Not Just A Fan - Josh Hutcherson

Chapter 67

Emma's POV.

I've managed to some what calm myself down after my long meltdown. I just cant think about it anymore for the time being or I'll go mad. The streets are nearly empty and I curse under my breath when I realize I forgot my phone. I think I can manage my way back to the dorms in one piece. My feet ache from the long walk and the dizziness from earlier still hasn't gone away. I feel like I can pass out at any moment now.

The familiar building ahead makes me sigh in relief. I'd give anything to just sleep for the whole day, or the rest of my life, either is good. Something about never waking up is extremely appealing to me right now. As I make my way up the stairs, I have to fight to keep my stomach down. I despise alcohol. I can't believe I willingly put that into my body. I find myself counting each step to keep myself alert. Finally, the steps become fewer.

"One hundred fifty-two." I say when I reached the top. The happiness I feel for finally making it up the stairs is almost childlike. It's then that I notice that someone is sitting outside my door. I can barely make out his shape. He's hunched over and rubbing his tired eyes.

"Connor?" I say in disbelief.

"Emma! Are you okay? Where are your shoes? What happened to you-"

"Shhh please." I beg him. His loud voice is doing nothing good for my headache. I fumble for my keys and try to steady my shaking hands.

"Here." Connor takes it out of my hands and easily opens the door. I'm embarrassed that he has to see me like this.

"You've been drinking haven't you?"

"Yeah." I admit.

"Are you cold? You look cold."

"Yeah."

"You should change."

"Yeah." I nod.

"I mean you should change now. You look uncomfortable in that dress."

"Yeah."

"Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"We're you listening to me?"

"Urm not really." I blush.

He walks over to me drawers. Me? Why do I sound British? I begin to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he smiles as he returns with some sweats and a T-shirt.

"Nothing. Gracias." I clutch my stomach as I double over in laughter.

"What's going on in that little brain of yours?" he takes a seat next to me.

"Little brain? I'll have you know," I put my hand over my heart, "that I, Emma Rose Palmer, am the brainiest person you'll ever meet."

"Brainiest?" he looks at me like I'm a lost puppy. I just wanna squish his cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?" I realize that I am, in fact squishing his cheeks.

"Sorry." I give his cheeks one last squeeze before putting my hands down.

"You're very touchy tonight." he smirks.

"I am not!"

"Really?" he looks down at my hand and I follow his gaze. My fingers are grazing over his knuckles. I didn't even realize what I was doing.

"What were you saying?" he laughs.

"Oh shush."

"You're very cheeky when you're drunk."