It was just a normal Saturday. I was on the couch in my room, watching TV, eating popcorn, and basically being as lazy as possible. Some special Saturdays, my best friend is actually home, and I spend it with him. He's a famous celebrity so he's never home.
I was flipping through the channels. Nothing good is on. Stupid cartoons, weird drama filled shows, and more garbage. What the heck happened to TV? I was just about to give up and pop in The Maze Runner when an interview caught my attention.
"So Mr. O'Brien, you have been very popular lately! Like I think every time I hear your name its followed by every teen near by screaming!"
That is actually scary true. Every time we're together, girls crowd around him like he's a puppy or something. Ugh, back of girls! He's my best friend!
"I'm very fortunate."
Yep, mister humble, that about sums him up. Also, as sarcastic as they come.
"I know your super popular with the girls, so I was wondering if you have a special lady at home?"
"No I'm not in a relationship."
"Well there's got to be a girl that you have your eye on!"
"There is this girl back at home that I've known forever. I've liked her for almost as long but this whole celebrity part of my life had made that whole situation difficult. I never see her anymore and if we were to go out, I'm afraid it would just complicate things. She's not used to all the attention. Half the time she doesn't even like to leave her room! I mean between interviewers trying to bug her with questions, press trying to get as many pictures as possible, and teenage girls hating on her out of jealousy, it would be too hard."
Who the actual heck is he talking about?
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But, if you really liked her wouldn't you want her to know?"
Yeah O'Brien, interview Barbie has a point. Who is this girl!
"Well, I guess so."
"If your not gonna tell us her name then at least give her a clue to show that your talking about her. If I was the lucky kid, I would want to know!"
"Yeah you're right. I doubt she watches these anyway so what harm could it do? Well, um, what's a good one... Oh I got it! I left my sweatshirt at your place before I left. You can keep it if you find it."
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FanfictionA Dylan O'Brien fanfiction What if your best friend was a celebrity? What if you liked him? But he only liked you as a friend? What if one day it all changed?