His White Shadow

C. 2 One Day

Dylan Ractun's P.O.V.

 Ug, my arm needs to chill the fuck down. My nerves are going crazy, ow holy cow! I really need to cut down on my cussing levels. Then again, I need to do a lot of things I don't.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, "OWWWWW!" I slam the door shut with my good arm once I get out, stupid Connor, stupid wine, stupid life. It's settled, I hate life. 

  After I get into my apartment, I settle onto the couch and scream into a pillow, but a certain fur makes me stop. I look down and see Serefina, my beloved "Russian Blue" cat, I love this beast. I call her, "Beastie" Serefina is the only one who has stayed with me. My dad? Left. My mom? left. Siblings? A story for another time. This cat? Hasn't left me, yet. But I'm sure if she had the chance, she would leave me too. My head falls against the couch and I find myself in beddy-bye land

  My phone starts ringing again, "Hello?" I say, who the hell calls me at this time? I don't even know the time, but I know it's too early for a phone call. If anyone knows me, they know not to wake me. "So how'd it go?" Connor asks, this idiot thinks he can call me at this time. "Talk to me when it's not this time, kay? Bye." and I hang up, going back to my peaceful slumber. 

  The phone rings, again. "If you call me one more f-" I begin, but am cut off.

  "Dylan Heroine Ractun!" Veronica's voice says in a harsh tone, yeah leave it to my parents to name me after a drug.

Whoops...

"Oh hey mom, sorry my friend called me like four times last night and that's why I almost said, 'f-r-i-c-k-i-n' I gotta go now, bye!" and I hung up. It's kind of odd how one of my talents is coming up with stories, too bad I can't really brag about that on a college application.

  I glance at the clock, which results in a loud scream into the throw pillow. I have less than 15 minutes before my bus comes! I run to my closet, grab my galaxy "Holy Sith" hoodie and a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and run to my pantry. Oh forget breakfast I don't have time. I glance at the couch, to find blood on it, stupid arm.  Note to self: clean that up.

  Throughout this entire school day, I've learned two things:

1, Dylan O'Brien is bae

2. If you ever want to blend with the crowd and be unnoticed don't wear what I wore.

  All day people have been coming up and complimented my hoodie. So what I'm original, yeah I made this hoodie on my own. *beams with pride* It's like holy shit -or should I say "holy sith in honor of the hoodie"- but shouldn't these people have places to be, people to flirt with, drugs to take, or even classes to go to, sheesh.

  On the walk home Justin and I aren't alone because another boy gets off and walks with us. "Hi," he starts, Justin better not pull me into this, 'Hey man, I'm Justin, and this is Dylan," Justin glances at me as if he's making sure he got it right.  I offer a small smile and continue walking. "I'm Charlie," Charlie pauses, "I just moved here from Florida." My head perks up at the thought of Florida, I've always wanted to go there, but it's so far and I don't know anyone down there so why should I bother?

  Surprisingly, Charlie enters the same building as me, I follow him and he turns around, "Are you following me?" he asks cockily, "I know that I'm attr-" I interrupt him with an over-dramatic sigh, "You're cocky too?" I ask. He smiles at me, "Not really, I've just always wanted to say that." I laugh, I'm beginning to like this kid, not like-like but as a friend. His apartment is next to the elevator, and mine is on the opposite end so I have a little walk in silence. It is quite quiet until I hear some yelling,  Charlie's door open, and Charlie being shoved out, literally.

  He seems to notice my open jaw and walks over to me, "Um, hey, do you mind if I like stay for a little while? I'm sorry, it's just my parents were arguing then I defended my mom and my step-dad kinda got mad at both of us. And I was kicked out." I nodded and let him through, I mean it's not like we would be in danger since nobody really knows about my whole "White Shadow" secret, let alone that I live alone. Hell, I don't even think half of the student body knew of my existence up until today. 

  He walks through and stops, in the living room, "Uhhh, Dylan?" he asks shakily. "Yeah?" I respond, what is he thinking about? I walk up to the living room, which reveals the blood stained couch, "I can explain that, PMS?"  I come up with a better answer in a matter of seconds, "I'm kidding about the PMS, I accidentally cut my arm picking up glass last night, then I either fell asleep or passed out on the couch. I woke up late this morning, and completely forgot about it, up until now." I say, immediately guilt fills my brain. 

  He nods, so he's uncomfortable. I explain to him that this isn't a usual thing and that I'll even go clean it out. He helps me clean in out, in other words, he did all the work and I just bit my lip from the occasional pain. We end up on the couch and he still seems uncomfortable, "Charlie," he's lost in thought it looks like, just staring at the floor. "Charlie," I try again, 'Charlie." I repeat myself and he glances up then back down-I feel like he isn't used to his own name- he finally looks up and says, "Yeah sorry, I got lost in thought. Your rug just looks so..." he pauses, "soft."

   We decide to eat dinner, and he insists on cooking so I mean I'm all for it, if he tries anything I'll just become a ninja. For some reason, my mind can't get over the fact that he isn't used to the name, "Charlie" I mean he is my age so he should know his name. But, a certain thought dawns me as he's walking to the stove.

"Charlie isn't your real name, is it?" I ask in a mumble. His back straightens. "It isn't." I answer for him."

"I don't know wha-" he begins but I cut him off with a fake sneeze.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit." Wow mental high-five for coming up with that.

"Dylan listen I don't-"

"Achoo Achoo" Everytime he begins to speak for the next for seconds I start fake sneezing.

"Fine! That's enough." He says, now laying on the couch.

"Witness Protection Program, huh." I begin, I mean, I'm guessing at this point but I am pretty smart, not trying to brag or anything.He nods, and I continue,

"Your step-ded I'm guessing?" He nods again.

"What"s your real name?" I ask, I feel bad for this kid.

"Daniel." Daniel, yeah I can see that.

"So, do you want some hot cocoa?" I ask, trying to relieve his head, there are many gears spinning out of control, I just know it. 

He nods, "Yes please. And Dylan?"

"Yeah."

"Don't tell anyone, I mean it." it's honestly kind of adorable seeing him this serious.

I nod with a laugh, "Don't worry about me, I'm surprisingly good at the concept of secrets unlike three quarters of the female population." And with that being said, we begin having a movie marathon while doing homework.

End of Chapter Two

A/N

Okay, that felt good I guess? Sorry for not posting a lot. I've had a lot of homework nd other shit going on in my life. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. and I just watched, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" and I promise that I HAD NO CLUE LOGAN LERMAN'S CHARACTER WAS NAMED CHARLIE IN IT. Please comment your opinion(s) and if you don't like my cast list then feel free to not imagine them as that. That's just how I imagined them when I was writing them so if you think of them differently don't even pay attention to the cast list.

Sealeons out!

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