something immortal. ✔(dylan o'brien)

𝟎𝟓.

ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ

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𝑾𝒆 were back to shooting today, and I was really worried about how awkward and uncomfortable it is going to be with me and Dylan because of the interview. I wasn't completely sure how I should act when I do see him and I have to shoot a scene with him. Maybe he'll just pretend like it never happened, because that was mainly my general plan anyway.

I made my way down to the set, my makeup, hair, and clothes were all ready for the scene. My hair was in a messy high ponytail, and I was wearing dirty leggings, and a jacket that was ripped in a few spots. We were supposed to be filming the scene where Isabelle and Thomas make it out of the maze and survive, so of course my face had to be covered in dirt. And we were filming outside a lot of the time, so all the actual heat that's in the movie, is also in reality. It can get very exhausting.

We wouldn't be having interviews about the movie for a while, however I will be having an interview this Friday. 

"Hey Madeline." 

I glance at Kaya, seeing as she was smirking at me while Thomas, Will and Ki Hong were smiling at me in a creepy way if anything. I frowned a bit as I walked past them, nodding my greeting with a little awkward smile as I stepped onto the scene. 

I looked up to see Dylan was already in position, he was laying down on his back, clearing his throat. His elbows were supporting his body, while his legs were outstretched. I cleared my throat which caused him to finally notice me, he didn't say anything to me, and I hadn't said anything to him. What would I say anyway? 

I lay down next to him, on my back, my hands behind me, and I was focusing on what had just happened to my character and how I should act it out. 

"Action!"

In the silence of the grass, me and Dylan were breathing in and out quickly and heavily as if we had just ran a triathlon. 

"What the hell was that!" I muttered loudly, dropping down on the ground in exhaustion, trying to catch my breath. 

"Whoo!" He let out a breath as he flopped down on the ground, trying to also catch his breath. 

In this scene me and Dylan had to have a little... moment, some might say. We had to slightly brush our hands together as we laid down, because technically in the script, our characters are the main love interests.

And at that moment of course, I started to feel his hand gently brush mine, as we laid there, our chests rising and falling quickly out of nerves, the camera focused on our hands, and our reactions. I didn't even think we had to act at this point, my face reaction was the exact same reaction as Isabelle was supposed to have.

I felt my hand tingling with every slight touch he caused, I felt my face growing red hot as I glanced down at our hands, then glanced at Dylan before looking up at the sky once again.

"Cut!"

In about a heartbeat we broke apart, clearing our throats awkwardly as we stood up and dusted ourselves off. The rest of our cast members were winking and smirking from a distance, watching us the entire time. I groaned under my breath in annoyance with how much of the teasing they were doing.

"So you going to Comic Con tonight?" Dylan asked suddenly, catching my attention immediately. 

I snapped my head towards him, my eyes wide in disbelief. I had completely forgotten that we had Comic Con tonight. I moaned in frustration, smiling in amusement with my stupidity, and with my reaction, Dylan had realized quickly that I had forgotten all about it.

"Forgot?" 

I glanced at him before I started to slowly walk away from the set, which led Dylan to immediately follow after me. 

"Yup."

A silence had broken between us once again, it was an awkward silence once again, I could practically taste the tension around us. 

"I don't even know what I am going to wear." I muttered, trying my best to break the silence between us. 

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll look beautiful, you always do." He stated happily, a small smile on his face quickly disappearing, realizing that he had just made this more awkward.

"I'm breaking up with Timothee." I blurted out once we were out of ear shot with everyone else, I didn't really want Dylan to know but I wanted to tell someone really bad. I glanced nervously at him, noticing a flicker of light had quickly erupted in his chocolate eyes but quickly fading away.

"Oh, why?" He asked, sounding concerned and a bit curious, it was just a little random to him, so I'm not surprised he would be taken back.

"Well, after the interviews the other day, I decided that I didnt want to have everyone turn our relationship into something it isn't. I dont want to hear everyone's opinion on our relationship, besides, I sort of like someone else better."

I chuckled, though I quickly realized what I had just said, I swear I had word vomit. I just couldn't shut my mouth, and I hated that about me so much. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that maybe there was a possibility that he hadn't heard any of that. 

"Oh." Was all that he had said before we finally parted ways into our dressing rooms to clean ourselves up. Once I had shut the door behind me I slowly began to slide down the door, my hands buried into my face, I felt like I wanted to cry with how embarrassing that was. 

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to get through this Comic Con when I had just said that to Dylan, and how millions of people have watched that interview of me confessing that I still find Dylan very attractive. 

I moaned, feeling like I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come back. 

Dear God save me from this nightmare.

Sorry for this shitty ass chapter, I rushed it like a lot lol