you're in emmett's room, sitting on his bed beside each other as you listen to a new album by your favorite artist together, sharing his earbuds in comfortable silence, save for the music.

"so, how was your day?" emmett asks, pulling the cords of his earbuds out of his and your ear to ask the question. while you go to a public secondary school, he attends a private all-boys one, though he desperately wants to go to your school with you.

"it was alright," you respond, your fingers brushing his. heat sparks at the point of contact, shooting straight lower as emmett tenses before brushing his thumb against your knuckles.

"yeah? what made it alright?" he asks, clearing his throat.