My Childhood sweetheart

Grey with a touch of gold

A/N: You'll probably need Google translate :3 hopefully it won't mess up stuff. Send me a message if you're not sure ^^

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Derek's P.O.V

Spring has leapt out of nowhere. I find my self sitting cross legged in a shaded clearing. The trees surrounding me aren't intimidating which is a pleasant surprise for once. A sweet woodland scent wafts off them in the light afternoon breeze.
Well. I think it's afternoon. I can't actually see the Sun...

Nevertheless, I guess I'll just enjoy this. There isn't any pain for once. The blue tit in a nearby oak tree is already beginning to lull me back to sleep.

But then something moves. Quite a small something, but it was bright and instantly catches my eye.

I'm upright in a flash, desperate not to lose sight of something so fascinating, so different to the rest of my surroundings. It darts away the moment I take a step forward, and the chase begins.

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Hannah's P.O.V

*Snap*

The Venetian blinds a-tapping in response to the wind brought me back down to Earth, to the room that had so far been my heaven and hell. My groggy state had definitely not improved, judging by the pounding sensation I could feel at my temple.

I managed to yawn at the same time as stretch, finding myself in the bed I had sat facing the night before.

How the hell did I make it up here?
Why am I so dizzy?
What's this acrid taste in my mouth?

Despite these confused thoughts rushing in my head, I desperately wanted to go back to sleep.

But then someone sneezed.

I practically shot up into the air at the sound, startled out of my wits. It didn't take me long to realise the sneeze came from somewhere right next to me...

A panicky feeling started to build up within me. What the hell had I been up to? There's a stranger under the same duvet as me. Why can I not remember getting into bed? Oh goodness me...

I tried and calmed myself down, and readied myself to confront this bed-sharer-person. After counting to ten I slowly rolled over for a glimpse of them.

But, as you do, I ended up staring into a pair of grey eyes, with rings of gold around the irises. They contrasted hugely to the mop of dark hair that fell past his ears. I was definitely shocked, it must have been visible, because I could see the corners of his mouth turn up into an odd sort of smile.

"Guten Morgen hübsches Mädchen,"  is what I think I heard, in some heavily accented voice.

That didn't really cross my mind much, I was already falling off the bed. The fact that he spoke, made it all too real. I bumped into Sheila on my way down, and she fell to the ground with a muscial "thwack".

"S-S-sean! Sean! " I shrieked , causing the dark haired stranger to break up into bouts of deep laughter.

My Australian friend pretty much smashed his way into the room by the time I realised I had been saying his name wrongly. Either way, it worked.

I saw him assess the situation, looking from me to the creep on the bed and back. Then I saw a smile appear on his face and heard a chuckle escape his throat.

What the hell...have I gotten myself into?

"You could at least get my name right, little lady," he smirked. "What's the problem?"