Reverie

Miss

I started screaming, jumping up and down. Careful enough not to crease the paper. I was going to keep it for remembrance.

Footsteps pounded on the pavement and my door swung open, slamming against the wall. "What's wrong? What happened?" Clark almost looked like he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide and lips were parted.

Not bothering to comment about it, I jumped at him and screamed. "I got in!"

"What?"

"Kansas College, Clark!" I pointed at the letter. "I got in! I seriously got in!"

Clark suddenly let out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead. "God, Emilia. I thought something happened to you. You got me so worried and scared."

"I'm sorry—I just—Oh my God! I'm finally a college student!" I hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and patted my head.

"Congratulations. Did you tell anyone yet?"

"Not yet, I just read the letter." I folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope. My heart hadn't calmed down. I just woke up and the first thing it reached me was that. It took me half an hour before I opened it because of anxiousness.

I grinned at him. "I told you I can do it."

"I never said you won't." He softly smiled.

I started pushing him out. "Now come on! You're treating me, I know you are going to since you always do when something like this happen."

"You always ruin my surprise," he sarcastically said.

"I already knew your routine. But I don't care, spending time with you is fun."

For a moment, I must've saw him blush.

"What if I said I don't want to?" He looked over his shoulder.

"Well that would be a lie."

He chuckled.

"Besides, I treated you when you passed. I think that would be unfair, don't you?" I smirked at him.

My parent's voice from below reminded me of the great news again. My smile widened, and I linked my arm with Clark's, rushing down to meet them. "Mom, Dad! I passed! Kansas College accepted me! I'm finally a college student and I get to be with Clark again!"

* * *

Noises from downstairs woke me up and the cold breeze entered from my opened window, brushing my skin and making the bed even more comfortable. I noticed that I was still holding my phone—thumb still touching the screen.

I must've fell asleep during my conversation with Bruce. I remembered him asking me how I was doing in Kansas, but I didn't know if I answered him. Groaning and taking a deep breath, I opened my phone. There was only one new message from him and I did fall asleep when he asked the question.

The voices below were starting to become louder. No, my parents weren't fighting. It was just how they were. Probably my dad screaming again on the television on a random game, cheering on a team. Or maybe cursing the other one.

I opened the message before I decided to get up. 'Sweet dreams, Emilia. x' it said. An hour later after he asked the question.