Back To The Beginning // Dylan O'Brien

vi. goals

The beach was fun apart from the burning sensation that occurred every now and then.

I don't exactly know how I feel about the moment I had with Dylan in the kitchen. It was very, dramatic and intimate. But I like how he didn't judge me about all of the scars on my body.

When Dylan and I walked to the beach to find Tyler, the mood was very solemn as if we were almost afraid to speak up. But as soon as we saw Tyler the mood completely changed. That was the thing I loved about Tyler, he always made the mood so much brighter because he was such a bright and happy person. His happiness was literally addictive.

We spent a couple of hours at the beach, swimming and tanning, the boys even tried to teach me how to surf, which of course ended horribly.

Just because I was raised in the Sunshine Coast in front of the beach does not mean I can automatically surf. No it doesn't.

I ended up falling off the surf board and completely belly flopping over 20 times and it was absolutely hilarious. The amount of times we all cracked up laughing because of someone falling over was ridiculous, but it was fun.

But every now and then, I would wince in pain because of my stings but then get back to laughing a couple of seconds later.

When we were walking back, the boys were talking about going out to a little diner for dinner and just chilling. I remember Tyler saying that he would bring Seana along which I was really keen about because I could finally meet someone that isn't a guy. Not that I'm complaining, these guys are great.

When we went back to the house, it was around 5pm and I was so tired from all of the jet lag but I've learnt to stay awake when I need to. You can thank Eric for that.

I grabbed some clothes from my suitcase and went to the bathroom to have a shower. I put on some music on my phone and had a pretty quick shower, washing my hair and shaving my legs.

Once I was out of the shower, I put on some black jeans and a dark grey t-shirt and walked out, letting my wet hair hang out.

I walked downstairs to see Dylan wearing a dark grey t-shirt with some sand coloured pants, Tyler had left while I was in the shower to go pick up Seana. I walked to the couch and rolled up my jeans twice and put on some black converse.

Together, Dylan and I sat and watched tv until my hair dried out a bit, but then we walked out of the house and got in the Jeep.

We were quiet, as if afraid to say something wrong, and about one minute into the car ride, Dylan spoke up. "I'm sorry if I was nosey when I was asking que-"

"Dylan it's okay, trust me, it was sweet of you to care and it meant a lot. It's just a hard topic to talk about," I cut him off.

He smiled and carried on with driving.

We talked about random thing until the topic of what I wanted to do when I am older.

"Um I'm wanting to become a writer, because I have english smarts, I even organised to meet a manager in a couple of months who will read a book I wrote and decide if it was good enough for him to publish it," I explained.

He looked impressed, that I had figured my life out. But it wasn't exactly figured out, I don't have a job which means no income, which meant I was relying on the money I have left in my bank account which was about $600 and the money that mom would send me to help keep me afloat.

The thought of my mom made me miss her. She was literally the greatest parent in the world. My dad was a shit dad though, he was either never there, or he was there drunk, throwing glass bottles at me and mum, which of course is why I didn't leave Eric at the start, because I had grown up with it, I thought it was normal.