In Your Dreams

19 || Phoebe Summers

Seriously, am I drunk? Can a person get drunk from having too much adrenaline in their system? I glance down at the cup I'm holding, making sure I didn't accidentally take someone else's cup that contained alcoholic beverage. When I'm aware that the familiar green liquid is still in my cup, I turn to glance at JD. He would not let anyone get near my cup, so the thought of him accidentally letting someone spiked my drink is absurd.

After a second of meeting eyes with JD, I glance back to my cup to have one last test to see if something is different. I lift the cup slowly until the rim of it is touching my lips. I let the liquid flow down and touch my lips before taking and small sip to check the taste of it. Upon doing all that, I can conclude that my drink still tastes the same. No hint of alcohol mixed in there.

Which also means I'm not drunk.

Which also, also means that I fucking heard Alecks correctly, yet again. How is it possible for someone to caught me off-guard, twice in one evening?

A light chuckle escape my lips, tearing the attention of the three men standing before me. They all turned to look at me as I feint nervous laughter. "Band? What band?" I begin to act like an idiot.

Honestly, I'm not even sure how I should act after hearing all of that. First thing that came in my mind was to jump out the window and disappear for the rest of my life.

But that quite irrational and moronic of me.

I'm not durable-is that even the correct word-to even break the glass window in one jump. Who am I kidding? That only happens in staged performance, like movies. This is the real life, I can't break the window by jumping through it.

"Our band, you know, The All-nighters." Alecks says, his face turned towards me, looking as if he's trying to see whether I'm being serious or not. "We've talked about thinking to add some additional members."

I narrow my eyes at him. Now it's my turn to stare at him and watch whether he's being serious or not. It's difficult to tell if someone is joking or being serious in this generation. Or maybe I'm just missing something and the avocado juice had already infiltrated my brain to lose some brain cells.

"Preferably a woman who can sing," I jumped in surprise before realizing Ash and the others had made their way to her from the couch. I turned to look at Ash who's wearing a friendly grin. "To you know, complete the synergy. Plus, we need someone who can harmonize perfectly with Emmett's voice." He nods his head at Emmett, who, by the way, looked like he didn't anticipate this conversation at all.

At least there's something we had in common.

I was about to ask some questions, until Emmett finally spoke up. "Are we sure Phoebe is the right call for this? I mean, she never performed in front of an audience before." I turned to him, and he met my gaze with a smile lifting his lips. "Plus she's inexperience about being in a band. No offense," He mutters before placing a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged his hand off from my shoulder before flashing him a friendly smile. "None taken, asshole." I murmur that last word under my breath, making sure no one heard that last word from me.

Well, he does have a point. I don't have much experience on being in a band-or being with someone like Emmett Larkin for that matter-but he doesn't have to flaunt it around for his friends to know. Made me feel like I don't have any social life whatsoever. I mean, that's my fault entirely, I always lock myself in my room and do whatever I want to do without the need of companionship.

Damn it! I hate it when Emmett fucking Larkin make me realize things in my life that I should change.

"What are you talking about?" Alecks wraps his arm on Emmett's shoulder, pulling him downwards. "Phoebe can handle anything. I bet she can adapt quickly once we invite her over for practice."