In Your Dreams

38 || Emmett Larkin

"Do I really need to be here?" I whine as I follow Alecks, each step I take feels heavier and heavier. "Can you and Hanz just tell me what y'all discuss?"

Alecks abruptly stopped walking and turned around to face me. He has his eyebrow raised while one of the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "Why? You don't want to see Phoebe?" His arms had begun to crossed over his chest as he stares at in silence.

It's bad enough that I had to see her during rehearsal. Now I also need to see her for this group presentation. As much as I want to just fail and not participate to save me from ever seeing her again, I'd rather not see an incomplete remark on my credits.

"Even if I let you go right now? What are you going to do?" Alecks drawls, the smirk on his face is still there, slowly growing even more noticeable. There's an itch that's crawling around my fist, pushing me to try to punch the smug look on my friend's face. "Head home and just stay there? What if your ex-girlfriend is still in the building and now that you've cut your hair, she will be able to recognize you now." He says, his voice never wavering or showing any signs of indifference. His pair of eyes soften for a second before a hand reaches out and rests on my shoulder. "Face it, Emmett. You have no other choice. So just play nice, okay?" He flashes me a smile, hope in his eyes that I'll smile back.

I simply shrugged my shoulders to push his hand away from it and shake my head. "Fine, I'll come with. But don't expect me to play nice." I point a hard finger right in front of his face before taking the lead to the rehearsal room.

Playing nice with Phoebe Summers means being soft and friendly to her. That is the opposite of what I want to happen. Too bad Alecks wouldn't understand the dilemma I'm having right now. As long as I stick to the plan, everything will be fine.

For the rest of the walk, we didn't talk much, maybe because when I glance over my shoulder, I see Alecks staring down at his phone. I don't know what he's doing or who he's messaging with, all I want to do is get this over with. The sooner we get out of here, the less emotions I will be having.

After a few seconds, we've finally arrived at the door of the rehearsal room. I dig a hand from my back pocket and fish out some set of keys after I try to twist the doorknob open. Once I've found the right key, I inserted it to the knob and twist it open. I take a step back before pushing the door open to let Alecks inside before I do. He opened the light and another phenomenon appeared right after the light flicker open.

The couch isn't alone in the room anymore. There are now a small television mounted against the wall in front of the couch.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter before I close the door behind me. Alecks didn't say much, just a chuckle came out of him when he noticed the upgrade Asher made in the room. "Is he planning on making this a home?" I murmur as I stare at the mounted television on the wall. Numerous questions, fly around my mind. One of them was how did he manage to mount the television? As well as, when did he mount the television?

The chuckle from Alecks had grown louder, bouncing all around the quiet room. "At least it feels homey." He says as he falls down on the couch with a soft flop from the cushions.

The moment he sat down on the couch, the door swung open revealing Hanz tired face. Despite him looking like he just woke up, his face lit up the moment he notices the newly mounted television in the room.

"Dang, did Asher made another upgrade?" He smiles before quickly joining Alecks on the couch. "Movie marathon!" Hanz reaches out for the remote control that's resting on the coffee table and turned on the television. Alecks didn't do anything to stop him, instead he sat deeper on the couch and watch Hanz scroll around the selection of movies that are available to watch in one of the streaming services. "Asher even went ahead and add his account here." Hanz mutters as he continues to scroll around.