A/N: Another second part of something. Please vote and comment. Those things encourage me to write more imagines!
He saw it.
How long had he been standing there?
Had he seen everything? What all did he see?
Obviously he saw you and Dylan making out, quite intensely by the way.
But how long did he see that? Did he hear anything Dylan said about you? About his feelings for you?
You tried to run after him but you were too drunk and there were too many people to actually keep up with him.
What were you going to do?
How in the world were you going to fix things?
You liked Tyler. You liked him, you liked him so much.
Where the hell did Dylan get off on just telling you that he could potentially love you? You thought he was a nice guy, why would a nice guy pull a stunt like that?
Somehow you end up in an abandoned room that just so happens to have a bed. You end up flopping on the bed, crying.
Drunk crying is not something to do alone, but that's what ends up happening.
Somehow you managed to fall asleep, or pass out...
And when you wake up, you remember.
What are you going to do? What are you going to do?
How can you save your relationship with Tyler? That's what you wanted right?
Right?
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
FanfictionBook filled of Dylan the beauty he is. I suck at captions forgive me. Enjoy the book.
