Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Mitch -No one else (ss)

Me and Mitch are, as I call us, "partners in crime". We both work for the CIA and risk our lives everyday to secure the world from terrorists and, most of the times, crazy people who want to either rule or destroy the world. Sounds like a Marvel villain doesn't it? But that's my job, our job. Recently, Stan Hurley, our boss, told us we have a few weeks before the next mission and, honestly, as soon as I understood we had a little time of "vacation", I felt relieved. I'm tired, Mitch is exhausted and we both need some time off. Hurley booked us a trip to Italy, we're gonna stay in Tuscany for two weeks. I understand he could have sent us somewhere more special, like Cuba or Japan, New Zealand, Australia; but I've always heard really good things about Italy, Tuscany in particular. We're going to stay in a little hotel in the famous Chiantishire, an area of Tuscany where they make the best wine in the world! Plus, there's green everywhere: woods, parks, fields... wonderful. I took my time to learn a little italian, and I think I can say that I am pretty 'brava' at it now. Mitch, on the other hand, already knew italian. He knows a lot of things, most of them I don't even know how he managed to learn. We're now on the plane, waiting to arrive to the beautiful country we're heading to.

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The plane landed two days ago. In the meantime, I and Mitch have suited ourselves in our separated rooms (mine's bigger). I put some picture on the shelves, clothes in the wardrobe and my clean sheets in the beds: the hotel looks clean and elegant, but I can't sleep in sheets that aren't mine... I know it's silly, but I've got my little mental problems, like everyone else.
I managed to convince Mitch to come with me to a party outside our hotel. There's a big pool outside, so I find myself comfortable with calling this a pool party. I had bought two bikinis, a blue one and a white one. Since my skin is pretty tanned, I go with the white one, to accentuate the slight tan even more. I put on a light blue summer dress with white heels and head to Mitch's room. As I knock, he opens the door and immediately looks at my body. He hums, turning around to switch the light off and closes the door. As we walk in the hallway, I glance at him and sigh.

"Why are you still wearing jeans?" I ask him. He chuckles.

"I wasn't aware you wanted me without 'em..." he smirks.

"I meant- god, Rapp. I meant, why aren't you wearing your swimming suit? It's a pool party. We get to party for once, with a pool!" I whisper yell, making him roll his eyes.

"We're not in high school anymore, (Y/n)." He groans annoyed.

"We can still have fun..." I say dancing awkwardly at the little bit of music we can hear from three floor above the pool, making him laugh.

"Alright, but I don't dance." He mutters as I take his hand, dragging him downstairs.

"You will." I think. I know he's not very comfortable with showing his emotions and let go, even if it's for one night only. After what happened to him, I believe it's normal that he can't properly have fun. As we stop outside in front of the pool, we immediately walk to the bar.

"Buonasera, cosa posso fare per voi? (Good evening, what can I do for you?)" The bartender asks.

"Uh, ciao... I'd like to have a Cuba Libre..." I say. The bartender nods and starts preparing my drink. I was afraid he wouldn't understand me, but I guess the word "Cuba Libre" speaks for itself.

"Io vorrei una birra per favore. (I'd like to have a beer, please)." Mitch asks. I smile, playfully healing at him. I've spent three weeks trying to learn a couple of words and I can barely remember how to greet. As the man behind the counter hands me my drink, I give him the money and turn around, leaning against the counter as I take a sip of my delicious Cuba Libre. Mitch does the same and I turn to him.