Quarantined with Dylan O'Brien

7

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

She asks as she stays in front of me, looking at me in curiosity.

"For another time,"

I say as smile at her.

"Okay, if you wish so,"

She says smiling back as I mentally sigh in relief that she didn't ask more.

But who knew that I'd regret this later?

Madison Brooks

God I know that I didn't ask him more but now I'm curious on what he was about to say.
Only if that phone call didn't come in.
But I don't want to make him uncomfortable and tell me when he changed his mind... there must be a reason.

I thought as stared at him from the corner of my eye.
We were now sitting in the lounge chairs and I was tanning, while he was just here to accompany me.

I watched him put hell of a lot of sunscreen before we sat in these because apparently he's not supposed to be tanned too much and stuff for filming but he still insisted to be out here with me, saying sunlight is good for the human body and whatever.
I'm sure he's here just so I don't feel alone.

His side profile is amazing. Pointy nose and sharp ass jawline. He looks like a god. 
Maybe he is. Wouldn't be surprised.

A few minutes of tanning and me dozing off, Dylan's phone that was on the small table in between us rang and he answered it sounding excited and happy.

"Hi- oh great!- mhm- yeah- okay will do- got it, thanks- bye."

While I melted to his side profile grin, he turned to me.

"Your job is confirmed."

He says grinning wider.

"Really?"

I say sitting up while grinning in excitement.

"Yep. So you're stuck with me for a good four months? Maybe even five- it's a action movie so filming will take a while."

"I'd love that."

I say smiling as he smiles back.

"It'll be amazing, just like the good old days."

He says as I nod, stretching in the lounge chair.

"We're going to turn into teenagers again,"

I comment as he chuckles.

What we didn't know was that we would literally turn back into teenagers- that night.

Where the hell am I sleeping? Why does it feel so... uncomfortable?
God my head is pounding.

I thought as I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and my eyes couldn't focus on anything.
All I heard was one annoying phone ringing that woke me up, and also someone snoring.

Why do I hear it from under me?

I thought as I looked down. But then again my eyes couldn't make out what was under me.

"Dylan, your fucking phone is ringing."

I croak out. No response.

"Dylannn"

I whine.

"Mmm,"

I hear Dylan groan as he's still half asleep.

"God what the fuck is going on?"

I mutter. My headache was still pounding and I felt too tired to get up so I remained laying down on whatever was under me.