In Your Dreams

24 || Emmett Larkin

What the hell do I do now? We've finally arrived at the rehearsal room. I'm already sitting on the floor to accommodate Phoebe's wishes to sleep on the couch. I couldn't even follow through my plan of drawing random things on her face when she had finally fallen asleep. Not only because I don't have a marker with me, but also Phoebe decided not to take her power nap and simply lie on the couch, wide awake. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have give her a warning about my mischievous plan. But at least she won't be able to fall asleep peacefully knowing I'm around her.

I pull out my phone to see if anyone had replied to my message I've sent when Phoebe and I were on our way to the rehearsal room. When I didn't see any notification, I went to my messages to Alecks to finally type the message I was supposed to send him.

Me: Phoebe and I are already in the rehearsal room.

I stare at the message I've sent and decided to just forward the same message to the group chat. Might as well break the new that Phoebe is joining the band.

Speaking of Phoebe, I glance up to see her still lying on the couch. Her nape is supported by a soft pillow, giving her a comfortable angle to stare at the ceiling above her. I swear that pillow wasn't there yesterday. Asher must have snuck it in here when no one was around. He seems to have an agenda to make that couch more comfortable each day. I shake my head before placing the phone back in my pocket.

"So," I draw out, catching Phoebe's attention off from the ceiling. She twists around and lie on her side to look at me, no signs of weariness around her eyes. "You're not going to take a power nap?"

Phoebe shakes her head, "No. I think I'm good." She flashes me a smile before twisting around to stare at the ceiling once again.

"You're welcome," I murmur out as I push myself off the ground.

A scoff came out of her and from where I'm standing I can see her forehead drawing both of her eyebrows together. "For what?"

"For keeping you awake." I walk to my bag that's lying beside the couch. When I got near the couch, I flash Phoebe a pretend smile while she throws deadly daggers at me. Something about seeing her riled up is pure entertaining. I pull out my tumbler from my bag and drank the remaining liquid inside.

Fuck, I must have forgotten to refill my tumbler with water last night.

I look down at the woman sprawled across the couch below me. Her eyes seem to have been watching me while I was drinking. Despite me staring down at her, she didn't dare to look away. It's like she has her guard up and ready to react when I'm about to do something. A quiet chuckle came out of me before I shake my head.

"I'll head out for a moment," I shake my tumbler around. Only a small splashes of water hit the side of the tumbler can be heard from it. "Need a refill."

Phoebe narrows her eyes are me suspiciously. For a second, I thought she'll just look at me without saying anything. But to my surprise, she pushes herself to sit up straight before standing up. "Can I come?" She asks before walking to her stuff and pull out her weaponized notebook.

The fuck does she have to bring that?

"Yeah, sure." I drawl out, still staring suspiciously at the notebook in her hands. "But why the notebook?" I ask as I point a finger at it.

She looks at her hands, pretending to look like she hadn't noticed, grabbing something from her bag. After realizing she has her notebook in her hand, she chuckled it off and wave a dismissive hand at me before placing the notebook back in her bag. "Oh, I meant to grab my phone." She made a funny face, her acting skills are terrible. "Though," Phoebe purses her lips and decided to pull out her notebook again. "It wouldn't hurt to bring this with me. You know, just in case," She stares at me with murderous intent.