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A bit of a following to this part http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13381364/ So go check that one for this to have some semblance.
A life of criticism, Julian manages to find yet more trouble... and unexpected support...
Finally managed to make something for myself. Collabs are awesome but this was planned for a long time ago. I want to thank Kingsley Bun for helping with the proofreading.
Comments/critiques are appreciated. Has some strong language. ICly, characters are speaking in French.
==================================
“It’s my turn!”
“Piss off, Fabien!”
A scene so repeated, you could say it was typical in the Cross-Kiraly household: One of the younger sons reclaiming rights, the eldest fighting them off.
“You already beat that level you said you were! It’s my turn!” yelled the young canine, reaching for the controller of the system in Julian’s hands. Big mistake and, as the punch prompted by the 13-year-old saluki to the 9-year-old’s arm testified, Fabien could only meekly walk away.
“You have to head out to your dumb practice anyways… If you or the other dummy come here, I’ll make you pay for it!”
The saluki kept playing on the Nontentsu device. He saw the doorknob twisting and he instinctively braced for the second brother to come in demanding playtime, only to meet his mother’s gaze.
“Game off, Julian, time for soccer practice…”
He had to do a double take. Him? Soccer practice? Since when? “Wait… quoi?”
“You heard me. Get dressed, leaving in 5”
“Mom I don’t have soccer practice. You’re thinking of the other two…”
“I signed you on for it. You did say it went okay some time ago, no?”
The transition confusion to anger began. “I never said that! Why would I say that shit?!”
Veronique frowned at her son. “Don’t use that language with me. You know you have to do an extracurricular activity and more so with your grades…”
“They are fine!”
“But you never cracked the honor’s list…”
“Whatever, I won’t go to something I don’t want to go…”
Again with this. “Julian listen to me. I don’t know why you are rebelling like this alwa-”
“You know…”
That statement flew right past her. “-ys, your brothers enjoy it so much, and it will do well for you…”
“I won’t go…”
Now this was upsetting. “Listen to me. You will go to those practices or no gadgets for a month…”
“Whatev-”
“Or art stuff”
“WHAT? YOU CAN’T DO TH-”
“Get ready. In the car. Going in 5. If you’re not there by the time I say so, I’ll take them all away. You will do what this family tells you. Got it?”
Anger and ranting later, the pup had no other choice but to oblige, Needless to say, it was a pretty grumpy ride from start to finish, the saluki not speaking to anyone, looking out of the car window in a way to zone himself out. They arrived to the high school and, after a couple mandatory exercises later (all which Julian pretty much failed at to the others’ amusement), he sneaked out while the class was on a last free scrimmage break into the school gymnasium, laying on a bench in anger and catatonia, for that day was one of his worst from beginning to end.
“Is that him!? Dude!”
He heard a pair of voices calling someone, apparently him. Looking up, Julian recognized the callers as those guys who accidentally pelted him with a basketball at first, but later managed to introduce him to this small solace.
“Julian, over here!” the weasel girl exclaimed. “We got the locker keys and time, want to ball again? It’s been so long!”
Seems it wasn’t a bad day literally from beginning to end. Julian got up and jogged to his friends, who, odd to him, looked at the dog in slight awe.
“Whoa…”
“What? What’s going on?” He didn’t realize it at first, but the others sure noted he was a good head taller than the last time they saw him; easily 5’ 11’ if not more.
“What have you been… eating?! You’re huge!” blurted Robinson, the Briton avian.
The saluki realized the issue that was referred to. He did get taller than the rest of his family, come to think about it, all the times the high pantry had to be reached or stuff hidden from Fabien and Olivier in all new places. “Um…”
“You are the wall, now let’s go!”
“I read that guys like me should better stick for shooting. I’m pretty sure I’m a crap defender…”
No way in hell the tall guy will shoot and destroy the amateurs. “Dude, downsize. Is that or back with the soccer people outside?”
Julian’s mind was changed so quickly. “Let’s go! Me and Nadia will kick your sorry asses!”
