Dylan O'Brien Imagines

More than Friends

A/N: Just came back from school and watching spongebob.

"Let me guess," Your friend, and roommate, said, "You have a video call with Dylan soon?"

All morning, you had been running back and forth from her room and yours, asking her which outfit she liked more and if your makeup and hair looked okay. You just wanted to look good for when you got to talk to Dylan, your best friend who's known you since you were children. It was hard being apart from him at times because you two were so inseparable so when he had to fly out to random places to film something it made the both of you sort of grumpy.

You were proud of him that he was doing what he loved but at times you missed those moments when you were both younger and sitting in one of your houses, watching your favourite movies or shows. Tomorrow, however, you'd finally be seeing him again after three whole months of being separated. You were going to fly out to join him for a few days and you were beyond excited.

You tore your gaze from the mirror where you had been applying some mascara and looked over at your friend. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, for starters, you're dressing up like you're about to go to the club when it's only noon on a Sunday," Your friend said. "And you always try to look your best for Dylan because you like him."

"I do not-"

Your friend gave you a skeptical look as she leaned against your door frame. "Don't even try to deny it. I'm your friend, Y/N. I know these things."

You pursed your lips, looking at her, and then down at your outfit (which was just a dress - you didn't think you were overdressed until she pointed it out). "Is it too much?"

"Maybe a bit," Your friend admitted. "I mean, what's the effort of dressing up if he can't even see your whole body right now?"

She shrugged as she crossed her arms over her chest. "But it is Dylan and, since he obviously likes you too because he's not very good at hiding it, I'm pretty certain he'll like just about anything you wear - even sweat pants and a hoodie. Hell, he'd probably love it if you wore nothing."

You scoffed and reddened for some stupid reason. "He does not like me. We're just best friends."

"That's what you think," she said. "I bet you're all he thinks about at night."

"No way."

"And, you know, he has been single for quite some time."

"I'm not listening to you."

"I'm just saying-"

You were both startled by the ringing sound coming from your laptop where Skype had been opened, signalling that you were getting a call. You looked over at it to see that it was Dylan and your face lit up.

"I guess I'll leave you two to it," Your friend said and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing her out of your room as she laughed before closing the door. You straightened out your hair and then sat down on your bed, pulling your laptop to you and accepting the call. As soon as you saw Dylan's face grinning on your laptop screen, you were beaming.

"Dylan!" You exclaimed.

"Y/N!" he said, teasing you by acting just as excited. "God, it's felt like forever!"

"We talk almost every day," You pointed out with a tiny chuckle.

He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Yeah, well, I miss you. We're partners in crime."

You smiled down at your laptop screen. "Well, tomorrow we'll finally be reunited."

Dylan's face lit up even more and he nodded. "It's going to be great. I've already got it all planned out."

From there, he dove into what he had planned on doing with you once you got there tomorrow, like introducing you to his cast members, showing you around the city, and so on. You sat and listened to him as he rambled on, excited, but you didn't care. You were too busy watching every detail on his face from his eyes to his lips.

Your friend was right. You liked Dylan and you were so screwed.

How could you be so in love with your best friend and have him not even notice?

~

The next morning had been incredibly slow. You were restless the whole way from your place to the airport and fidgeted in your seat on the plane as it flew to your destination. Once you landed in the busy airport, you gathered your bags and began trudging your way through the terminals to find Dylan who had said he'd pick you up. You had been texting each other all morning, which was why he was on his phone when you found him. As soon as you laid eyes on him, your heart race seemed to pick up speed and the invisible knot in your stomach unraveled.

Without really thinking, and the excitement washing over you like a tidal wave, you broke out into a run toward him, shouting his name, "Dylan!"

He jumped at your voice but spun around with a huge grin when he saw you. You crashed into him hard, making him stagger back a bit. Before either of you could do anything else, you pulled back from him and smashed your lips against his. You hadn't really been thinking and you had been caught up in the rush and exhilaration of finally getting to see Dylan again that you just went with your first instincts. He was caught off guard, clearly, but before he could even get comfortable, you were remembering who this was. Dylan, your best friend. You instantly pulled back from him and looked down, your face burning a bright and obvious red.

"Wow," You heard Dylan murmur breathlessly but you weren't really paying attention. You were mentally kicking yourself for kissing him.

"I'm sorry, I-" You were trying to apologize but you really couldn't think of any excuse. You were so embarrassed. You figured you had might as well tell him the truth since there was no use in denying it anymore.

"I'm such an idiot for admitting this but I-" You paused momentarily and pursed your lips, trying to find the right words. You were still avoiding his eyes so for all you knew, he was long gone. You eventually worked up the courage to look up at him (and thankfully he was still there).

"I'm in love with you, Dylan," You mumbled, barely audible, but you knew he had heard.

He looked at you, his face unreadable, and then a soft grin pulled at his lips. He took a step closer to you, closing the distant between you two. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Judging by his tone, you figured he wasn't totally appalled by you kissing him. Of course he'd end up finding a way to tease you, though. You rolled your eyes and looked away. "Oh, come on, Dyl. Don't tease me like that-"

He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours. This time the kiss was slower and more sensual, his hands sliding down to the small of your back and pulling you flush against his chest. This time you were the one left startled when you both parted. Dylan looked down at you with a cheeky grin, cupping the side of your face.

"God, I love you," he said suddenly. "I do. I love everything about you; you're my best friend. But I want to be more than just friends. I was planning on telling you but it looks like you beat me to it."

You couldn't even explain the immense joy you felt. You blushed and smiled. "Really?"

"Really," he nodded, pecking your lips once more. "Come on," he said, pulling away from you and winking at you. He slid his hand into yours and took hold of your suitcase with his other hand, dragging it behind him as you both began to walk.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Well, I was planning on showing you around a bit but I feel like just going back to the hotel would be best," Dylan admitted. "Just you and me."

"Well," You spoke up, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "I can think of a whole bunch of fun things to do together."

He looked at you with a perked eyebrow and smirk as you went on to say, "Like buying me my favourite take-out and watching our favourite movie together."

He rolled his eyes and you giggled as you pulled away from him.

"You know what?" Dylan said, leaning over to kiss your temple. "I'm okay with that. I like the way you think."