Secrets and Lies (Dylan O'Brien fan fic)

Part 2

I unlock the front door of my house and walk into my large, open home. A familiar wave of peppermint and Lavender rushes through my nose and I sigh quietly. My parents are away on a buisness trip in New York so I have the entire house to myself for the weekend. They said I was welcome to throw a party and if I was any normal teenager, I would be organising one right now but truth is I'm not really into parties. I hate the loud beaming music, people getting completley wasted and feeling crouded and isolated. It's too suffocating.

I shut the door behind me and throw my back pack down at the door. I usually keep it here just because it's easy to get in the mornings for school. I run up the tile stairs and walk down a long, dark hallway until I finally reach my surpsingly neat room. I have posters of Leonardo DiCaprio because he's my Idol and basicallly the only person I ever talk about. My walls are lined with different varieties of books and I'd say I have collected close to 500 books in my entire 3 teenage years. My bed is un-made from the rush I had this morning to get to school and my wardrobe door is flung open. I know I said my room was neat but trust me this is neat for me. It's usually cluttered with clothes that have been thrown on the ground or lose homework I was supposed to hand in weeks ago but never managed too.

I put on a pair of my favourite pjs like I always do after school because they're the most comfotable outfit I own. My pj top is a baggy, black t-shirt that says "Do not wake me up!" and has a cartoon character of sponegbob wearing a sleeping mask. My pj bottoms are just short shorts and they are stripped with cream and grey colours. I also put on a pair of pink fuzzy socks and put my hair up in a lose bun.

I lie down on my insanley comfortable bed and look up at the pale ceiling and just think about life. After a few minuets I find my eyes getting heavier and heavier until I drift off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

DING DONG! Goes the doorbell. "Mhm just five more minuets alarm." I mumble sleepily. I lie there in utter and complete silence until I hear the doorbell go again and my eyes fling wide open and I jump out of my bed. I completley forgot Holland, Crystal, Tpose and Dylan are coming over tonight to watch a movie...What am I going to do?! When did I fall asleep?

I run down the stairs faster then I ever have before and my foot gets caught on the side rail and I face plant onto the ground. I groan in agony but get up anyways, dusting off my hands and knees just like a little kid. I run to the kitchen and grab a packet of Salt and vinegar chips, a bottle of lime soda and five plastic cups. I practically throw these things on the wooden coffee table in the lounge room and run over to answer the door.

I let the door swing open and see Dylan standing there, with the others behind him. He has a smug smile on his face and he examines me up and down. "Hey Ava, nice outfit." Dylan says and his voice is full of sarcasm and he pushes past me, chuckling slightly as he walks further into my large home.

I look into the mirror on the wall across from me and notice I'm still in my pjs, my hair is half fallen out and my makeup is smudged halfway down my face.

Great, just great.