Emery [bxb]

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Em and I hit up our jogging trail in the morning. Laughing and scream-singing at the top of our lungs in the car, we drive back home tired and sweaty but high off endorphins. We talk about what our friends are up to and the girls whose numbers I scored and school. I stop for gas and fill up before paying and driving us home.

As I'm driving, Emery lays his hand down on the console between us, palm up. When I'm queued up at a stoplight, I place my hand over his, entwining our fingers. Emery turns to me and grins, and I grin back. 

We have time for a shower before lectures. 

Em makes it down to my acting class in the afternoon. He promptly dons the most ridiculous wig he can find and sashays towards me in a seductive dance. I laugh so hard tears stream down my face.

When we get back home, we listen to Em's music to study. In addition to classical music, Emery loves orchestral, cinematic, soundtrack, or trailer music. Hans Zimmer. The Cinematic Orchestra. Howard Shore. James Horner. Alan Silvestri. Trevor Rabin. Emotional shit. Deep impact. Soulful. Intense. Dramatic. I think it's impressive.