And off they went to their little scrimmage. This crappy day sure had a somewhat good ending. Would’ve been a better ending with a flawless victory over Luc and Robinson, but eh, 4 out of 5 was enough. End of day came by and each to their respective homes.
It was all back to ‘la routine’: School, afterschool soccer program, basketball escapades after the latter. But something particular happened: The escapades slowly ate through the soccer program. Julian found himself slowly engrossed into the rebel sport. He got to the court alone, grabbed a ball and dribbled his heart out. His lanky size proved amazing for the sport. And when the guys found out he could grab the rim, now THAT was impressive. There was a point where he didn’t even bother to show to the dreaded soccer practices anymore. Poof. C’est fini. Julian was focused on the basket on that time where he was locked out of his house.
The thing continued for enough weeks perfectly… until the certificate day loomed by. Since Julian missed out on many sessions due to his side hobby, he wouldn’t be getting the certificate the rest of the class would’ve. Needless to say, one night, the school contacted mom first… and when she disconnected that TV it was obvious bad news would be had.
“What do you think you’re doing?” as stern as a mother could get.
“Doing what?”
“Don’t play fool with me Julian. Your soccer director called, told me you were absent for half of the program.” Well busted. “We paid good money for this! What do you have to say for yourself?”
Julian retorted, tone just as stern. “I said you can’t force me to do what you always fucking want. Pay all you want, I won't, peri-” his reply cut short by his mother’s palm swiftly hitting the right side of his muzzle.
“Stop with the language! You’re being a disrespectful brat!” Thank god the twins were at a friend’s house and Arnaud was waiting on the car. The tension between son and mom was palpable; the saluki having a verbal throwdown. There was a moment where enough was enough, as he got up and started to retreat upstairs, ignoring whatever complaint his mom had; he heard these things before, a fucking broken record.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“To my fucking room! Or are you too engrossed in Fabien and Olivier and you’re thinking of their room downstairs? Like I don’t fucking exist? Like what I like doesn’t matter anymore?”
“You’re always wasting your time! At least they know how to behave and work!”
“Yeah remind me how shitty I am again!” He slammed the door of his room, strong enough to crook an adjacent painting.
“Don’t dare slam doors here!” The best example of reverse psychology, as he slammed it again, not only one, but three more times; the female saluki deciding some sort of punishment was sure in the near future. But Veronique didn’t have time for that, as she was running late for a meeting with her brother, Jean-Paul and his wife Nicolette. Arnaud asked her wife why the tardiness, to get a rebuttal every time. As they pulled up to a ritzy restaurant next to the shopping district, the reunion went swimmingly for the night. A question that rocked the canine lady threw her off balance.
“How’re the kids, Veronique?” asked Nicolette, her tone cheery.
“Oh they’re great. Fabien and Olivier just completed their first professional soccer program!” answered Arnaud Cross, the bluish-grey saluki, very proudly, taking a sip from the wine they were having.
“And don’t forget they have this university tour very much soon” interjected Veronique, the mother. For quite the while they seemed happy to talk about the younger Cross-Kiralys and their recent achievements. Ignoring the odd “got any kids yourselves?” jab Veronique shot at her brother, much to the couple’s charging (“Remember not everyone can conceive easy” Jean-Paul texted to her sister under the table), but the discussion seemed to lack someone… the first kid.
“And how’s Julian? Been so long since I’ve heard of him…”
“I like to think he’s doing fine…” said Arnaud, for his wife to take it away soon after.
“Julian’s… definitely a handful...” the mother of three admitted. “He… tends to prefer certain things that we know won’t lead him to a good future. We want him to have good footing for a good future, but he seems to be going through this… rebellious phase. Drawing, basketball, just stuff not to our standards”
“Honey, you know he could be doing a lot worse” interjected Arnaud, who did not witness that debacle of earlier today.
“I tried everything with Julian. I just don’t know why he can’t be more like his brothers…” confessed Veronique, to others’ surprise and to Nicolette’s well disguised slight disgust. Her way isn’t necessarily the only way. She knew her sister-in-law was some sort of iron lady. Rigid icy businesswoman, who always had her way of stuff, the “right” way; Jean-Paul even joked she hyphenated her name to keep up with her two male brothers and that a silly thing like gender won’t stop her.
