Oh darlin', what have I done? WHO: Julian and Jo WHEN: Mid-day WHERE: The Summers House
During the space of time where everyone's memories had been wiped, Julian had been taken to a time before any of the ugliness between him and his family had ever happened. He'd been the good son he'd always been; he'd even hugged his mother. Getting his memories back had been hard. For three days, he'd avoided any and all eye contact with his mother. He didn't hate her; but he couldn't help the words that came out of his mouth when they were talking. Well, when she was talking. Julian mostly yelled nowadays. The blank slate had given them the chance to see what life could be like if Julian wasn't so messed up...it had been beautiful. But they couldn't get back to that. Julian didn't know how. Julian didn't know if he could. There was too much hurt and no matter how much he tried to rationalize it wasn't her fault, all of his anger was directed at her.
But life needed to go on.
He found the flier while getting his morning coffee in town. He'd ignored the first sixteen he saw, dismissing the whole thing as a waste of time. As he sipped his coffee and tried to read for class, however, he figured there might be at least a few of the pack who would be interested. And he could think of one specifically. He didn't know if Jo would be home, but she seemed like one of the few people he could actually stand to be around today. His mind was too jumbled to get any studying done, and he didn't want to go home. Besides, Jo would understand if he tried to breach the idea of leaving the Packlands for a place in town for a little bit. Until he made enough money to build his own home on Summers land. Nobody else would. They'd jump in, try to give him money...he didn't really need the money; he just really needed some space.
Cutting the engine on his truck, Julian grabbed the flier that had been sitting in his passenger seat and hopped out. He'd taken the flier down from right outside the coffee house. Knocking on the door, he sincerely hoped Jo was home. He didn't want a lecture or any more drama. He just wanted a friend.