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"This is the worst birthday ever..." I mutter to myself, staring out at the dark night landscape which I refer to "the view from my window".
The door bell goes. I stare out far to try and see who it is. Just a butt is in sight... A familiar butt... A DYLAN BUTT!
I run down the stairs and trip. Landing on the last step, I enthusiastically get up and continue pacing my way to the door.
I open it and flip my hair in the process.
"Hey I-"
"Happy Birthday!" He shouts, shaking a box that is bigger than him.
"Oh my god!" I squeal in reply, jumping up and down, "no one was really celebrating it so I gave up hope."
"You really think that I would forget?"
"Nahhhh..." I drone in response laughing uncontrollably.
"Um... You may have to unwrap it out here though..." He begins.
"Why?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Because... Because I can't get it through the door."
I laugh and smile from ear to ear. As I make my way outside, Dylan strains his neck so he can kiss my head.
I turn to him and say:
"Love you..."
He turns around slowly and echoes:
"I love you too."
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
FanfictionA collection of Dylan O'Brien Imagines. I hope you enjoy! :-)