So he's known this girl forever, and she never leaves her room. Well that's two for two. Does he really like me? No, impossible. Why on earth would he?! I'm nothing like all those other girls that swoon every time they see him, all of those girls are gorgeous! Well, most. I guess the only way to know for sure is if I find that darn sweatshirt.
I got off of my couch and looked around. Dylan hasn't been to my apartment in about a month. He had on his favorite sweatshirt the last day I saw him. We watched reruns of Friends all day. So we were in the living room. Well that's a start.
I looked around my living room and kitchen for about twenty minutes before I gave up. This is pointless! Why would the girl be anyway? I shouldn't have even considered the thought.
There's no need to mope about it. I walked backed to my room and absentmindedly grabbed for my book. What I grabbed wasn't the hardback I was looking for, it was soft. I looked over to see that there was a bundle of grey fabric in my hands. I carefully unfold the bundle and see that it's a sweatshirt. Dylan's favorite sweatshirt.
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It's not just a sweatshirt
FanficA 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?