In the midst of the conversation, the Canadian canine thought of a brilliant plan. She grabbed her phone, made it ring on the settings option and pretended to pick up. “Oui?… oh dear…alright I’ll get to it asap…” she ‘hanged’ “I’m so sorry guys, but I can’t stay for long. Got a call from the company; need a desktop to work on and send important stuff. Do you mind if I go to your house? It’s really important” she plotted.
“Of course not! You may use it as you need, Nicki…” Mr. Cross replied, giving her a set of his house keys as she excused early from her table to get a taxi to the Cross-Kiraly household…. But not just yet… This is a shopping center, where was that sports store they walked through again?
The ride was quick and fairly cheap, Nicolette how on the Cross-Kiraly residence. She thought she was alone, but the sound of steps upstairs disagreed with her thought. Was it him? Veronique did say the twins weren’t at home. Going to the bedroom from where the sound was, Nicolette knocked on the door.
“FOUS-MOI LE CAMP!” the voice inside shouted, startling the canine.
“Julian, it’s me, Aunt Nicki…”
“Did mom send you?!”
“She’s not home, the car isn’t here. Can I come in? I bought you something to eat…”
She wasn’t sure if it was the saluki’s own will or his hunger, but the door opened. Checking if she was truly alone beforehand, he let her inside the pup’s room, accepting the snacks she brought. Julian sat on his bed and dug in on his plate. Nicolette noticed, while there was the usual mess typical to teenagers, the room was not unusual in any way at first sight; presumably, the place where Julian was safe to be himself. She was curious into what was that “himself”. Julian, on the other hand, knew there was something about Aunt Nicolette. Why was she here? Why did she came early? He couldn’t figure it out yet…
“So, how do you like school?” she broke the ice while sitting on the saluki’s bed.
Julian grunted. “Full of losers. Every subject’s boring and mom won’t let me grab the subjects I want.”
“Which are?” she went through his backpack, absentmindedly, checking his notebooks. Mostly blank except for scribbling… and some great looking pen sketches. Lovely, she thought.
“Art Ed or Technical drawing, but nooooo, she forces me to pick shit like… National History…”
“These are amazing, Julian”
The saluki look at what her aunt was looking at. In panic, he yanked the notebooks away from her. “Don’t!”
“What’s wrong?”
Julian gave out again. Maybe if he talked enough she’ll leave soon. “Fine… Mom doesn’t want me to draw or do stuff that I want. She thinks I get distracted. It’s ALWAYS her way. It’s drawing or basketball or-”
“Basketball?”
Damn it. Julian felt he gave away too much. “Nevermind…” he mumbled, shutting away.
Nicolette chuckled as she leaned back a bit. “Funny…Your mom did tell me you ‘escaped’ your soccer lessons…Did basketball have to do with that?” The nodding answered her question and confirmed Veronique’s suspicions, she smiled in reply. “Wow! Really? I love basketball! How long you’ve been playing?”
Julian was skeptical. “…What?”
“I thought you escaped to smoke or something harmful to yourself. You scared me! But really, I’m glad you’re doing something positive…”
“You… really like basketball?”
“Huge fan; I follow the FBA, huge Biker here …”
“Bikers? You like Ryan Malone?”
“I really do”
Julian smirked. “He’s okay I guess. Maybe too textbook for my liking, and why does he act like he has a stick up his ass all the time anyway?”
Julian thought she was faking it, but the more they talked, the more he saw that his aunt was really into the sport and was, all in all, a very cool person. Not once was he never criticized or put down for his preferred activities and, as time went by, from discussing Julian’s art to his desire to keep playing, he thought he found someone he can be true to. But, besides stealth-reforming the saluki, Nicolette had something else in mind. It was possibly big and certainly controversial, but she saw that Julian was happy. If he took advantage of what he liked, he wouldn’t be forced into nothing and be very successful in what he picks; the reddish-blonde canine thought this was a big goal. In the end, nothing to lose and she’ll take the blame if it backfired.
