Emily's POV
The sound of the door creaking bothers me for a while, when I was reading the Game of Thrones. My quite-dark-brown hair, tied in a ponytail swayed as I turn around to see who's at the door. Calum walks in, wearing an apologetic smile, bend down infront of me.
"I uh, sorry. For leaving you just now."
"No, that is totally fine, really." I chuckled.
He walks over to the cupboard, looking for a book. There are 6, under our names. We don't buy them, it's like, a Secret Santa stuffs. My Secret Santa last year was my one and only bestfriend, Chris, and he got me a set of John Green books. I was also his Secret Santa, I saved my money for like, 8 months, to get him his favorite bands' albums. I guess I've heard of 5 Seconds of Summer, it was one of the many Chris' favorite bands.
He made me a mixed CD once, I still listen to it now. It has like, 25 songs, mostly old songs, sung by Neutral Milk Hotel and Blink 182. It is so special that I listen every now and then. I don't have an iPod or a phone but I'd go to the music room and use the CD player. It was very sweet of him and I love him so much. He's my best friend and the only one.
Two weeks after Christmas last year, he got adopted by a very rich couple, who owns a company. He was a very great friend, best friend and brother. Before he left, he gave me another book, To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. He loves to give me books, well, once I asked him how he get so much money.
"Dimbo, how do you get so much money?" I asked, laughing.
"My parents are from a disgustingly rich family, I guess that answers." he chuckled lightly.
"They banked in for you every month? That is crazy."
"Yep. Like 300$ or something. It's not that I put them on use anyway."
"And that answers why you give me a book every single week."
"Emily?" Calum says, snapping his fingers in front of me.
"Huh?"
"Are you listening to what I was talking about?"
"I don't think so, what were you talking about?"
"What is your grade-point average?"
"3.8," I said.
"Fasha said yours is 2.9, please tell me she's lying."
"If you want the prove, check the blue colored file in the first drawer." I pointed to the drawer in front of me.
He walked over to the drawer and pulled it. He took out the file and flip through the pages. I guess he found my name, or Fasha's, cause he seems to be reading that.
"You were right. Hers is 2.9," he shrugged.
"I told you so," I said, flipping the page of the book.
"It is said here that you took Advanced Science, Maths and English class."
"Yea, I'm interested in learning."
"Okay, can you explain to me about the Schrodinger's cat?"
"Uh, okay well. Erwin Schrödinger, the Austrian quantum physicist, has been celebrated in a Google Doodle which depicts his most widely-known contribution to the field: the Schrödinger’s Cat mind experiment.
"In the hypothetical experiment,which the physicist devised in 1935, a cat is placed in a sealed box along with a radioactive sample, a Geiger counter and a bottle of poison. If the Geiger counter detects that the radioactive material has decayed, it will trigger the smashing of the bottle of poison and the cat will be killed.
"The experiment was designed to illustrate the flaws of the ‘Copenhagen interpretation’ of quantum mechanics, which states that a particle exists in all states at once until observed. If the Copenhagen interpretation suggests the radioactive material can have simultaneously decayed and not decayed in the sealed environment, then it follows the cat too is both alive and dead until the box is opened."
"Do you get it so far?" I questioned and paused. He nodded and ask me to continue.
"Common sense tells us this is not the case, and Schrödinger used this to highlight the limits of the Copenhagen interpretation when applied to practical situations. The cat is actually either dead
or alive, whether or not it has been observed.
"Schrödinger’s Cat has been used to illustrate the differences between emerging theories in quantum mechanics, by testing how they would approach the experiment. For example, the ‘many worlds interpretation’, developed in the 1950s, would argue that when the box is opened, the observer and dead-and-alive cat split into two realities, in one of which the observer sees a dead cat and the other an alive one.
"The experiment has also been widely influential in popular culture, having been referenced in TV shows such as Futurama, Doctor Who and The Big Bang Theory as well as appearing in the works of Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett." I said, finish explaining the whole thing about the both-dead-and-alive-or-probably-in-a-coma cat.
"That is so. Smart," he just shrugged. "I feel so small."
"Don't be. It's basic knowledge."
"Basic? I failed Science, Bio and Precalculus all the time!" A guy, who is not Calum, answered.
"Ash, Mike, what are you both doing here?" Calum asked, looking at his friends who is walking into the room.
"We got bored of Fasha. What a bitch-" A guy, I figured out he might be Mike replies, but then was cut off by Calum.
"Dude. Bitch? I thought you guys enjoy playing whatever you were playing with her." Calum answered.
"No, honestly. She sucks, dude. Might turn out to be a prostitute one fine day and Luke will be her very first customer-"
"Mike!" Calum and Ash both shouted, with an 'STFU' look.
"Fine fine. What did you say? Schrodinger's cat is a basic knowledge? You are just too smart."
"Well, uh thanks." in which I replied.
Ash and Mike walk around the reading room, taking a quick glance of the book. I continue reading and continue being lost in 'word pages'. I'm not actually lost in the book I am reading. I'm thinking that if Calum wanted to adopt me, and that they are not lonely, and that they want someone to spoil, why did they go all the way from LA to Chicago just to find one?
Or is it just because of how I look like? Not to say that I'm pretty or whatever, but at the time I set my eyes on both Luke and Calum, I guess I have some of their looks. Pfft. Thay can't be gay right.
They CAN'T be gay.
"We're not gay." Calum chuckled, as if he just read my mind. "Why would you think so?"
"Did I talk out loud?" I asked.
"You kinda did. Loud enough for the three of us to hear." Mike shrugged.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
"That's fine." Calum let a smile escape from his lips. Ashton is lost in books, well, I thought so, util he said "Calum and Luke were gay."
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