Dylan O'Brien Imagines

He gets Jealous

A/N: Best friends with JB, huh? Lucky CHUUU. Remember my peanuts, stay safe and stay a virgin. lmao, bye my peanuts.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Hey, where are you going uh?" Dylan hugs me.

"Justin called me and asked if I can go the premiere with him."

"And you said yes."

"He's my best friend and he broke up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. He needs a friend."

"Why does it has to be you?"

"Because I'm his best friend."

"I'm sure he has a lot of best friends."

"Dylan, it's just one night."

"Ok. Go then. I don't really fucking care anyways." He leaves the room.

I sigh and grab my bag. I hear the door and I run to open it.

"Are you ready?" Justin smiles at me.

"Yes." I said.

"Is everything ok?" He asked and I hear the door slam.

"Everything's fine." I smile.

"Is he mad?"

"Just a little bit." I said. "He knows I love him and that you're like a brother to me. He's just... a bit needy."

"Needy?"

"Ok. He's pissed out with me."

Justin laughs.

"You don't need to go if you don't want to."

"No. I want. C'mon."

[...]

"I'm home." I said entering in the room.

"I heard."

I sat in front of him.

"Are you still mad?"

"No." He keeps looking at the TV.

"Don't get mad at me. Please. I brought you a new hat."

He ignores me.

"A Mets hat."

Dylan looks at me and I smile.

"I fucking hate you." He shakes his head.

"You don't." I kiss him.