Small things

'I don't think you wanna know'

'Emily. Emily your okay! Emily! Oh my goodness. EMILY! Emily look at me! Look at me, your okay!' My eyes slowly squint open, and all I can see is a big blurred flame, orange, red, yellow - all around me. My leg is burning, it feels like someone has just stabbed me in the back and keeps twisting and twisting and-

I gasp for air, jerking my upper body out of bed. It's dark, and all I can hear is my heavy, heavy breathing. 'Where am I?' Is my first thought, I check my alarm clock ; 3:47 am. It was a dream. It was all a dream. Why do I keep dreaming of the fire? Why?! Still heavy breathing I check my pillow to see its full of sweat, and that my heads soaking from sticky sweat too. So I go limping from sleep into the bathroom and half heartedly turn on the lights, I thorough wash my face and the back of my neck where I sweated and got back into bed.
I can't sleep. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes all I can think about it the fire and I immediately wake up in horror. To pass time I check my phone, and hope someone, anyone, would be up to talk now (at 3:56 am ; I have very high hopes) but no one, everyone's offline. So I try again, I close my eyes and try sleeping - but I wake up again to find sweat dripping all down my neck and memories of fire, so I take out my laptop and decide to watch 'The Fault In Our Stars' because my first was gonna be 'Catching Fire' but then I realised it wouldn't exactly be the best choice for someone in, well my situation at the moment, you know?

7:45 am

It's still early, and I can't believe I'm doing this but I can't stay in bed for any longer, I slip out of bed into the bathroom and get ready and by 8:15 I'm downstairs eating breakfast when Jack enters the kitchen with the ultimate bed head that makes me giggle. 'What?' He cringes, 'nothing, just nice hair' I giggle back. 'Thanks, now why are you up so early?' He mutters getting milk out the fridge, I sigh, 'you know, just couldn't sleep...' I say with a fake smile, 'night mares?' He says raising an eyebrow. 'You could say that.' I sigh turning away gazing into the big lawn behind our house, all green surrounded with tall protective oak trees to protect our garden and a fence leading into a big field of horses, I remember when I was little, in the summer holidays we would always run out into that field and have a picnic, and there my mum would delicately plait my hair with daisies in it, and we would sit and make flower crowns together while dad would play out on the field with Jack, and someone else - who weirdly enough, I just can't remember who? But those were the good days, I remember looking up into my mothers big bluey green eyes as her brown wavy hair would splash across her face as we would chase eachother through the green..

'You ready for tonight?' I hear Zach's voice over the crowd of the school hallways leaning against the side as my locker as I take out my books, 'Yep' I say popping the p turning towards him, 'look, if it gets too awkward - or you feel un comfortable, just tell me, I mean I just thought it would be a good idea for you guys to get along since you know he's a really 'great lad'' 'Don't worry Zach, I'm fine' I say giving him a knowing smile and closing my locker. 'Or at least I will be fine, after I ace this maths test.' I smile kissing him on the cheek and heading towards the maths corridor.

7:45 pm

I look at my silver watch on my left hand as I enter the grill, where I'm meant to be meeting Zach and...Ugh Noah. I see Zach sitting on a three seated table at the back of the restaurant and walk over to him waving my hand frantically, he walks over and takes my coat and gently kisses me on the lips as we both sit down next to each other. And then Noah comes, great. 'Hey' he grins with a trace of fakeness in his grin. We both greet him together and then the hell starts, what is the most typical thing two guy talks about when they forget a girl is around? Football. Like what I think I freaking understand quiditch better than football! And to my luck just when they stop talking about football, they are talking about cars. But thank the Lord of life saving waitresses the godess of a waitress comes over and saves this conversation by taking our orders, I order a pasta salad and Noah and Zach both order burgers. 'thank you' I say in a little too obvious of a tone after ordering, but not for taking our orders, for saving my life with this football car talk!

Right I regret them not talking about football and cars now. (Curse you waitress lady) We are already about 3:4 quarters through our meal and now no one is talking and Noah keeps making creepy eye contact with me, like he's thinking of me. And I'm not the best in those situations. 'I think I'm just gonna head to the bathroom' he says in a serious tone, still staring at me. After he's gone to the bathroom I can't stand it anymore, I need to know what he has with me, so I also get up and follow him until we are out of sight where I immediately push him against the wall and stick my elbow right up to his next to he's in some sort of headlock and can't move, even though he's about a head taller than me. 'What's going on?' I say through gritted teeth, 'what-what do you mean' he hisses back, 'Why are we so awkward, Noah why are we like this? Why?!' I hiss back pushing him harder into the wall. But he doesn't fight back, he could easily push me away down to the ground but he just remains still. 'You wanna know? You wanna know why we look the same, think the same, react the same, have the same surname? Well, I don't think you wanna know' he says back pushing out of my grip back to the table. Leaving my gob smacked, what is he trying to say?