Hearts Burst Into Fire (Dylan O'Brien / completed)

Wasting time.

Fri, Jun 3rd.

Claire was late for her meeting with Dylan, she was running through the hall until she got there exhausted. Dylan was already on stage reading some notes he had.

-I’m sorry… I’m late –she said breathless.

-It’s okay, you’re only thirty minutes late I’m sure you have a good excuse—

-Hey are you mad at me? –Claire asked confused.

-Of course I am we need to be in time for everything Claire I’m not playing –Dylan said serious.

-I… I’m so sorry Dylan –Claire said getting on stage dropping her bag.

Dylan looked at her and tried to keep on a serious look, Claire was nervous and she didn’t know what to do to make it up to Dylan, then he let out the cutest laugh ever patting her shoulder.

-What the fuck? –she said confused.

-I’m an actor Claire, I was just kidding! –he laughed.

-You’re such a jerk! –Claire said blushing.

-Alright now, today’s assignment is… considering that you already sing the song perfectly and it took you only one week, today you got to go find 10 random people and ask them to hear you sing—

-What?! –she yelled.

-Exactly, now go! –Dylan said smiling.

-Why are you smiling, this is evil! –Claire said running to the door.

Claire went outside the auditorium and took about 15 minutes to gather 10 random people to hear her sing; she let them know she was fighting her stage fright for the festival so they were nice to her. She entered the auditorium again and jumped into the stage, Dylan was already sitting in the front row. Claire wasn’t that nervous now.

-Okay, let us hear you! –Dylan said as Claire started to sing.

At first she got a little nervous but managed to take control of her voice and started to sound amazing, she even smiled to the small crowd, just one problem was, that she stood there, frozen without moving around the stage nor moving her hands, after she finished everyone gave her a big applause, including Dylan.

-Look it’s not that hard –a black haired boy with a couple of piercings said jumping on stage.

-Really? –Claire asked looking at him.

-I’m the lead singer on my band, pretend you have a mic and just move it around like this –he started to move his hands and legs pretending to have a microphone.

-Woah…

-Then you can jump around… or if you don’t have a band you can still move your head a little bit or hands –he smiled.

-Thank you… -Claire said smiling.

-You’re going to do great! –a girl from the crowd said.

-Oh my God thank you –Claire said blushing.

-Good luck, by the way I’m Josh –the guy said getting down from stage.

After everyone left, Dylan and Claire walked to the parking lot, Fridays were the longest days of practice because they always finished around 7pm. Dylan always gave Claire a ride to her home because his home was on the way.

-Do you want to come in? –Claire asked considering it was Friday night.

-Sure –he said without thinking it.

Both walked upstairs to her room, she sat on her bed and dropped her bag, she let out a big sigh as Dylan looked at her drawings in her desk.

-Can I use the bathroom? –he asked after a while.