Kyle and Julian

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Kyle goes looking for Julian to enact some 'big brotherly' style retribution. Power tools are involved. (Okay, it's a stud finder, and Julian totally freaks himself out. And then there is laking.



In the interest of upping the torment levels, and fairness, Kyle waited a few hours before going in search of Julian. Which gave him the chance to get a stud finder from the tool shed and use duct tape to cover the STANLEY logo. It didn't take long to find the young man, holed up in the room he shared with Fred and Johnny, but without his squad of roommates. Which was good, because Kyle didn't want to have to convince them he absolutely needed to speak to Mr. Keller alone.

"Julian!" He said, almost too gleefully. "You know what this is?" he asked, waving the device. He was pretty sure that Julian 'worth something like a couple billion dollars' Keller had no idea what a stud finder was, or what a stud was, or that you even needed a tool to find them.

Having dreaded this inevitable conversation, Julian tensed up, shifting the DVD from one hand to the other. "Um, hey Kyle." He looked at the small device in his hand, "No idea." It was an awkward question, he'd been expecting the man, who was essentially Angel's older brother, to hit him- but perhaps that's what the device was for.

Kyle pressed a button on the plastic handle of the stud finder, and it made a 'bloot!" noise. "This. Is Forge's patented telekinetic detector thingy." He looked down at it and pressed the same button again. "Okay, I have no idea what he really calls it. It makes telekinetics puke. A lot. It's not any good in long range, but short..." He waved a hand at the space between him and Julian. "It's good insurance. So what'd you do to Angel and why is one of my trees charred?"

"Oh..." was the only word that came out of Julian's mouth at first. "Well, what did she tell you already? Because there's two sides to any story, Kyle." Granted hers was probably more accurate, but if there was a chance at avoiding having Kyle on his bad side, then he had to take it. His stomach turned slightly, the energy field from the machine making him feel ill.

"Haven't asked." Mostly because Kyle wasn't sure Angel would approve of his plan. "Rumor mill says you're a douche and made her cry. That's good enough for me." Because it was the principle of the thing. Angel wasn't crazy, she didn't cry at the drop of a hat, so whatever had been done must've been pretty bad. "So you wanna just go visit a dumpster now, or try to explain and then visit it?"

After a brief moment, "Now would be fine. I'll explain on the way." Julian started walking toward the stairs. "I guess it wouldn't hurt me to take another shower today- already had two."

They weren't supposed to cooperate in being trash-canned. Kyle led the way, in a highly confused state. "Dude, that's a lot of showers. Wait, did someone else already toss you into something? Because man, if you've already been trash-canned, I gotta have words with whoever did it and didn't let me help." He sounded very matter-of-fact about it, and entirely annoyed. "Okay, so explain. Because yeah. Now I'm curious."

The teen shrugged and started down the stairs. "Prom didn't go well. You're aware of the arrangement that Angel and I had? That I took Esme, Esme Stepford, to prom to cheer her up?" Julian looked to Kyle, "She got the wrong idea. She kissed me or...I dunno, I kissed her- it's kinda fuzzy."

"You're an idiot." Kyle said, pausing to look Julian in the eye. "So, okay, whatever, Angel let you take some other chick, and by the way, a crazy chick, to the prom. That's weird, but whatever. But you kissed her?" It was more-or-less what the rumor mill had spread, although he'd heard everything from "Julian slept with all the Stepfords!" to "Angel tried to set Julian on fire for looking at another girl!". "Were you drunk, or like, high or whatever, possesed by someone's evil brain clone or something?"

"I dunno, man," his head still hurt and the events of two nights ago seemed like a distant memory. "I know I told her no...but the next thing I knew, I was kissing her. Angel walked out, saw it and ran off." It would make more sense that she'd used telepathy on him if he hadn't actually wanted to kiss her. "I did want to- but I didn't want to, you know?"

Kyle had no idea what any of that meant. Which is why he didn't date telepaths. "I know you're an idiot." He repeated. Possibly understandably an idiot, but he'd still made Angel cry, and Angel was one of Kyle's friends and therefore by the laws that Kyle had made up in his own head that were backed up by 'he was easily half a foot taller than Julian', the younger man was going into something. "Lake or dumpster? Because you're an accidental idiot, so you get to choose."

"I'd rather you choose," Julian said, opening the front door to the mansion. "And I'm not debating that I'm an idiot, douche bag, asshat or anything else you want to throw at me- I am, no doubt." His stomach was really turning at this point, a hand went over it as the gasses within him gurgled. "Could you, ugh," he paused for a moment, collecting himself. "Could you turn that thing off?" he pointed at the device. "I'm not going to fight you, Kyle."

The gurgle caused Kyle to clap one hand over his face and start laughing. "Dude, it's a stud finder. You just psyched yourself into wanting to barf over a thing that lets me find where people can hang pictures without putting big holes in the walls." He showed the hand-held device to Julian and peeled the duct tape off. "Forge never touched this thing." He shook his head, still laughing, and said "We'll go down to the lake. You can toss yourself in, and I'll take pictures and send' em to Angel. Maybe it'll help."