Timeless

Chapter 12

7th November 2012

Ok, so I've basically become addicted to Twitter since yesterday. I also set up an Instagram account, and stalked the heck out of Julian - creepy. I decide to upload a couple of pictures of me and Katie last night, and stick my SD card into the computer. It's only when they're done importing on the computer that I see the picture of Jemma and I on the first day we met The Collective. Julian's on my right, his hand around my waist, and without my noticing, he had been staring down at me smiling.

I go on Twitter and attach the photo. 'First day I met @JulianDeVizio and the rest of @TheCollective12 Fun day :-)'

I crop the same picture down to just Julian and I, post it on Instagram and then set it as my profile picture.

I also post a picture of Katie and I on Instagram, captioned, 'Me and gorgeous girl, Katie, before we went to see X Factor :-D'

'Julian De Vizio mentioned you in a tweet!' pops up with a ding on my iPod.

'@MissAveryJ easy to see how I fell for you that day xx'

Next my iPod chimes, indicating a text from Julian. 'Feeling better this morning? xx'

I smile. 'Yeah, just overdid it last night with my fangirling ;-) how are you feeling after last night?'

'A little shaken up, but it was bound to happen. Only 2 weeks to make it through :-) are you free to catch up today?'

'I will say it numerous times - you guys were fantabulous last night! And yep, I'm free and home alone :-( rescue me from my boredom?'

'I can be at yours in 20. See you then xx'

'Damn, now I have to motivate myself to shower and get dressed :-/ see you soon xo'

'Ha don't mind if you're stinky ;-)'

I do mind if I'm stinky, so I go and wash up, not actually able to have a shower because of my stitches. But they come out tomorrow and I'm so excited. I put on a knee length dress, because it's too irritating to wear pants with the incision. I run a brush through my hair, brush my teeth and then shrug at my reflection in the mirror. It's not going to get any fancier than this.

When Backup sits at the front door, I know Julian must have arrived. I wait for the doorbell to ring, and then go and open the door.

"Hey, oh!" Julian exclaims, noticing the giant lump of a dog at my feet. "Uh, hi nice puppy."

I laugh a little. "This is Backup. Backup, this is Julian." I introduce them politely, then focus on Julian, who is still regarding the dog cautiously. "Backup is a fully trained protection dog, so don't turn out to be a murderer ok?"

Backup does something I've never seen him do - he stands up, tail wagging, and forces himself on Julian for a pat. Julian is wide eyed and a little hesitant.

"I think he likes you," I say reassuringly. He has Backup around his little finger, so I know for a fact there's no questioning his character - always trust a dog's instincts.

Julian walks in, feeling less afraid than before, and gives me a kiss. "Your house is cool," he notes, looking around the living room.

"Want a tour?" I ask, and when he agrees, we start. I show him downstairs, the kitchen and living rooms the only major excitement happening down here. I go against doctor's orders and slowly climb the stairs for the first time since my operation - I'm such a rebel. It's kind of painful, but mostly my stitches itch like crazy. I point out the bathroom, spare room, Mum's room, and then finally, my room.

I watch Julian's reaction as he walks in. His eyes are wide and wondrous, taking in the craziness that is my room. It's so weird that I haven't been up here in about two weeks. I walk over and sit on my bed, enjoying the feel of the fluffy rainbow blanket sitting on the end. Julian is admiring my CD and DVD collection, the trophies and awards on a shelf, my weird decorations sporadically placed around the room.