“You know… I know you told me you hate school…” Julian nodded, one could say almost proudly. “…But in truth, education is important. If you get good grades, you can get to a good future…”
Julian’s smile faded. “That’s the same shit mom says. Let me guess: “To keep in the Kiraly business like me and your grandpa? To be a big businessman?” I’m tired of it.”
“Let me finish, young man…” she replied. “…If you keep up with good grades, it’ll open for a good future. Whatever you choose to do; there is a place for your great drawing skills and even for basketball. You can do something here, or even apply to a university back in Canada. The world can be yours…”
Julian shrugged it off, scoffing. “As if mom and dad let me do something outside France, even outside the university she wants me, Olivier and Fabien to go.” His voice heavy with angst.
She nodded. “Not to worry. I will talk to Veronique and Arnaud, and will defend you. You have talent young man. Take it and make them huge. Now, you promise you’ll do well in school and respect your superiors? ”
An eyeroll later, he said yes.
“Splendid. Oh! I almost forgot… Here’s this. For a great nephew.” She gave him the bag from the mall. Inside, a deflated ball with its air pump; from the looks of it, it was an official one. Julian didn’t know what to say. Nicolette had to head out, the conversation now done. “If they find out, tell them to call me.”
“Aunt Nicki?” the voice inside the room replied just as the aunt walked out of the bedroom’s door.
“Oui?”
“…You’re the coolest. ”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She could say Julian was… like the son he never had. If Veronique only knew this side of him…
A life of criticism, Julian manages to find yet more trouble... and unexpected support...
Finally managed to make something for myself. Collabs are awesome but this was planned for a long time ago. I want to thank Kingsley Bun for helping with the proofreading.
Comments/critiques are appreciated. Has some strong language. ICly, characters are speaking in French.
==================================
“It’s my turn!”
“Piss off, Fabien!”
A scene so repeated, you could say it was typical in the Cross-Kiraly household: One of the younger sons reclaiming rights, the eldest fighting them off.
“You already beat that level you said you were! It’s my turn!” yelled the young canine, reaching for the controller of the system in Julian’s hands. Big mistake and, as the punch prompted by the 13-year-old saluki to the 9-year-old’s arm testified, Fabien could only meekly walk away.
“You have to head out to your dumb practice anyways… If you or the other dummy come here, I’ll make you pay for it!”
The saluki kept playing on the Nontentsu device. He saw the doorknob twisting and he instinctively braced for the second brother to come in demanding playtime, only to meet his mother’s gaze.
“Game off, Julian, time for soccer practice…”
He had to do a double take. Him? Soccer practice? Since when? “Wait… quoi?”
“You heard me. Get dressed, leaving in 5”
“Mom I don’t have soccer practice. You’re thinking of the other two…”
“I signed you on for it. You did say it went okay some time ago, no?”
The transition confusion to anger began. “I never said that! Why would I say that shit?!”
Veronique frowned at her son. “Don’t use that language with me. You know you have to do an extracurricular activity and more so with your grades…”
“They are fine!”
“But you never cracked the honor’s list…”
“Whatever, I won’t go to something I don’t want to go…”
Again with this. “Julian listen to me. I don’t know why you are rebelling like this alwa-”
“You know…”
That statement flew right past her. “-ys, your brothers enjoy it so much, and it will do well for you…”
“I won’t go…”
Now this was upsetting. “Listen to me. You will go to those practices or no gadgets for a month…”
“Whatev-”
“Or art stuff”
“WHAT? YOU CAN’T DO TH-”
“Get ready. In the car. Going in 5. If you’re not there by the time I say so, I’ll take them all away. You will do what this family tells you. Got it?”
