Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Friends

(I apologise for the bad quality of the photo and also the fact that all of these stories are set up in different ways.)

Your POV

"This is so nice..."  Dylan smirks, facing me and stopping in his steps.

"Yeah... It is..."  I reply, staring into the beautiful sky above us.  It's colours that contrast between blue and purple with pink fluffy clouds dotted everywhere.

We stare into each others eyes for what seems like forever.  I feel like I'm melting like a snowman on a sunny day.  It's for some reason no where near awkward.

"Um..." Dylan breaks the silence, looking at his feet.

"Sooooo..." I say, replacing the peace in the air with awkwardness.

As I turn my head, I feel a strong, yet gentle hand on my shoulder.  It's strokes slowly down to my waist and then soon I'm spun around, left staring up into Dylan's eyes.  He smiles and then ever so quickly, drags me into a long, hard kiss.  He moves his hands so that he is hugging me into his chest while lifting me at the same time as kissing.  I break away, staring at him without a word.

"You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that."  He says, breathing quickly.

I'm speechless.  He looks rather embarrassed and slightly disappointed.  He starts rambling to make his flushed cheeks disappear.

"I'm sorry.  That was unnecessary, I didn't quite plan on doing that... It was all part of the mome-"

I go on my toes and kiss him right back, his words fading into a mumble.  I can hardly reach but just about manage.  He stares at me but soon closes his eyes, stroking my hair and placing his other arm around me.  He lifts me again to make my life easier.  He's my own personal stilts.

"Me neither..." I say fading my words out as we, at the same time, continue the kissing.