Late nights

XV

Emily and Tom met up in Tom's garage the day after court:

- We have a lot of money to play around with now. - Tom couldn't sit still.

- Wow, you really did that. Incredible, I salute you. - Emily put her hand up to her hand.

Tom said he wouldn't use the money on the non-fog glasses, instead, he said he was using it for a private project he was doing on the side. 

Tom sent Harry some pointless long work for him to suffer doing.

- What a fun idea of summer - sitting at your computer doing useless tasks because you owe someone money. - Tom chuckled.

- Gosh, I can't imagine the agony.

- And that's just stage one, there's a lot more to come.

- Actually, I had an idea, - Emily said, - what if we do something with Olivia? Not something bad, but just slightly not good.

- No, we don't touch Olivia. This is just like in chess - just because you lost the queen, doesn't mean you lost the game.

- So what do we have to do?

- We have to make sure that the king - Harry in this case - has nowhere to move, and then we win.

- Okay, that makes sense. How do we do that?

- By following our plan. Anyway, it's a nice day today, don't you have any plans? - Tom asked.

- No, not really, I haven't made any. I guess I just assumed that I would've been here. 

- Fair enough. Well, do you have anything on your mind you'd like to do?

- I've been meaning to clean my room actually, but I thought I'd leave it to some other time.

- I can help you if you want to do it today.

- Sure, we can do that.

Tom and Emily walked to Emily's dorm by taking the beach route. There were multiple people on the beach tanning in the sun and enjoying the ocean.

Emily's room was messier than Tom had expected. She looked around it and sat down on her bed.

- I don't think I'm ready for this. - Emily laughed.

- Sure you are. This room will be clean before your dorm mate comes back.

- Well, I don't doubt that. - She admitted.

Emily started by picking up her clothes from the floor, folding ones, and putting others in the bin for laundry. While she was dealing with clothes, she told Tom to clean up her cupboards and shelves.

- Look how cute. - Tom showed Emily a plushie.

- Oh...That...You can throw that bear out, I don't need it. If you see any papers or anything like that, throw those out too.

- Alright, that'll clean up some space.

As Tom was rummaging through the cupboard, he found a painted-over jar. He couldn't see the contents of the jar, so he opened the lid.

- Oh yeah, - the smell reached him immediately, - that's definitely weed.

- Weed? - Emily ran over. - Oh, yep, couldn't be anything else.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Tom asked.

- I sorta forgot. I don't know, I didn't think this was too important. It's not bad, is it?

- Well, I'm lead to believe that there are much worse drugs than weed. I don't have much problem with it, but you know, I just thought you were different.

- Oh please, don't even start. Let's just keep this between us, I shouldn't have it in my dorm.

- I'm well aware. Open the window, the smell has already coated the whole room.

- Yup, that smell brings back memories, - Emily opened the window.

- Good ones or bad ones?

- ...Good question. Both, I think. I've used weed to get out of places where I was at my lowest, but I've also had some incredible times with it. We should try it sometime?

- Try what? Smoking weed? - Tom laughed.

- I know you're not that kind of guy, but life is very limited, isn't it?

- For now. Immortal until proved otherwise.

- There you go missing the point again and talking about something else. How do you even have conversations with people.

- The people I need to talk to understand. Immortal until proven otherwise just means that I am immortal until I die. Right now, I haven't died, ever, so I could come to the conclusion that I'm immortal. But someone or something might prove me wrong in the future.

While Tom was explaining was he said, the door squeaked open.