Anger and ranting later, the pup had no other choice but to oblige, Needless to say, it was a pretty grumpy ride from start to finish, the saluki not speaking to anyone, looking out of the car window in a way to zone himself out. They arrived to the high school and, after a couple mandatory exercises later (all which Julian pretty much failed at to the others’ amusement), he sneaked out while the class was on a last free scrimmage break into the school gymnasium, laying on a bench in anger and catatonia, for that day was one of his worst from beginning to end.
“Is that him!? Dude!”
He heard a pair of voices calling someone, apparently him. Looking up, Julian recognized the callers as those guys who accidentally pelted him with a basketball at first, but later managed to introduce him to this small solace.
“Julian, over here!” the weasel girl exclaimed. “We got the locker keys and time, want to ball again? It’s been so long!”
Seems it wasn’t a bad day literally from beginning to end. Julian got up and jogged to his friends, who, odd to him, looked at the dog in slight awe.
“Whoa…”
“What? What’s going on?” He didn’t realize it at first, but the others sure noted he was a good head taller than the last time they saw him; easily 5’ 11’ if not more.
“What have you been… eating?! You’re huge!” blurted Robinson, the Briton avian.
The saluki realized the issue that was referred to. He did get taller than the rest of his family, come to think about it, all the times the high pantry had to be reached or stuff hidden from Fabien and Olivier in all new places. “Um…”
“You are the wall, now let’s go!”
“I read that guys like me should better stick for shooting. I’m pretty sure I’m a crap defender…”
No way in hell the tall guy will shoot and destroy the amateurs. “Dude, downsize. Is that or back with the soccer people outside?”
Julian’s mind was changed so quickly. “Let’s go! Me and Nadia will kick your sorry asses!”
And off they went to their little scrimmage. This crappy day sure had a somewhat good ending. Would’ve been a better ending with a flawless victory over Luc and Robinson, but eh, 4 out of 5 was enough. End of day came by and each to their respective homes.
It was all back to ‘la routine’: School, afterschool soccer program, basketball escapades after the latter. But something particular happened: The escapades slowly ate through the soccer program. Julian found himself slowly engrossed into the rebel sport. He got to the court alone, grabbed a ball and dribbled his heart out. His lanky size proved amazing for the sport. And when the guys found out he could grab the rim, now THAT was impressive. There was a point where he didn’t even bother to show to the dreaded soccer practices anymore. Poof. C’est fini. Julian was focused on the basket on that time where he was locked out of his house.
The thing continued for enough weeks perfectly… until the certificate day loomed by. Since Julian missed out on many sessions due to his side hobby, he wouldn’t be getting the certificate the rest of the class would’ve. Needless to say, one night, the school contacted mom first… and when she disconnected that TV it was obvious bad news would be had.
“What do you think you’re doing?” as stern as a mother could get.
“Doing what?”
“Don’t play fool with me Julian. Your soccer director called, told me you were absent for half of the program.” Well busted. “We paid good money for this! What do you have to say for yourself?”
Julian retorted, tone just as stern. “I said you can’t force me to do what you always fucking want. Pay all you want, I won't, peri-” his reply cut short by his mother’s palm swiftly hitting the right side of his muzzle.
“Stop with the language! You’re being a disrespectful brat!” Thank god the twins were at a friend’s house and Arnaud was waiting on the car. The tension between son and mom was palpable; the saluki having a verbal throwdown. There was a moment where enough was enough, as he got up and started to retreat upstairs, ignoring whatever complaint his mom had; he heard these things before, a fucking broken record.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“To my fucking room! Or are you too engrossed in Fabien and Olivier and you’re thinking of their room downstairs? Like I don’t fucking exist? Like what I like doesn’t matter anymore?”
“You’re always wasting your time! At least they know how to behave and work!”
“Yeah remind me how shitty I am again!” He slammed the door of his room, strong enough to crook an adjacent painting.
“Don’t dare slam doors here!” The best example of reverse psychology, as he slammed it again, not only one, but three more times; the female saluki deciding some sort of punishment was sure in the near future. But Veronique didn’t have time for that, as she was running late for a meeting with her brother, Jean-Paul and his wife Nicolette. Arnaud asked her wife why the tardiness, to get a rebuttal every time. As they pulled up to a ritzy restaurant next to the shopping district, the reunion went swimmingly for the night. A question that rocked the canine lady threw her off balance.
