I woke up again to thumping on the door. Rob was sound asleep, so I went to open it. I opened the door, and saw it was Julian.
"Hey Jules," I whispered.
"I need to talk to you," he said urgently and quietly.
"Can it wait?" I asked.
"No! I need to talk to you now," he said. I widened my eyes.
"Alright. I'll be out in minute." I shut the door and jotted a quick note down, putting it on my side of the bed. I threw on a sweatshirt and sneakers, going out to the hallway. Julian was sweaty, and his eyes looked glassy. His brown hair hung low over his eyes, which had bags under them.
"What's up Jules?" I asked, concerned. He looked down.
"Let's go for a walk," he suggested. I followed him down the hallway of the hotel, puzzled. We got to the end of the hallway and he turned to go down the stairs. We went down silently, only our footsteps echoing across the empty staircase. He then turned out a door, and we were outside. He hurriedly walked past a bench, then kept walking. I had to jog to keep up with him. By the time he stopped, we were in a secluded garden with tall trees around it.
"Julian, what's going on?" I asked, crossing my arms. He looked at the ground.
"You know how I was arrested?" he asked.
"Yeah?" I replied softly. I did know, but I had never asked him about it. I figured if he wanted to open up to me, he would.
"I keep feeling guilty," he said, his voice quivering. "I was drunk. I barely remember it. We were at a club, and s-she kept looking at me-at us-and I just....We were dancing and I didn't think and she told the police. I thought she was Nikki. I swear. Alex, I'm a horrible person," he said, his voice straining.
"You're not a horrible person Julian, alright? You're the sweetest guy I know. You had a lapse in judgement. That's all. You're not a horrible person," I said, touching his arm reassuringly. He looked up at me, and his beautiful blue eyes were clouded.
"Alex, I feel so horrible. People hated me because of that and they thought I paid the judge off to get out of it. People thought I was a low-life scumbag who was a womanizer," Julian's voice chorused into an echo of sobs.
"Julian, it's ok," I said. I wrapped him in a hug. "It's alright. It's ok."
"Alex, I was arraigned on one count of indecent assault and battery. I was charged with groping a woman at a Halloween party at a Boston bar. Alex, you have no idea," he sobbed into my chest.
"It's ok Julian, it's ok," I whispered, stroking his head.
"I'm a horrible person Alex," he whispered.
"Julian Francis Edelman. Look at me."
Julian lifted his head.
"You're not a horrible person. You're sweet and thoughtful and are an amazing person. You're also my best friend," I said. He smiled.
"You mean it?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes. I mean it. You're my best friend, Julian." I kissed his cheek. "I promise."
*Sunday night, before the football game*
"LET'S GO ROB!" I yelled. "I WANNA SEE WES BEFORE THE GAME!"
He trotted out of the bedroom wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I punched his arm.
"Go get into something warm!" I sighed. He came back out minutes later in jeans and a sweatshirt.
We floored it to Gillette, and got to the stadium in ten minutes. I was really excited to see Wes again. I ran into the stadium with Rob by my side, ready. We ran inside and I immediately sought out Wes.
"WES!" I yelled, running toward the tiny WR.
I hugged Wes and over came Tom, along with Julian. They all hugged and we all were happy and crap.
"I missed you Wes!" I exclaimed. He laughed.
"I've missed you guys too," he said.
"So how've you been Wes?" Tom asked. Alright, I'll admit it, they totally had a bromance.
"Great! You ready for the game?"
"No!" all four of us echoed. We laughed. Soon we wouldn't be laughing.