"Oh my god- Logan. You may have actually done something amazingly right with this."
Logan rolls his eyes and nods between bites of his piece, resting his head in his hand when he finishes. Derek sits on the other side of Julian, talking about a new girl he met in a coffee shop as he polishes off his second piece.
"So…ignoring this cake," Julian gestured with his fork, while doing the complete opposite of ignoring the chocolate cake. "I told my agent that no, I didn’t want to do another rom-com, because I practically just finished one. And she got all whiny like she does, and said that this next job would be perfect for my age bracket…" He continued after wiping chocolate from the side of his mouth. "So I told her I’d consider it- That’s all I said! Consider it. And she goes and dumps a whole bag worth of research material and paperwork on me. I’m standing in the airport waiting for my car, and she unloads more crap on me. What did she expect me to do? God, she’s brilliant, but she’s pushier than I am…"
"Uh huh." Logan supplied and took a long drag of black coffee. He peered behind Julian to exchange glances with Derek, who was leaning back in his chair and picking through emails on his phone.
"So I might have to leave to do yet another rom-com, hopefully I’ll be back in time for- Hey, are you two listening?" Julian glances to Logan and then to Derek, his threat level obscured by the chocolate icing near his temple. How he got it all the way up there, Logan didn’t bother guessing.
"Yeah, of course." Logan and Derek chorused at the same time. Logan sat there and listened to Julian prattle on some more until he felt a poke in his side from Derek. He glanced back behind Julian, green eyes quizzical as his best friend gestured subtly to the table they were sitting at.
Half. Half of the Cadbury chocolate cake was gone. Not half of the whole, but half of the cake after him and Derek had made a dent in it. Logan furrowed his brow in a moment of pure disbelief, glancing between the actor and the cake. Julian Larson-Armstrong, who spent most of the time complaining about his goal weights for new roles. Julian had eaten half a chocolate cake and didn’t look like he knew that he had.
"So I had to make a promise that I would hold off on thinking of any other movie deals until I pieced through roughly ninety percent of all that crap, and- What do you want now?" Julian arched an eyebrow at Logan’s nudge to his side.
"Jules." Derek added and tapped their friend’s empty plate with his fork. Julian glanced to Derek to glare, but eventually followed the fork to the plate, and then to the partial cake. And straight-up paled.
Logan and Derek howled with laughter as Julian shot out of his chair fast enough to stir paper napkins to the floor.
"Are you freaking kidding me!? WHY DIDN’T ANYONE STOP ME?" He whirled back around to them, a slight blush tinting at his cheeks.
"We were waiting to see if you’d explode." Derek grinned.
"You two are the worst friends ever!" There was the familiar sound of Julian’s foot stomping the floor before he rushed out of the room to find the nearest treadmill.
"Yeah, whatever, Bogtrotter."
"FUCK YOU, LOGAN."
Humble introduction, Jules. I'm Logan Wright. Call me by my full name and die a painful death.
Because we've got nothing better to do than answer your questions...
[Logan is the loser in blue.]
(Jules is the one with the handwriting of a sixteen year old girl. He's in red.)