Watching Emmet

6 hours later, I found myself backstage. Voices around me chattered and I could hardly tell Emmet's from the rest. I could imagine what he looked like, though. Dark brown, curly hair and matching eyes. Wearing a black jacket I'd seen him wear before, fitting perfectly on his somewhat lanky figure. Ah! I'm starting to sound like I like him. I don't! Well, I do...not that way. I think. I don't know, he's just so interesting. It's like when you have an extreme hatred for cats, but then you see this cat rip the flesh from a rodent and you just...understand. I don't know if that makes any sense. Maybe I just have a thing for deadly killers. No, Emmet is not a deadly killer...as far as I know.

Let's just start that paragraph over. Let me describe Emmet. Emmet wore plaid a lot. The thing that bugged me was that he would always wear a shirt underneath that didn't match. Black plaid? Green summer camp shirt. Red plaid? Stripped blue shirt. Along with that he usually wore a black beanie over curly, unkempt, dark brown hair. I rarely saw him without it.

Emmet was lanky. Not the delicate kind of lanky but more of a healthy kind. I knew he did fencing back in freshman year and I wondered of he still did it. He was tall, so I could imagine him being very good at it. I don't think he would quit. Let me just add that to the list of mysteries of Emmet.

I went backstage and watched Emmet. His eyes stayed locked on the stage for the most part, but every couple seconds he would turn in my direction. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or past me. It was too dark to see. He switched his attention to something on the table beside him. I was guessing he was looking at the script, but there was no way to tell. I gave up and walked of stage. I saw him turn my way. I still didn't know if he was looking at me.