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Sempiternal

You know that feeling you get when you're being watched in your dream and all of a sudden you get pulled out of it and it's like....What did I do?!

Well, I was drifting through the land of fantasies where you win the lottery, run off with a band and ride unicorns into the sunset when all of a sudden the sound of plastic hitting my skull ruptures through my brain.

Now, I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing. It's fair to say I woke up to a blistering headache and....oh. A boy. Boy with pretty eyes and floppy hair and a good fashion sense.

Wow wow wow.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE YOU-" I screamed at the familiar face, holding a controller up that appeared to have been lying on my bed.

"Good morning Juliet, may I say you look like a goddess in the morning." He grinned as if he'd done nothing wrong as I stood up.

I looked down at myself, crap. Why did I let a modern Romeo into my room looking li- oh wait, I didn't. As usual, my hair was just...well, big footish and tangled, my nails were bright pink, already chipped and how do I explain my pyjamas? #SleepingLikeSpock. You guessed it I had pjs to make me look like I worked as an officer on the USS Enterprise...is that so bad?

"Thanks but no thanks." I started picking up clothing, including the same pair of jeans, some socks, a plain grey hoodie and a Pikachu T-shirt because Apparently they don't like any other Pokémon apart from good ol' Pikachu, Tepig, Snivvy and Oshowatt.

"If you'll excuse me..." I waltzed out, majestically stubbing the door frame and cursing loudly.

"Ah, she sounds like and angel and walks like Rihanna." You can imagine how I told him to shut his pie hole. I can't believe he just said that.

A few minutes later of frantically applying eyeliner and trying to get into my too-small jeans...maybe more than a few minutes...I emerged out of the bathroom and tucked the pjs under my pillow. Until that night when I would become Spock once again.

I reached for a hair brush and started complaining over and over again about how bad my hair was. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." He rolled his eyes and sat on my bed. How dare he.

After about an hour my hair was FINALLY nice and straight and I was sure I looked near acceptable at least, we climbed out my window and left the door stopper in between the two shutters that closed over the windows to keep out bugs.

A rucksack (mines a Totoro one, hells yeah), a bottle of coke for me and water for him and we were off, down the lane of rich people houses.

As soon as I was sure my brain was awake, I started blasting music through headphones, obviously Blake found it acceptable to use them too. Some may say it's too early for Oli Sykes when you get up at noon but I say it's all day everyday music. Unless you have a headache, so I put up with it.

"THIS. IS. SEMPITERNAL." We both shouted down the street. The music shot through my body like poisoned but sweated my mind like a hot chocolate, awakening me and comforting me as usual.

It's fair to say we got a fair few looks, a few thumbs ups and the occasional "wannabes" remark but I wasn't so awkward around him. Oh god no. Ew. Why did I say that.

I wish summer and half terms were sempiternal. Time seems to go so quickly when you're happier and doing reckless things with creepers.

"So, Spock. I know you like good music, you aren't into 'media crap' games and you like to eat. So I have questions to ask, I've probably asked them before but okay." He shrugged, turning to me as I scowled.

"Fire away, playboy," I smiled sweetly.

"Favourite colour?"

"Well, I'm conflicted but I like deep purple. Haha, Deep purple."