Emmett's POV 

Walking home from (y/n)'s house while making my way back towards my lab, sighing gently before pushing my hands into my trouser pockets. Looking around the street while thinking about what to do next for my projects. Though thinking of (y/n) stopping me in my tracks. What was this feeling? I had just left her a few moments ago, so why was I already longing to see her? 

Getting home after walking through the lawn, closing the door behind me before going to my table and grabbing a notepad and a pencil. Scribbling the various thoughts on my mind, and the feelings I've been noticing with them, looking at them after putting the pencil down. 

I had just gotten finished walking her home, and I haven't been without her for more than an hour, yet why am I feeling like this?! Think, Emmett, think! What would make you feel this way? Could I be getting sick? With the drop in temperature at night, it is... Possible.

Shaking my head after finding myself pacing my room, what was going on with me? Blindly reaching for the jacket that I had always kept in the same place every day, only for my hand to grasp nothing but air. Turning my head as one of my auburn brows raised towards my hairline.

That's odd, where could I have left it? Great Scott! (Y/n) still has it around her shoulders from earlier. Sighing gently before leaning on the table behind me, tapping my finger against my chin a little in thought. There's that warm feeling again, what could be causing it?

It only comes up when I think of her. So what is so different about her that my body would have such a strange reaction. Recalling some things that Pop would tell me about back when he first met Ma, vaguely remembering what they were about as I was only partially listening.

Snapping my fingers for a moment before pointing towards the ceiling as I had my breakthrough. I was having a brief moment of infatuation with none other than the girl that's been assisting me on my projects. Though she's not only a girl, she's smart, beautiful. She understands what I'm trying to say without me even needing to say it.

I couldn't travel far enough to find another like her, so that does it. I'll have to tell her about how I feel as soon as I can! Sitting on my couch as I looked at the ceiling of my small lab, thinking of how I could tell her. Should I wait until I see her tomorrow at the diner? Maybe that would be too early, what about when I'm walking her home? When no one's around?

Getting lost in thought I had fallen asleep at some point, only to be woken up by the very loud alarm that was close by. Slapping it to get it to stop, the ringing still in my ears. Shaking my head a little before adjusting my hair and rubbing my eyes of the firm grasp of sleep. Looking around for a moment, glancing at the clock I jolted from my seat. I'm late!

Running out of the room, not even in a hurry to change my clothes, let alone eat anything. Making as fast as a dash as I could muster towards (y/n)'s house. Getting up the small sidewalk that went to the front stoop, my dress shoes slapping the concrete while I stopped to compose myself for a moment.

Ringing the doorbell, I once again fixed my appearance, I was most likely going to be meeting her parents after all. The door opened before I could think of something to say.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm looking for (y/n), she doesn't happen to be home does she?"

"Who? Honey, we don't know anyone by that name."

Furrowing my brows for a moment as I looked at the woman in the doorway. She seemed concerned and confused while she looked at me.

"I understand. I'm terribly sorry for bothering you."

Turning slowly to walk back down towards the sidewalk, hearing the lady sigh before the click of the heavy door closing behind me. Making my way towards the diner slowly, my hand in my pockets.

Why did she lie to me? Was she ashamed of where she really lived? Maybe I just had the wrong house, it was rather dark last night. Hopefully, she's at the diner already and we can clear this up.

Turning the corner to the diner, pushing the door open, and getting inside. Seeing that the clocktower was a quarter to noon already. I'm very behind schedule today. Turning to look while  I stepped inside, my brown eyes scanning the room. Hardly anyone was in the diner that morning, none of which being who I was looking for.

Walking up to the counter, I hoped I was wrong.  Getting the attention of the owner's son.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a girl. She's about this tall, (h/l) (h/c) hair, the prettiest (e/c) you've ever seen, and she should have a charcoal grey will sweater with little red stripes on the cuffs of the sleeves and around the hem of the jacket?"

Watching as the boy who was only a few years my senior, gave a small smile before shaking his head. "No sorry, Mr. Brown. No one like that has come in today."

Nodding slowly I turned and made my way back out of the door. Shoving my hands into my pockets once more, this time letting them stay there. Glancing at the clock tower one more time before turning and deciding to head back home. With my head hung and my disheveled locks hanging in my face a little, I carried myself home slowly. The only thing on my mind was that the girl of my dreams lied to me.

Even with that knowledge, and not knowing what else she could have lied to me about, I still had Butterflies.