GROANING OUT LOUD, I surf through more channels on the television before ultimately deciding that there's nothing to watch and switching it off.

Throwing the remote on the other side of the couch I slump down on it feeling bored out of my mind.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon; around twelve-thirty pm. And I have nothing planned to do today. I didn't feel like studying, even though I needed to but, in my defense, I already did that all week. 

Juliette took the role of tutor very seriously, not once throughout the week was, I left bare. You'd be very surprised how hard English can be, sure it may look simple but when you start digging into the verbs, and tenses, and all that stuff you'll realise how wrong you were about it all.

She made me have a newfound respect for all the authors out there. Day in day out writing endless pages of letters that form into words that somehow make a paragraph that turns into a plot that makes a story and honestly, it's so tiring.

With the test being a few days away the fear of failing is etched into my mind constantly. It's everything that I think of from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed and if everything goes well, I won't have to tell my parents or my friends anything. Not like I was going to in the first place.

I should really invite Juliette over for some extra sessions. Maybe I should text her about it.

Soon after my thoughts were interrupted by a loud annoying voice barging into the living room. "What you doing?" Diana says in a singsong voice, making her way to the same couch that I'm sitting on and plopping herself on it.

Oh, God.

"What you doing?" she repeated in the same voice.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Nothing?" 

"Yes, can't you see?"

"Okay, do you want to watch a movie or something?" she said while picking up the remote and switching on the TV that I recently switched off.

"There's nothing to watch."

"What do you mean 'there's nothing to watch?' There's always something to watch, you're just not looking hard enough."

"Who said?"

"Me," she rolled her eyes, "who else?"

"Well, for your information Diana, I have searched hard enough—why are you even here? Don't you have better things to do with your life than disturb me?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know—homework?"

"You're funny," she rolled her eyes at me again before clicking on the series that she decided to watch.

I looked at the screen before looking back at her, "Friends, seriously?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"You've watched it like fifteen times,"

"And so? . . .It's my comfort show." 

"It's annoying—you know what? Give me the remote, there's actually a show that I wanna watch?" I go forward to snatch the remote from her hand yanking it towards me and removing it from her grasps.

"What? NO!" she takes my hand and grabs the remote forcefully dragging it to her side.

"Do you want the remote?" I pull the remote to my side bringing her along with it as the last lyrics of Friends' intro plays.

"Yes," she grunts trying to get the remote back to her.

"Fine. Then have it," I release the remote from my grasps sending her flying to the floor and landing flat on her butt making her send out a loud groan.

"You fucking—"

"Ah!"

"Oh, just shut up I'm not a child anymore," she got up from the floor rubbing her now sore butt and sat back down on the couch all sulky. Her shining pale blue eyes now dark and gloomy.

Shifting closer to her I nudge her elbow slightly as she pushes me away, "Leave me alone Dean," she muttered.

"I'm sorry," I say nudging her even more.

"Apology not accepted."

"Really, I am."

"I don't care," she pushes me away from her as she cuddles her knees to her chest.

Before I could apologise again, a screaming, wet, giggling, four-year-old, came running into the living room and jumped on top of me taking the breath out of my lungs.

Her nanny, Miss. Grace, came running after her holding her towel and a fresh new set of clothes.

"Daphne, come here right now,"

"No!" she giggles.

"Daphne, you're wet come here," Miss. Grace comes to pull her off me as Daphne screams straddling me even tighter.

"Daph, let go!"

"NO! Ahh Dean PROTECT ME!!" she says as Miss. Grace lifts her up from me simultaneously tickling her sides which makes her laugh uncontrollably.

At that exact moment I got a call from Axel telling me to meet him at the cinema in an hour.

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Walking through the automatic sliding doors of the cinema I easily spot Axel from the crowd and walk towards him. Turning around he notices me and starts waving like a mad man.

"Hey!" he calls out to me, "over here!"

"I can see you, Axel. I'm not blind," I pocket both my hands and stand next to him. I start looking around everywhere wondering how I haven't been here in months. "Who else is coming?" I said after a while, turning my attention back to him, "Hmm?"

"Knox might also be coming, I texted him as well, but he said he might be a little bit late. So, it'll just be you and me for now."

"Okay . . .anyone else?" I turn to look at him.

"Nope."

"We really are your only friends, aren't we?"

"Yep, that's why you guys can't ever leave me," he throws both his hands on my shoulders in a hug squeezing me tightly.

Removing his hands of my shoulders, I ask him what movie we were going to watch, and he says that we were going to watch a new action film that just came out about a week ago. 

"I promise you it's worth it," Axel says all giddy.

"I'll believe it when I see it anyways, I can't wait for Knox anymore tell him to meet us inside the—"

"No, we can't enter just yet."

"Why not?"

"Do you know what time you came?"

" . . .touché"

"Um, I don't have the popcorns or sodas yet so, how about I go get that and you just go wait over there by the seats, okay?"

What's taking him so long?  I wonder to myself as I cross my left leg over the other while letting out a very heavy sigh. God, I'm tired.

At the moment I'm perambulating, walking anywhere my legs could take me, while playing a stupid game on my stupid phone, waiting for stupid Axel to bring the stupid snacks, so we can watch the stupid movie and get on with our stupid lives. 

But I guess I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings, because I soon found myself lying on the floor covered in a very sticky liquid with a girl on top of me saying sorry like one million and one times.

"It's okay, it's oka—" I stared at the girl in front of me, " . . . Julie?"

"What the fuck!?"

Shit, shit, shit.

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