“How’re the kids, Veronique?” asked Nicolette, her tone cheery.
“Oh they’re great. Fabien and Olivier just completed their first professional soccer program!” answered Arnaud Cross, the bluish-grey saluki, very proudly, taking a sip from the wine they were having.
“And don’t forget they have this university tour very much soon” interjected Veronique, the mother. For quite the while they seemed happy to talk about the younger Cross-Kiralys and their recent achievements. Ignoring the odd “got any kids yourselves?” jab Veronique shot at her brother, much to the couple’s charging (“Remember not everyone can conceive easy” Jean-Paul texted to her sister under the table), but the discussion seemed to lack someone… the first kid.
“And how’s Julian? Been so long since I’ve heard of him…”
“I like to think he’s doing fine…” said Arnaud, for his wife to take it away soon after.
“Julian’s… definitely a handful...” the mother of three admitted. “He… tends to prefer certain things that we know won’t lead him to a good future. We want him to have good footing for a good future, but he seems to be going through this… rebellious phase. Drawing, basketball, just stuff not to our standards”
“Honey, you know he could be doing a lot worse” interjected Arnaud, who did not witness that debacle of earlier today.
“I tried everything with Julian. I just don’t know why he can’t be more like his brothers…” confessed Veronique, to others’ surprise and to Nicolette’s well disguised slight disgust. Her way isn’t necessarily the only way. She knew her sister-in-law was some sort of iron lady. Rigid icy businesswoman, who always had her way of stuff, the “right” way; Jean-Paul even joked she hyphenated her name to keep up with her two male brothers and that a silly thing like gender won’t stop her.
In the midst of the conversation, the Canadian canine thought of a brilliant plan. She grabbed her phone, made it ring on the settings option and pretended to pick up. “Oui?… oh dear…alright I’ll get to it asap…” she ‘hanged’ “I’m so sorry guys, but I can’t stay for long. Got a call from the company; need a desktop to work on and send important stuff. Do you mind if I go to your house? It’s really important” she plotted.
“Of course not! You may use it as you need, Nicki…” Mr. Cross replied, giving her a set of his house keys as she excused early from her table to get a taxi to the Cross-Kiraly household…. But not just yet… This is a shopping center, where was that sports store they walked through again?
The ride was quick and fairly cheap, Nicolette how on the Cross-Kiraly residence. She thought she was alone, but the sound of steps upstairs disagreed with her thought. Was it him? Veronique did say the twins weren’t at home. Going to the bedroom from where the sound was, Nicolette knocked on the door.
“FOUS-MOI LE CAMP!” the voice inside shouted, startling the canine.
“Julian, it’s me, Aunt Nicki…”
“Did mom send you?!”
“She’s not home, the car isn’t here. Can I come in? I bought you something to eat…”
She wasn’t sure if it was the saluki’s own will or his hunger, but the door opened. Checking if she was truly alone beforehand, he let her inside the pup’s room, accepting the snacks she brought. Julian sat on his bed and dug in on his plate. Nicolette noticed, while there was the usual mess typical to teenagers, the room was not unusual in any way at first sight; presumably, the place where Julian was safe to be himself. She was curious into what was that “himself”. Julian, on the other hand, knew there was something about Aunt Nicolette. Why was she here? Why did she came early? He couldn’t figure it out yet…
“So, how do you like school?” she broke the ice while sitting on the saluki’s bed.
Julian grunted. “Full of losers. Every subject’s boring and mom won’t let me grab the subjects I want.”
“Which are?” she went through his backpack, absentmindedly, checking his notebooks. Mostly blank except for scribbling… and some great looking pen sketches. Lovely, she thought.
“Art Ed or Technical drawing, but nooooo, she forces me to pick shit like… National History…”
“These are amazing, Julian”
The saluki look at what her aunt was looking at. In panic, he yanked the notebooks away from her. “Don’t!”
