Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Friendzoned

Dylan and I were sitting on the beach. It was so romantic that I thought I was going to explode with happiness. "Y/n," Dylan said.

"Yes," I answered.

"I love you and I always have. Will you do me the honours of being my girlfriend" He said before crashing his lips to mine. His lips were so soft and warm. I never imagined that he would be so good at kissing. His tongue entered my mouth as the kissing gained intensity. The hot weather only increasing your heat for each other. This felt almost too real. The love of my life told me he loved me on the beach, the beach! This was amazing.

"I love too," I told him when we stopped kissing for air, " I would love to be your girlfriend" we hugged, and he almost pressed his lips against mine until.

I woke up. I was used to these types of cheesy dreams; other scenarios included us at the fair, Dylan and I going on a cruise to Hawaii, and many more. The dreams kept coming more often. Before, I would have a Dylan dream once a month, but now it's more than once a week. It was becoming harder and harder to look Dylan in the eye without madly blushing.

I was in love with my best friend, Dylan. He was cute and smart, not to mention dorky and unbelievably funny. He had no clue about these types of feelings I had for him, but I'm sure everyone else did.

To keep these feelings at bay, I wrote them down in my dream journal. It might be a bad idea, but I didn't really care. No one would think to look for one who writes down their dreams anyways.

Dylan picked me up in the morning as usual, and I couldn't even-if that makes sense- he was looking so fine. I kept remembering my dream and other dreams that might not have been so innocent.

"Y/n was is your face so red? Did I do something because you haven't really been talking and I-"

"Stop Dylan, I'm fine. I just had a late-night that's all" I cut him off before he could continue.

"I'm coming over so you can help me with chemistry tonight. Right?"

"Yep today's the day," I said awkwardly.

"Are you sure nothing bothering you, you seem off. Is it your period?" Dylan said. He was joking, but I could see some concern on his face. I punched him in the shoulder.

* * *

Dylan and I were sitting on my bed. He had out all his chemistry textbooks and assignments that he has yet to complete. "Before we start I'm going to go to the bathroom," I told Dylan. I walked to my bathroom across the hall and did my business. When I got back, I noticed Dylan was reading something that was not his history test book. It was my dream journal.

"Y/n was is this" Dylan asked, sounding confused.

"My dream journal Dylan, where did you get it? Did you look through my stuff?" I yelled. I never thought Dylan would find out I like him like this.

"It was on your desk, ok. I didn't go through anything and what are these crazy stories about me?"

"It's my dream journal, I write about all the dreams I have had. and I guess a lot of them include you. I like you Dylan, a lot. Not just some school girl crush. I think I'm in love with you," I said, finally expressing how I have felt for years.

The expression on his face gave me a hint that I should brace myself for rejection. "Y/n I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way. I thought we were just friends, you are like my sister and here I'm reading about how I proposed to you on the Effie tower."

I felt the tears in my eyes, ready to come out. My heart was just broken. I always knew he most likely wouldn't like me back, but there was still a massive part of me that really thought we would be together. I thought it would be like a romantic love story like in all my dreams and movies, where the best friend always loves the other best friend back. A love story where we fall in love and live happily ever after. That wasn't the case with you. You got the cold hard reality of the truth.

"I-I think you should leave Dylan," I said in a shaky voice, trying to contain my composure. I tried to act like my whole world didn't come crashing down. Dylan silently packed up his stuff and began to walk out of my room.

"I hope we can still be best friends. You know I love you, just not in that way," Dylan said before leaving my house. I knew it would never be the same and that he would tell his friends how I had these crazy dreams about him and how crazy I am. I just lied in my bed and cried because nothing would ever be the same again.

Keep reading for part 2. Will Dylan change his mind?

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