You two can't be together (Dylan O'Brien Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

I woke up around 9 AM. As usual I got under the shower, got dressed and walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. I really thought about Dylan's text yesterday. I really would be an idiot to not get in touch with Dylan.. but I know what happened the last time I didn't listen to my mum. On the other hand, she didn't tell me the whole truth then. If I knew Dylan was in Santa Monica I probably wouldn't had sneak out of the house.

I took a bite of my waffles and sighed. I really don't know what to do, I didn't even dare to look at my phone. I don't want to know if Dylan replied, too scared for his reaction. I know it won't be that bad, but still.

Suddenly I realized I was the only one downstairs. "Mum?" I called out for her. No reply. "Nate?" Still no reply. Weird. I took out my phone and unlocked it. My eyes went to the notification of twitter, a new message. So Dylan did reply. I'll read that later, partly because I am too scared for his answer, but also because I was confused at why my mum wasn't home. Just as I was about to dial in my mum's number to call her I heard someone unlock the front door. "Mum, is that you?" I said. "Yeah, it's me honey." She shouted. I smiled to myself, but looked confused when she walked into the kitchen with a man behind her.

"Hello, you must be Jamesetta?" He asked me. Why did I recognize that voice? "Please, call me Jaimy." I said politely, trying hard to not roll my eyes at the man. "Sorry, Jaimy, let me introduce myself. I am Bratt Jones, Dylan's agent." The man said. Ah, that's why. "Hi, nice to meet you." I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. "Like wise. So I thought it would be better for us to meet in person. Your mum said she told you everything. That's good." He paused for a bit. "Now, she also mentioned that you think we are overreacting a lot, am I right?" He asked me. I turned a bit red and nodded. "Well, let me explain it to you. I'm glad your mum contacted me, other than the reason your mum had, I had another reason to put that rumor in the kettle. Dylan is a friendly guy, makes friends with everyone, so it's safe to say that he will be talking to a lot of other girls. If every time that happens the media thinks he is seeing someone, it could hurt him in the future when he actually gets a girlfriend, plus, Dylan really likes his privacy." Bratt explained to me. "So I recommend you do not, I repeat, do not reach out to Dylan, am I making myself clear?" He said kind of sternly, it scared me a bit. I quickly nodded. "Great! I hope I cleared some things for you." He added. "Yes, you did. Thank you. I will listen from now on. No contacting Dylan and stay in the house until I am allowed to leave again." I said to him. He smiled. "Good. Thanks for the coffee Leah. Jaimy, we'll be in touch." Bratt said to my mum, then to me. "Bye Mr. Jones." I said to him and he waved before walking towards the front door. "I'll walk you out Bratt." Mum said quickly.

Well, I guess it was this big of deal, since his agent showed up at my house. I know Dylan really likes his privacy and I understood what he was saying about the girls and all, but something isn't adding up. They are trying too hard, could it really be because of my mum? I knew what to say to Dylan. I got upstairs again and took out my phone.

'Take your time. Just let me know what you have decided when you are ready. Love, Dylan.'

Is all he replied, well I guess that's all he even could reply.

'Well, at first I thought of waiting for everything to cool down, but hesitated after thinking about it. It's not a secret that I adore you and think you are amazing. But your agent appeared in my kitchen today. He practically forbade me to speak to you. So, I let you decide. I know you told me you want to get to know be better. You still want that after your agent advised me not to talk to you? If you want that, I'm all yours. If not, it was nice to had this conversation with you. Love, J.'