“What’s wrong?”
Julian gave out again. Maybe if he talked enough she’ll leave soon. “Fine… Mom doesn’t want me to draw or do stuff that I want. She thinks I get distracted. It’s ALWAYS her way. It’s drawing or basketball or-”
“Basketball?”
Damn it. Julian felt he gave away too much. “Nevermind…” he mumbled, shutting away.
Nicolette chuckled as she leaned back a bit. “Funny…Your mom did tell me you ‘escaped’ your soccer lessons…Did basketball have to do with that?” The nodding answered her question and confirmed Veronique’s suspicions, she smiled in reply. “Wow! Really? I love basketball! How long you’ve been playing?”
Julian was skeptical. “…What?”
“I thought you escaped to smoke or something harmful to yourself. You scared me! But really, I’m glad you’re doing something positive…”
“You… really like basketball?”
“Huge fan; I follow the FBA, huge Biker here …”
“Bikers? You like Ryan Malone?”
“I really do”
Julian smirked. “He’s okay I guess. Maybe too textbook for my liking, and why does he act like he has a stick up his ass all the time anyway?”
Julian thought she was faking it, but the more they talked, the more he saw that his aunt was really into the sport and was, all in all, a very cool person. Not once was he never criticized or put down for his preferred activities and, as time went by, from discussing Julian’s art to his desire to keep playing, he thought he found someone he can be true to. But, besides stealth-reforming the saluki, Nicolette had something else in mind. It was possibly big and certainly controversial, but she saw that Julian was happy. If he took advantage of what he liked, he wouldn’t be forced into nothing and be very successful in what he picks; the reddish-blonde canine thought this was a big goal. In the end, nothing to lose and she’ll take the blame if it backfired.
“You know… I know you told me you hate school…” Julian nodded, one could say almost proudly. “…But in truth, education is important. If you get good grades, you can get to a good future…”
Julian’s smile faded. “That’s the same shit mom says. Let me guess: “To keep in the Kiraly business like me and your grandpa? To be a big businessman?” I’m tired of it.”
“Let me finish, young man…” she replied. “…If you keep up with good grades, it’ll open for a good future. Whatever you choose to do; there is a place for your great drawing skills and even for basketball. You can do something here, or even apply to a university back in Canada. The world can be yours…”
Julian shrugged it off, scoffing. “As if mom and dad let me do something outside France, even outside the university she wants me, Olivier and Fabien to go.” His voice heavy with angst.
She nodded. “Not to worry. I will talk to Veronique and Arnaud, and will defend you. You have talent young man. Take it and make them huge. Now, you promise you’ll do well in school and respect your superiors? ”
An eyeroll later, he said yes.
“Splendid. Oh! I almost forgot… Here’s this. For a great nephew.” She gave him the bag from the mall. Inside, a deflated ball with its air pump; from the looks of it, it was an official one. Julian didn’t know what to say. Nicolette had to head out, the conversation now done. “If they find out, tell them to call me.”
“Aunt Nicki?” the voice inside the room replied just as the aunt walked out of the bedroom’s door.
“Oui?”
“…You’re the coolest. ”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She could say Julian was… like the son he never had. If Veronique only knew this side of him…
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Julian's having the typical "I dont wanna fucking do what you want me to fucking do and you arent fucking listening to me and frankly it's pissing me off" mindset of most children. I've been there. But what's really warming is that he's got someone in his corner that can help him out. Not only did Nicky connect with her nephew, but she also 'tricked' him into trying in school by convincing him that it really COULD have a good outcome for his future.
Wonderful chapter Harlow. I really gotta catch up on stories!
Julian's having the typical "I dont wanna fucking do what you want me to fucking do and you arent fucking listening to me and frankly it's pissing me off" mindset of most children. I've been there. But what's really warming is that he's got someone in his corner that can help him out. Not only did Nicky connect with her nephew, but she also 'tricked' him into trying in school by convincing him that it really COULD have a good outcome for his future.
Wonderful chapter Harlow. I really gotta catch up on stories!
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