In Your Dreams

13 || Phoebe Summers

Damn, his voice.

It was... Something.

I had no idea that he sounds that good when he's singing. His speaking voice was something else, but the way he sings and adjusted the note to suit his voice was... Amazing.

Honestly, I don't know what else to say about that. That was my first time hearing him sing, and I genuinely now know the hype why most of the students love Emmett fucking Larkin's voice. There was a reason why Emmett is somehow famous in our department, and that was the reason.

Imagine that he sings with the rest of the band. Imagine how stunning he would sound like-especially with Alecks.

I only heard Alecks sing. It was that one time I "accidentally" followed him around the campus. It was like I somehow walk to the same direction to where he was walking too. I couldn't say that it was stalking since it was way too convenient. But anyway, while I was walking a few meters behind him, I can hear him softly singing a song. I wasn't familiar with the song he was listening, but whatever it was blasting in his headphones, his voice was perfect for it. If Emmett voice feels like a cool air caressing every fiber of my skin. Alecks was the definition of a siren. It really did lure me around the campus until he enters his class. Another reason why it wasn't stalking, his voice was luring me in like I'm some sort of rat following someone with a flute.

I believe there's a better analogy for that, but honestly, I feel like a sewer rat. The headache subsided-thankfully. Yet, the sudden intrusion of Emmett during my peaceful time was making me feel like shit. The notebook thing wasn't really my intention. Somehow I feel guilty hurling it to him, multiple times-despite that he deserves it. If I were him, I would have press charges.

Anyway, I'm happy that I got out of there as soon as class dismissed. I even try to look over my shoulder just to check if the fucker was following me around. But when he wasn't in around, I kept walking out of the building and into a harsh sunlight.

I look around the open area, seeing different students walking around and chatting. Some sat down on the grassy floor while doing whatever they were doing with their laptop. I even saw some playing The Sims. A smile forms on my face when I got closer to see that they have an architect ID lace wrapped around them. Somehow an architect is playing Sims to get some inspiration doesn't surprise me.

I kept walking forward, noticing every nice details around me. Even the couples sitting under the tree with their hands holding each other put a small smile on my face. Despite me smiling, something churns in my stomach that's awfully feel like envy. I tore my eyes away from the couple and continued out the campus and make my way back to my dorm.

At lest in my dorm I'm safe from Emmett and whatever else that resembles love. Not being bitter, but I hate that I feel envious to those who had found someone special. Call me hopeless romantic, but I couldn't find someone special.

Someone who will make me laugh randomly. Someone who will be there for me whenever I'm feeling down. Someone who understands me.

I even tried to date both men and women just to chase that bubbly feeling that people kept talking about. The bubbly feeling did come, but it didn't stay for long. The bubbly feeling turns to hurt and sometimes despair. Among everyone I dated, only Lilian stayed as friends. It turns out the bubbly feeling I have for her wasn't love, it was only enjoying being platonic with her.

I release a sigh and try to catch my breath the moment I reached the entrance of the dormitory building near the campus. Lifting my head up as I glance at the multiple layers of floors towering over me. Thank God for the building to have elevators. My room is located in the ninth floor, and I never intend to try the set of stairs. Especially after a shitty day, I don't to chance it.