Welcome To The Media (Dylmas AU)

2. Tearful Goodbyes

*unedited again whoops*

Dylan's pov

"Dylan, did you say you were working with Thomas Brodie-Sangster?" My best friend, Tyler questioned from behind his laptop.

I looked at him quizzically, before nodding my head. "Yeah, why?"

In lieu of response, he nodded his head towards his illuminated screen, then patted my bed next to him. I walked over and sat down on my comfy mattress, eyes automatically scanning the screen to see what he was looking at.

My eyebrows raised when I read the words, "Thomas Brodie-Sangster: Teenage-Girl-Aphobic?" in bold letters stretching across Tyler's laptop.

"What the hell does that mean?" I ask, more to myself than Tyler.

He shrugs, then responds, "Here, there's a link to a video."

He clicks his mouse and is redirected to youtube, where a video titled, "Thomas Sangster yells at teenage fan," begins to load.

Tyler shifts, and the video begins, showing a blurry image of what appears to be a Starbucks. I watch as a girl with long, brown hair bounces excitedly to Thomas, a pen clutched into her shaking hand. She turns to the camera, gives a thumbs up, and just as she turns back around, she slams into Thomas' tall, lanky form.

From the distance, I see the girl jump back, revealing Thomas fully. He must have been holding a coffee, because a dark brown stain is already appearing on his white t-shirt.

I watch in horror as the girl stumbles to apologize, only to be cut off by Thomas. The girl automatically shrinks into herself, and her body noticeably begins to tremble. She attempts to say something again, but then Thomas is actually yelling at her, and she's stepping out of his way to let him pass. The video keeps rolling, only to witness the girl rushing towards the camera into her friend's outstretched arms, two tears racing down her face. And then the video turns black, leaving Tyler and I in an appalled silence.

Tyler sits up, breaking the quiet of my room by muttering, "Well, have fun working with a dick." Then in after thought he adds, "Actually, you do like dick so maybe--"

I cut him off. "Shut up, Tyler," I laugh, shoving him so that he rolls off the bed and lands on the ground with a soft thud.

He grunts, but continues from the floor. "Hey, I mean, I don't see why not--"

"I'm gay. That doesn't mean I want to get in the pants of every dick I see. Besides, there's a huge difference between the dick I like, and the dick Thomas is," I groan.

Tyler laughs, then adds, "I hear he's gay too, and if his junk is anywhere near the size of his ego--"

"Tyler!" I yelp. "Oh my god. If you saw a cat, would you bang it just because it's a pussy?"

Tyler genuinely looked like he was thinking about it, but then responded in a matter-of-fact tone, "No, not without the kitty's consent."

I rolled my eyes, then looked back towards Tyler's laptop screen, clicking back to the tab that held the link and article. I scrolled down, ignoring the words, but soon noticed another link in the last sentence of the page.

"Thomas will be publicly apologizing at a livestreamed press conference Tuesday, April 15th beginning at 4 pm western," I read aloud.

Tyler glanced to my clock, then shot up from the floor. "It just started! Click the link!"

"I'm clicking, I'm clicking. Geeze, calm yourself," I muttered.

This page loaded much more quickly, revealing Thomas himself standing atop a small platform. The camera was zoomed in on his upper half, where his hair was styled neatly and his smile was cheerfully bright. I noticed he had swapped his usual leather jacket for a bright blue button-up, presumably to make him look younger and nicer.