In Your Dreams

36 || Emmett Larkin

Alecks and I sat in silence, side by side, while both of us read a magazine. I don't know about Alecks, but I'm only reading this magazine for the latest gossip and issues in the Hollywood industry. Recently, it's been juicy and intriguing. Normally, I don't read stuff like this, but sometimes the curiosity can't be controlled.

"Do you think blue will look good on me?" Alecks asks out of nowhere. I turn my head to face him just to notice that he's reading a fashion magazine. "I'm thinking about dyeing my hair with blue streaks or just fully blue. Not the bright blue that made me look like a smurf—"

A chuckle came out of me the moment he'd mentioned smurf, "At least you're aware of that."

He glares at me before looking back to his magazine in hand. "I'm thinking more like midnight blue shade. You know, the shade of blue that nearly looks like black." He explains just as he flip a page in his magazine. I didn't say anything else since I'm too busy reading as well as imagining Alecks appearance with blue streak on his hair. Somehow I think it'll look good on him, if we're thinking about the same shade of blue that is. "Anyway, what were you supposed to tell me before you decided to give me the silence treatment?" He asks, placing the magazine down on the table beside him.

That's why he'd thrown me a random question out of the blue. "So the hair thing wasn't genuine, just to see if I was able to talk to you again." Alecks nod his head even though I didn't ask for his confirmation. "I bumped into someone earlier, before I leave my building." I say casually as I carefully close the magazine I was reading and place it back to the pile of magazine in front of me.

"I know!" Alecks replied impatiently. "You've already said that through message. I want to know who did you bump into."

I roll my eyes and ignore his enthusiasm to this topic. He'll even love this conversation once he'd know who I'm talking about. That's just how he functions sometimes.

"Remember my neighbor, Julie?" I ask, trying to figure out how can I stall this even further without Alecks reacting violently.

Alecks stares at me with narrowed features. He went silent for a while, looking as if his going through multiple files inside his mind just to remember who Julie is. "The one with the short-blonde hair that looks like a bedazzled coconut?"

"Stop being mean. She looks great," I mutter, defending one of the nicest building neighbor I have. Though, that did flash in my head when he'd mentioned it.  "It's an interesting choice for her, that's all I can say." I say just to stop the chuckle that's building inside my throat.

"Okay, what about Julie?" He crosses both of his arms over his chest, looking more serious than before.

I really thought once I've mentioned the cousin's name, he'll immediately figure out whom I'm talking about. But nope, maybe he'd already forgotten about pretentious witch. Which only made me look like an idiot since I still remember her and her actions vividly.

"So? What about Julie?" He repeats, looking impatient for every second that passes.

It's now or never. I'll just hope that Alecks won't react violently, especially since we're e in a public place.

"Remember her cousin—"

"The witch is back in town!" Alecks stood up from the bench we were sitting on and look at me with a frantic expression.

A sigh came out of me when I notice some pairs of eyes in the barber's shop turned their attention at us. Especially at the person who immediately stood up and practically screamed the word witch. I know he wanted to say it meaner and more harsh than witch, but there's some ounce of self-control inside of him that told him that we're in a public place. So he decided to just settle with the word "witch" instead of the other one that rhymes with it.