Best Friend's Brother... (Dylan O'brien)

Chapter 1

Before we start, my name is Gabrielle! I already have a Dylan fan-fic, but I wanted to start another one and I'm still not done with the other one (so if you're reading that, I'm not finished with it, but if you aren't, go check it out). If you have any questions about me or the stories, comment! And don't forget to vote too. Thanks! :)
-Gabrielle
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My name is Bridget Everly. I'm seventeen years old and I am a senior in high school! I live in California and have three older brothers. I'm the only girl, and I love my brothers but sometimes I just want to kill them all. My mom and dad are together and we all still live with them. I think I have an excuse considering I'm finishing up high school, but as for the other three kids, I still have no clue why the hell they still live with my parents.

Colton is the oldest. He's twenty-two and is going to college. It's a small community college just outside of where we live. He and I are five years apart. Then there's Peyton. He's twenty and doesn't really do anything at the moment. He didn't go to college and he doesn't have a job yet, but he interviews all the time. I guess he just has bad luck. Finally, there's Spencer. He's only a year older than me and he's taking online classes for college that way he can work during the day. He wants to be a director, so he's taking an internship somewhere. Then he comes home and takes classes at night. Those are my crazy and idiotic brothers, but I love them to death.

Like I said before, I'm the only girl. But of corse, I have a best-friend. Her name is Julia. She's kinda the only girl friend that I have. Otherwise, with growing up with three boys, I've made friends with theirs. Julia is two years older than me, but we're still closer than ever. Her family moved here from New Jersey when she was thirteen. She has a younger brother named Dylan too. He's a year younger than her, making him a year older than me. He didn't really come out of the house when we were younger, but he's been hanging out with Spencer a lot lately. I'm glad because they seem to really get along, plus he's gotten really cute over the years. Puberty hit him like a truck. Anyways, Julia moved in a few blocks down and our dads are both in the film industry. We met at a block party right after she moved in. It was on her block, but the people hosting knew my family so we were invited. Ever since then, we've been best friends.

So, there you have it.

"Bri?" I turned my head and screamed out into the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"Start packing for the beach house. We're going up there tonight with the O'brien family." My family owns a small beach house right on the coast of Malibu beach. We go up there whenever we can, usually with other families.

I grabbed my black duffle bag and began to pack. Swimsuit, pajamas, shorts, shirts, everything else... After, I got ready for the day. I showered quickly and pulled my hair back into two loose french braids. I put on some mascara, blush and a little bit of eyeshadow. I cleaned up my room and brought my bag downstairs to the front door.

My dad came from the front door and taped me on the shoulder. "Hey kiddo, ready for me to pack that in the car?"

"Sure. Thanks!" I smiled and ran back up to my room to grab my keys, wallet and phone. I screamed back at my mom who was in the basement. "Mom, can I go over it Julia's to help her pack?"

"Sure, be back by 3. That's what time were leaving."

"K. Thanks, bye. See ya later." I ran out the door and hopped in my car. I rolled down the windows, turned up the musical and began to drive to Julia's. Her house was only a few blocks away, but I didn't want to walk. Plus, if we wanted to go somewhere we can use my car.

I pulled up three minutes later after leaving my house. Dylan was outside in the garage. His parents were probably at work, while mine were at home packing. I parked in the driveway and rolled up the windows. I got out quickly and ran up to the garage.

"Hey Dylan, what's up?"

He looked up from the workbench and smiled. "Hey Bri, just trying to figure out this cabinet my dad wanted me to fix." He had oil all over his face and his hands were completely filled with dust. Talk about gross, but completely adorable at the same time.

I laughed as he tried to fix it because clearly, it wasn't working out to well. "Something funny Bridget? I can walk over there right now and wipe this dust and oil all over your face."

I stopped laughing and completely stood there in silent, shaking my head. "That's what I thought." He turned back to his cabinet and began laughing.

"Whatever you say O'brien. Alright, now the real reason I came here. Where's your sister?"

"She's inside." He smiled, walking me through the door and holding it open for me.

"Thanks Dyl." He winked and smiled, letting go of the door.