Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Tough Shit

Dylan waltzes into the reading room late. As he passes by you, you smell the strong stench of weed. His hair is greasy, clothes wrinkled.

Did he even bother to try to look presentable?

Everyone used to say how he was such a nice, sweet, lovable guy. They used to.

Now, they provide excuses for him. Oh it's because Britt broke up with him. Oh he yanked his last few. Oh he's just going through a rough patch. Oh he'll get out of it soon.

They'd make these excuses and let him get away with stuff like showing up to work late or showing up high or looking like crap.

Tough shit. Enough is enough and everyone goes through crap. Deal with it. Find a way to get some help and deal with it.

You're problem with him wasn't just with his careless actions, it was also that he didn't seem to try to get out of the funk he put himself in.

Dylan loudly plops himself down in the chair across from you.

You roll your eyes at his obnoxiousness.

Everyone were they were before Dylan's entrance. For the rest of the reading, everyone does well with their lines.

Except Dylan.

He wouldn't pay to his and would laugh too-loudly at his mistakes.

After the reading is done, you storm out of the room before your temper gets the best of you and you make a scene.

Later that day, Dylan materializes out of his cave and walks up to you.

"Hey," he says nonchalantly.

"Hi," you reply shortly.

"What's your problem with me?"

"My problem? My problem is that you're an arrogant asshole who thinks the world of yourself and has no for your coworkers or bosses. You think you can show up late and high with no consequences. Your attitude is infuriating," you rattle off.

Without even a hint of emotion, Dylan just nods his head, agree with your insults.

Instead of wasting more of your breath on him, you turn back around and away.

Ever since you went off on Dylan, you felt a little guilty.

It was only a little because he had been acting like an ass and he deserved most of it. But ever since you went off on him he's been acting differently.

It seemed like he was trying more at work. He stopped coming in reeking of weed-you knew he still smoked which bothered you but it was progress- and he was arriving...closer to being on time.

Hey, the way he had been acting before this was him trying.

And you weren't the only one who had taken notice. Tyler came up to you asking you what exactly you said to Dylan.

"I don't know. I kinda of went off on him," you replied sheepishly.

"Good, he needed to it from someone. And whatever you said worked. Jeff has been harping on me to try to help Dyl but nothing I say or do ever worked."

"Oh," was all you managed. You were surprised. You had always felt that you were a nobody on set. How did your words have such an affect on him?

That had been a few days ago. Now it was Dylan walking towards you.

"Hey," he nods.

"Hi," you say quickly, hoping to just keep walking.

No such luck.