Dylan POV
I love calfornia don't get me wrong but it's always nice to visit new places. Right now I'm in this record store. There's one next to my house in Boston. I can't help to keep staring at this girl though. She's got long brown wavy hair. She's wearing a striped shirt with black high waisted shorts.
She picked up a Beatles record so I know she has good music. Seriously the Beatles are one of the few good pieces of music, in the world we live in. But the point was that she was so pretty and she seemed like a nice person. Why not make a friend.
"Hey, the Beatles. There my favorite." She looked at me in surprised way, which I'm still deciding is good or bad. "Really, you listen to the Beatles? They are amazing aren't they." The girl said. Good.
"Are you new?" The girl asked me. I guessed I did seem new didn't I. "Uh, actually no. I live in Boston there's one of these stores about a block from my house."
She looked like she'd just figured out the cure for cancer " that's awesome. I'm actually moving to Boston in a week. Might as well get some records right?"
"Yeah. Do you have a record player. Oh! By the way my names Dylan." I said and gestured my hand out to shake hers. "Well actually I want to wait until I get up there and find a place before I buy one, and my names Spencer."
She was so pretty. She's gonna live where I am. This is seriously weird. However the odds are very much in my favor. "Hey, lemme see your phone " she said as she put her hand out to grasp my phone. You know, being me I gave it to her. She put her number in and said " Let's go to the beach tomorrow. Sound good? " I smirked and agreed.
We spent the next 2 hours messing with the records and talking about our lives. She's an artist and is going to open her own gallery in a couple months after she gets up to Boston. I think I just thought of an idea "hey Spencer I think I have an idea for where you can live." She looked at me wide eyed and said " spill. now. " I just laughed and told her
"Well I live in an apartment building with my friends because I'm an actor you know. My friends Holland and Crystal are looking for a roommate plus I think there's an old guitar store that there trying to sell. You could use that for your studio."
She just looked at me in awe and I have to say it was as if I had asked her to marry me. I laughed at her, but I didn't want to laugh I wanted to kiss her. I just meet this girl and I already want to kiss her! What the hell Dylan?! Get it together.
"Hello Dylan you there? Can you ask them if I could move in? Dylan? " she asked and was waving her hand in my face and I chuckled again and then said yeah and quickly pulled out my phone. "It's done" I said and she hugged me, smirked and said "thanks I'll see you tomorrow."
Sorry it's so short. This is my first book that I'm trying to write. I'll try to update every day for right now. -Mia🌚
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The artist and I (Dylan o'brien Fanfiction)
FanfictionSpencer is and artist. She likes records and is moving up to Boston. One day Dylan finds himself very interested in the girl standing a couple feet away from him in the record store.