s what happens when you become a nerd.” Portia jeered, almost falling off the couch from leaning over the back too far. Causing Julian to stifle a laugh behind his hand.

“Well, if you��re done with,” he gestured to all of Portia’s stout frame, “I’ll be heading to my room. It’s still there isn’t it?” She nodded and it seemed that was all the confirmation he needed as he began his walk upstairs.

“But none of your old stuff is in there!” She shouted after him, hoping that would deter his original plan. “I was kinda hoping he would stay at a hotel or something. You still up for staying over? I mean, we shouldn’t have to deal with Julian too much.”

You were lost in thought, how had the nuisance of a little boy you knew grow into such a fine man? Was it because of med school? Something else? What ever it was, you weren’t complaining. “(Y/N), did you hear me?”

“Hm?” You looked at her finally registering that she was talking to you. “Sorry I was thinking.”

She laughed, “I see that. I asked if you’re still up for staying over.”

“Sure, let me just go over to my house to grab a couple things.” You got up from your spot on the couch and walked out the door. As you made the short walk to your house you noticed something, your bedroom window was right across from one of the windows in Portia’s house.

As you opened the door to your house you were greeted by your mother. “So, do you and Portia have any big plans for the summer yet?”

“No. Not yet. I just came by to grab a couple of things, I’m staying at her’s tonight.” Your mom nodded in understanding as you went up to your room. You looked out the window into the one directly across from you.

The first thing you noticed was Julian, seemingly finished with unpacking his bags. He shucked off his jacket and tossed it on the bed. His arms were, from what you could see, toned but not overly so. You stayed and watched for a few more moments, thinking it wouldn’t hurt. You watched as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Now seeing more of him than you’d ever thought you would, your heart stopped. He had a toned chest and stomach and at that point you couldn’t look away. You watched as he turned around to grab a sweatshirt from one of the drawers in his dresser, showing his equally toned back to you. You watched as he pulled it over his head and ruffled his hair.

At that point you forced yourself away from the window, not allowing yourself see anything else that may happen. You quickly grabbed your toothbrush, pajamas, hair brush, and an extra set of clothes and stuffed them into your bag. You ran downstairs, muttering a goodbye to your parents and ran out the door. You hoped Portia wouldn’t be suspicious of you taking more than 20 minutes.

Walking through her front door you looked to the couch to see if she were still there. Instead you saw Julian, sprawled across the couch leaving little to no room for anyone or anything else. He looked over to where you were standing and noticed the bag in your hand. “You’re staying over?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nodded, not being able to think clearly and not trusting your voice around him after what you just saw. He shot you a skeptical look and turned his attention back to the television in front of him. You made your way to Portia’s room to at the least set down your bag, hoping she might be in there, with no such luck.

You went down to the kitchen thinking she might be in there, this time you found a note. It read:

Sorry about having to leave, Maz needed help with getting herbs and spices for dinner. She knows you’ll be staying the night so don’t worry about that. Good luck dealing with Julian though.

- Portia

That’s right, with Portia gone it was just you and Julian left in the house. That would make things awkward, especially if he saw you watching him undress like that. Either way, you decided to join him in the living room. You sat on one of the lounge chairs and got on your phone.

“So how often will you be over here?” The question caught you by surprise, or rather the fact it was asked did. You didn’t think he’d want to strike up conversation with you.

“Oh, uh, whenever Pasha wants me to be.”

He looked at you, steely grey eyes seemingly seeing through you, looking you up and down before focusing on your chest for a brief moment. Then back up to your eyes, “You’ve certainly grown since I last saw you.”

You chuckled, of course you had, he hadn’t seen you since you were ten. You had grown into a much more mature body and mindset since then. “So have you. You’re a lot taller than I remember.”

He shrugged as best he could while laying on the couch, “Just a shame Pasha didn’t quite get the same genetics. So how old are you exactly?”

You knitted your brows in confusion, did he really not know or was this just idle chatter? He looked at you expectantly, as if the answer were that important. “I’m eighteen. Why?”

“Just curious.” He said before crossing his legs and taking his attention off of you. You sat in confusion for at least ten minutes before the door opened and Portia walked through. “Oh, glad to see you made it back. Did you get what I asked you to?”

Portia rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen, causing Julian to groan and follow after her. You followed suit to see what was going on, you were met by the sight of Julian digging through bags of groceries and Portia watching him unamusedly.

“You didn’t.” He stated as he looked at Portia with hurt evident in his eyes. “I trusted you. I thought I could count on you.”

She rolled her eyes at him for the second time that hour, turning her attention to you. “If you didn’t know he was in medical school you’d probably think he’s going to drama school, huh?” She had a point. Julian’s look of hurt and betrayal was evident on his face, and you didn’t think he was being genuine. At least, you’d hoped not. “No Julian, I didn’t get the hot pockets you asked for.”

“Oh well,” he shrugged, switching emotions almost immediately, “I can always get some later. Anyway, where’s Maz?”

As if the mere mention of the woman had summoned her, she had walked into the kitchen greeting you with a polite nod and eyeing Julian and Portia suspiciously. “You two aren’t causing trouble for our guest, are you?”

The two shook their heads adamantly. “But I certainly could if I wanted to.” Julian said, shooting a subtle smirk your way. Maz glaring daggers at the young man who smiled sweetly in response. “You didn’t miss me too much did you?” He asked, leaning against the counter.

“No Ilyushka, I didn’t.” She answered, causing him to place a hand over his heart and let out a soft ‘ouch’. “Although if you helped me put all of these away, I would miss you when you leave again.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Julian moved to help Maz put away the groceries. Portia motioning for you to follow her out of the kitchen. “Sorry for having leave you with him. I hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

Thinking back to what you saw from your window, a light blush dusted your cheeks. “No. Not at all.”

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