I felt someone poking me in the forehead. That's how I woke up. I open my eyes to see Dylan's face, inches above mine. I quickly pulled away, though I'm sure I still was blushing.
"I would have let you sleep, but I got a call from Wes."
I sat up when The Scorch Trials was mentioned. Those books are my all time favorite so when Dylan told me he was playing my favorite character, I screamed for like four days.
"What did he want?"
"I have to go back tomorrow."
"You're kidding right? You can't be serious! You just got here you can't leave!"
I hadn't realized I had moved at all until I was right next to Dylan. I looked up into his eyes to see that tears started to fill them. I reached up and wiped them away. He let out a small laugh and a small smile stretched across his face.
"It's okay, I'll see you soon. Go do your job and I'll still be here when you come back. Don't worry about me."
One minute I was staring into his eyes and the next I was engulfed into a hug. Dylan smelled sweet, just like I remember.
"I'm not going anywhere without you."
"What do you mean? You have to leave."
"What if you went with me?"
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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?
