"Who is this one?"

Bellamy shouted over the top of the music blasting out from Ted Berny's ridiculously expensive speaker set up. Ted Berny, neighbour from hell for the select few people who lived next to him in the small cul-de-sac three streets away from Pippa's house, so she had explained.

They had broken in through the back door made of glass and spent their entire night together listening to all types of music. Classical, Alternative rock, pop, rap, and now heavy metal.

Neither of them had been particularly interested in talking much.

"Metallica, do you like them?" She shouted back.

They had thoroughly trashed the room. After jumping on the sofa's, dancing like crazy, laughing and a particularly lively pillow fight, they had managed to avoid the conversation that both of them obviously needed to have.

Bellamy took one last jump from the sofa, landing on the floor, rolling to a stop. Pippa laughed, reaching for the remote, switching the music off. The walls and floor stopped shaking, leaving them in an uneasy silence.

"I've never heard anything like them." He replied after a moment to fill the silence.

"You don't have music in the future?" Pippa asked, setting down the remote to lay down next to him on the floor.

"Sure, but it's all vetted. Music like this just isn't played. I'm sure it's been remastered and sent to the government, most music from your time has. They would have consigned it to the vaults, so no one could access it. Too harsh. To different." He replied, sadly.

"To different? No wonder you like it then." Pippa said.

"Yes. I am. I'm too different." Bellamy's tone was bitter and resigned. His mouth pursed sourly as though his words had left a bad taste in his mouth.

"That's not a bad thing, Bell." She replied softly.    

He let out a sharp laugh, rolling his eyes. "Maybe not for you. But everything about my time is uniform. The people, the places, the building, the music, colour, life. My mother thinks I have gone insane." He turned to look at her, his eyes softening as he brought his hand up, stroking her cheek softly.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Did he affect her the way she did to him?

This was the most affection he had showed her. He had been so careful. But he couldn't help it, he had to touch her.

"Maybe I am." He whispered sadly.

"Why would you say that?" She asked, rolling over to move closer to him. His heart pulled at her sad expression.

"I told her I wouldn't marry Melody. She wanted to know why. When I said I had met you, and that you weren't- real, I suppose- she freaked out. I don't conform, Pippa. I don't live for my job. I don't want to climb up the social ladder."

"You told her?" Pippa asked, shocked.

"I think I was going mad, keeping you to myself. I had to tell someone." He replied, sighing. "Haven't you told anyone about your dreams? Me?" Bellamy asked. He didn't know what to think about what he would make of her answer. 

"I told my friend Finchey about my dreams. He knew something was going on when we were studying." She replied.

"And now? Have you told him about me?" Bellamy asked.

"No." She knew her reply was blunt. "No, I haven't. You are real to me in my dreams, Bellamy Jezebel. But I don't think I can admit that you are real outside of it. The concept hurts my mind. It confuses, excites and scares me at the same time."

Pippa scrunched up her eyes. As though she didn't want to look at him.

He stayed silent, looking away from her too, realising what her answer meant.

"Bellamy?"

"You don't think I'm real?" He asked her slowly, his eyes still not leaving the ceiling.

Pippa groaned. Confusion sweeping through Bellamy.

"I don't know what to think. Are you real? I have learnt that everything I experience in this little dream world of mine is. And now that you are here, that includes you. Right? But you say you're from the future. You are smart, funny, open minded and absolutely drop dead gorgeous.-"

Bellamy smirked, he liked to know that was on her mind, even if he didn't like the sound of anything else she was saying.

"-But you are impossible. The idea of you is impossible. And yet, here we are. Here you are. I wish, with every inch of my being that you are." She replied in a whisper.

He wished he could prove to her that he was. He wanted that more than anything.

"Will you do something for me?" Bellamy asked, sitting up quickly, an idea so brilliant he began to curse himself for not thinking about it sooner.

Pippa looked up at him confused at his change of topic. "Yes, of course."

"If I found somewhere near by here, that I could get my mother to send a drone out too- would you bury a time capsule?"

It took a moment for her to let what he was asking her to do sink in, her pause seeming to him like a millennium.

"You want me to do what?" She asked slowly, making sure she had indeed heard him correctly.

"The city has a number of drones that go out and explore the country. If I can get you a location that would keep a small capsule safe for a thousand years, would you put it there? So I could find it. So I could have something of you?" He asked, pleading. His eyes searching hers for an answer.

"Yes. Ok. I will do it." She replied. Her lips curving into the most wonderful smile he had ever seen.

She was breath taking.

He would ask her to bury a hundred time capsules if it meant she would smile at him like that, he decided.

"Good. Ok. I will prove to my mother that you are real. If I can show her this, perhaps I can convince you as well." The prospect of telling his mother his plan brought with it a mix of dread, and hope. Hope that he might be able to finally prove to her that Pippa was real. That he wasn't going insane.

"Come on, we don't have long now. Let's listen to something else." She said, patting the space by her side.

Bellamy nodded, still smiling as he laid back down by her side. Pippa reaching back for the remote.

"Anything in particular?" She asked, clicking the speakers back on, sorting through the music.

"Whatever you like." He would be content listening to whatever she wanted for the rest of his life.

She switched on an alternative rock album as he pulled her into his side. Feeling her next to him, settling into his side as though she belonged there. As though they belonged together.

He pushed the thought from his mind. Even if he could prove it, she would never- could never- be his. Leaning back, he looked back up to the ceiling, savouring the time that they had left, preparing to be separated as morning rolled around.