best friends or not so much? (dylan o'brien)

Chapter 8

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I've kinda just been standing here holding Dylan for 10 minutes. I didn't wanna let go, but I knew I had to face him. I release my arms and look into his beautiful brown eyes. It was him. He had come home from Hollywood and after seeing him, I wanted to hold him forever and just forget about everything that happened. Put it in the past. But at the same time I knew that what he did was unexceptional. A friend, a best friend, wouldn't leave the other to sit and wait for them.

Dylan smiled when he saw my face. My hair was braided into two french braids for the night and some of my hair was loose. I was in my leggings and an old t-shirt with my slippers. My arms were wrapped around my body. I was freezing! Dylan saw my arms and quickly gave me his sweatshirt. Still, no words were spoken. I wanted to say something, but I just couldn't. My mouth opened but no worlds came out. Dylan stood there, having nothing to say, when he should be explaining the most. After I put the sweatshirt on, I feel my body being pulled. Dylan was pulling me in for another hug. I let him and just stay where I was and let him do all the magic. After a quick hug, he let go and began to talk.

"Penny, I've missed you so much. You gotta let me explain. You know I love you and I never meant to hurt you."

I kinda just turn around and roll my eyes. I was tired of this bull shit. First he leaves me for three years and I don't have any contact or any information about him in any form. Then, when he finally does come back he plays these mind games that make me loose my mind. I mean, he made me faint at school.

"Look, Penny, I know you deserve a hell of a lot better explanation and I promise that eventually I will tell you everything, but I want to let it go for now and focus on the present. How have you been? What's been going on? That kinda stuff. Can we please talk and then bit by bit I can tell you everything. Will you give me a second chance?"

"Dylan, I've missed you too, but I can't just forget about it all. As much as I want to. We can try it, but you sure as hell better be expecting a lot of questions."

He smiles and nods. He reaches for my hand and they link tightly. We run off to the tree house. He goes under and I see him grab a bunch of pillows and blankets. I start to climb up the ladder and so does he. Obviously he knew I would give in and decide to sit and talk with him. Dylan had it all planned. He lays out the blankets and pillows and we sit and begin to talk about everything. Luckily the next day was Saturday, so I didn't have to wake up for school. We could stay out here all night. I lay down on his lap as he plays with my hair while we talk. It was funny because we acted so comfortable around each other. He truly was my best friend.

"Alright, I wanna hear everything. That means from the summer I left up until now."

"Ok. Well for my birthday, my parents were in Napa for their anniversary. I stayed here with Connor and Rachel. By the time I woke up, it was lunch time, so Rachel and I went out for lunch. Then when I got back, I was super tired, which was wired, so I went up to take a nap and ended up sleeping through my birthday. It wasn't the same without you here."

"I'm super sorry. I really wanted to be here." I just looked at him and really hoped we could just go back into time. Maybe then, he would actually be there.

"Dyl, why didn't you call at all? Like for my birthday, I would've at least expected a call, but nothing and then after that you still didn't call. Ever. Why?"

"Well, the acting camp ended up being a wilderness camp too. We didn't have any cell service or anything. Then, once I got accepted to the school, I got a new cell phone from my parents and I lost your contact info. I asked my parents to reach out to yours, but they said they lost touch with your parents as well."

"Yeah, but we didn't loose contact with your parents and I didn't loose your number. Did your numbers change?"

"Well, they changed it to a different area code number. I really wanted to call you." I knew he probably did, but I thought he would've made a better effort and maybe try and reach out to other friends we have in common, or at least Google my gmail. I was kinda frustrated at his lack of effort, but we're together now, so watcha gonna do?

"Alright. I wished you could've visited or found some way to tell me. Instead I had to wait three years to see you again." I rolled my eyes and he grabbed my face and turned it so we were eye to eye.

"Penny, I really tried and I know what a douche I was for not telling you. I'm just so happy that I'm here now for senior year. It's gonna be great. I start Monday." I smiled and was super excited that he was going back to school with me.

Anyways, we caught up on the rest of the three years leading up to now. I kinda left out the detail about Flynn, but I didn't wanna tell him quite yet. Besides, Dylan was always really protective. He told me all about the school and the summer camp they hosted every year. He told me how he wanted to leave Hollywood and go back home. We lived in San Diego, which was only like two hours outside of Hollywood. Dylan said that he wanted to visit considering the drive wasn't that long from Hollywood to San Diego, but he said he left California a lot for acting. He did simple commercials and was casted in some movies out of state. He was always on the go and when his parents moved closer to the school, they always went with him for support. Considering his mom was an actress, I could see why she was so supportive. Then when we lost touch, Dylan just dropped the idea of ever seeing me again. I really wish we could've tried more. The thing was, he knew that I was most likely still in San Diego, and as for me, I knew he was in Hollywood. We really didn't put in an effort. We both knew where one another was, and if we both would've put in a better effort, we would've stayed in touch.

We stayed up in the tree house and we woke up later that morning at seven. So much for sleeping in. I told him to go back home and I would catch up with him later. He left and I walked back into my house. For some reason, Carson was here and Connor was up.

"Hey sis, why were you outside?"

I tried to come up with a good excuse. "Umm... I just needed some fresh air. Why are you up and why is a Carson here?"

"We're going to go work out because that what boys our age do."

I smiled. "Oh is it now?" He chuckled and waved goodbye as him and Carson left the house. I walked back upstairs to my room and tried to go back to bed, but that didn't really work out. I ended up getting ready by taking a shower. I dried my hair and curled it. I wore leggings with a white tank top and a red plaid shirt. I put on my white converse and headed downstairs for breakfast. I texted Dylan and told him I would meet up with him in an hour or so and we could go get coffee from Starbucks. I'm so thrilled that he is back! Hopefully everything is like before. Nothing awkward. It didn't feel awkward in the tree house, so I'm hoping for the best!