This Life ? (J.C)

Joy opened the door with a relieved smile; her eyes lazier than before. Julian was leaning against the wall across the hall, bouncing his back against the rail as if bored out of his mind.

He smiled; his usually dumbfounded face lighting up with a wide smile that reached his eyes. His brown hair was tucked behind his ears—he suddenly didn't look so cool anymore. He kinda resembled what Joy could only describe as a dork.

"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't let me back in. I was serious about making you walk the streets naked." Julian brushed past Joy; his wobbly movements knocking her unbalanced stance. "Wish you'd of let me watch you hobble over that vase." He mumbled.

"Now who's the perv." She spoke under her breath closing the door, following Julian. She still found herself sighing with relief—man, did she have to go.

"So what'd you do with it?" Julian asked, plopping in the bed, lying on his back. He put his hands behind his head, looking to Joy for the answer. He followed her eyes, seeing that she had placed the vase back on the nightstand. "What the hell, dude?" He laughed.

"Where else was I supposed to put it?"

"I don't know, somewhere not next to the bed. That's gross... You're gross."

Joy was laughing, going back to the place she had been sitting just about all night. She slid down the wall until her bottom touched the floor; sitting down with a plop.

"Hey." Julian rolled over, propping his head in his hand. "Why are you sitting down there?"

"Because I'm apparently gross." Joy snickered, finishing off her warm beer.

"Get your gross ass over here." Jules mumbled, rolling over on his back again.

Joy struggled to stand, using the wall behind her as leverage to regain her footing. "I don't know what I'm gonna do." She admitted. She wasn't sure who to be angrier with; Jules or Al.

"Me?" Julian chuckled deep; his plump lips curling past his teeth with a wide smile.

"Gross, no." She sat next to Julian on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. "Where am I gonna sleep? Albert's still in my room- thanks, by the way."

"Your welcome baby, anytime." Julian nudged Joy's back with his knee, laughing through his nose quietly.

"Sarcasm." Joy turned. "I was being sarcastic."

"You owe me." Julian mumbled; his eyes growing heavy.

"Yeah, a kick in the nuts."

"No." He chuckled. "You chased away my pussy for the night, you got me slapped, and now I gotta put up with your ass until Al gets done-"

"No." Joy giggled, lying back in the bed next to Julian. "You did that to yourself. You gave him my key- which... how did you get my key again?"

He turned his head slowly, looking to Joy with vacant eyes. "I snatched it while you were putting your face away." He grinned. "This is your fault. I never would've given him your key had you not forced me to talk to that journalist for an hour. Longest hour of my fucking life. I've had conversations with supermodels that had more depth." Julian raised, looking over at Joy with wide eyes. "Supermodels." He repeated; his face serious.

"Well, you weren't exactly Prince Charming, I'm sure he wanted it to end just as badly as you did."

Julian sighed, lying back in the bed again. He reached for Joy's hand, intertwining their fingers. He moved their hands to his abdomen; nonchalantly gazing up at the ceiling.