A Love To Be Written About (A Dylan O'Brien Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

As we drove through the crowded streets of LA, I was taken back to the seven-year-old little girl inside me who always found a joy in discovering new places. This wasn't just a new place though, it was a new home. To think that I had gone from a tiny boondock town in Wisconsin, then to the bright lights of New York, and now to the crowded streets of LA...If you would have asked me if I would be living in these towns when I was 18, I would have said you were crazy. And now here I am...being crazy.

            "Are you sure Dylan has been treating you ok?" Tyler asked, snapping me out of my philosophical moment. "If he hasn't just blink once at me through the rear view mirror, and I'll go wolf on his ass."

            I just laughed. "As much as I'm sure you would like a legit excuse to beat him up, no. He has treated me just like a princess," I said giving Dylan a smile.

            "Uh. Someone gag me please."

            Though it was probably at least a half hour, it seemed like no time before Dylan was turning around to me and saying, "we're home".

            The house was nothing fancy, but it made sense since Dylan wasn't one to flaunt his wealth. It was tucked up a little hill surround by trees and the distant noise of traffic. It's tan siding gave it a welcoming look and it's red door a hint of charm.

            "Well are you guys going to get out or what? I got places to go. Taco Bell to eat," Tyler nagged.

            "Yes, yes, we'll get out," Dylan said as he hopped out, never once seeming to take his eyes off me.

            We got our stuff out of the trunk, gave Tyler quick hugs and a thank you and then turned our attention to the big tan thing in front of us.

            "So this is it," I said still staring in awe.

            Dylan looked at me a smiled.

            "This is it."

            "Well let me inside already. I wanna see it," I said jumping with excitement, causing a shake of the head and a laugh from Dylan.

           

            Dylan fished out his keys and slowly put them into the lock, just to make me have to wait even longer. When the door finally opened though, I let out a sigh followed by my lips forming into a big smile. For a single guy, the house was very clean and decorated very well. Still had that bachelor vibe to it, but not in an overpowering way.

            "So like it ok? I mean if you hate it you can redecorate or something. That's fine. I mean, this stuff was kinda..."

            I dropped by bags, turned to him, and put my lips on his to shut him up.

            "Honey, I love it," I said pulling back but keeping my hands on his face.

            "Good, because I love it even more now that you're in it."