In Your Dreams

41 || Phoebe Summers

If I had a chance to talk to my past self and tell her that Emmett had been acting weird. She would have definitely believed me. There aren't any ounce of doubt within my past self to not believe the Emmett is indeed acting differently. But if I tell her that Emmett had been acting weird—in the most friendly and kind manner… My past self would never, ever believed that, and she might have called me a crazy for even trying to pretend I'm her from the future.

Too bad she wouldn't believe me because that's precisely what's happening right now. Like this moment in time. This specific moment where I'm sitting on the couch with Emmett Larkin, peacefully watching some random quiz show we could find to take inspiration from.

“This is stupid,” Emmett snarls as he kept on scrolling around just to find an interesting game show. “And boring,” He adds before playing a game show about—

“Nope, I think that's just a random clip from a TV show.” I mutter after realizing what he just played.

A slow smirk forms on the corner of his lips, and a shimmer of interest shines brightly in his dark chocolate eyes as he watches one of the characters in the TV show get hit by a car battery after getting the question wrong. “Why don't we make it like this? Surely, this is more interesting than a double dare.” He grins before turning his head to face me.

I cross my arms and lean away from his unsettling grinning expression. “And get physically assaulted and possibly get blunt forced trauma? No, thanks.” I offer a smile before shaking my head.

“Oh come on!” He lifts his hands up and gesture at the random TV show clip he'd played. “Wouldn't you like to see the opposing team get hit by a fucking car battery on the head?”

The instant he'd mentioned that, the image of a huge car battery falling on Emmett's head had somehow entertaining. Might replay that thought every time I feel bad.

“I'm down as long as it's just you who will be assaulted badly.”

The grin on his face quickly dissipates and flipped into a deep scowl, or possibly a frown. I still can't tell the difference when it's on Emmett's face. He turns back to the television and exited out the clip he'd played and proceed to look for other stuff.

“You're no fun,” He muttered under his breath still continuing on finding a great game show to take inspiration on. “Why do we need to do this again? Like why can't we just go with it and not find any game show as a reference?” He wrinkles his nose before glancing around the room, clearly looking for other signs of life where there's only the two of us. “And also, where the fuck are Alecks and Hanz?”

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to remember what they told us before they leave. “Something about laptop, I think?” I shake my head once, I failed to remember what was the reason why they left. But I'm certain it was the laptop thing, and that Alecks asked Hanz to come with him to get his laptop. I turn to face Emmett, “Does Alecks live in a dorm?”

He snaps his neck to face me and a look of irritation rushes around his expression. “Why do you want to know?”

Ah, we're doing this. Answering questions with more questions. I love this game. Lilian and I play this all the time.

“Why are you asking me that question?” I narrow my gaze at him, showing no signs of weakness or any indication of me backing down at this. “Where's Alecks dorm anyway?” I threw another question at him.

He was silent for a minute, and I was just watching as his nostrils flare a little bit with each second passing. After a few more, he finally tore his irritated eyes at me and went back to do his business with the television. “He's not far from here. He lives in a boarding house.” He finally answers, though with a little bitterness in his tone.