woken up [DYLAN OBRIEN] book 2/2

Chapter 12

    Stephanie Larson's POV

"I heard some noise up there last night. Like really noisy, if you know what I mean" Holland winked. My face quickly turned a light pink. I continued to eat my Lucky Charms, "Really? I didn't hear anyth-" I was cut off. "I know Dylan was up there. He sneaked out with messy hair and his shirt on backwards." Holland said with a straight face. I shaped my mouth in an 'O'.

   "Sorry I didn't tell you. Anyways, we're a thing now. But we decided we weren't going to tell anyone. And yes, we did the deed last night." She smirked then laughed. I rolled my eyes, "It was about time you guys got back together! I wish you two the best of luck." with that, she left the kitchen and walked to her room. I got up to put my empty bowl to the clean sink. My phone suddenly started to ring, I quickly answered it. I didn't look at the caller ID so I didn't know who was on the other end.

"Hello?" I asked. "Hey, Stephanie" Dylan said. I laughed at him, he is too scared to call me my given nickname. "Why are you laughing?" he said, defending himself. "You can call me by my nickname. You know, the one you gave me when we were sixteen?" I smiled back at the thought of that day.

It was our first date and he was really nervous. He mumbled and stuttered with his words. I kissed him to shut him up from his fast paced talking. We looked at each other and knew that we were meant to be. Even though he was a sweaty mess.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled nervously.
"So anyways, I was wondering if I could come over? Or you could come over? It doesn't really matter, Hollands place is slightly bigger, y'know? She has that whole thing going on in her backyard. She loves backyards. And your room is a little messed up now. Did you tell her about the lamp? I can pay for it. I have the money, I'm not poor. Have you seen my Maze Runner movies? Because you might like them, we could watch them together sometime?"

I almost fell asleep listening to him. "Dylan, you're back to the nervousness-talking. Take a chill pill, there's nothing to be scared about. But yeah, come over. Hollands here though, so we could watch the movies." I walk back up the spiral staircase and into the memory filled room.

"I will be right over in 10. Bye, Steph."

"Wait! Don't end the call, please?" I yelled into the phone."Theres something you forgot to say. And something we need to start saying because it's the truth. I love you?"

I was shaking. What if he didn't want to start saying that again? What if he just wanted this to be a one-time fling? Or did he still love me and was too scared to say it at the end of phone calls. Saying those three words are mostly said with no meaning whatsoever. But when they are said with meaning, it's the whole world.

"I love you too." he said. I could see the smile in his voice. Clearly there was no mistake made when I said what I said.

"I love you, bye." I ended the call, doing a dance in my room. I stomped my feet, one at a time. Until I felt a sharp pain.

"Aw shit!"

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"Who has a glass lamp by a bed, Holland?" I yelled at her. "People who don't plan for their best friends to fuck in her guest room and break the lamp while fucking too hard!" I rolled my eyes. "It's not my fault that you didn't clean up each piece of glass. Oh, and you owe me a new lamp." I looked down at Dylan, who was disinfecting my two-inch long cut from the large piece of glass. He put Hydrogen Peroxide on a cotton ball, "This might sting a bit." He gave me his left hand to squeeze for the pain.

"Dylan, you know I hate this part. It stings like hell." I was scared out of my mind. This is a rather large cut, I thought I needed stitches.

"You'll be okay, just hold my hand. I'll make it quick." He looked back up at me and winked. I rolled my eyes then soon laughed at the sexual joke. He dabbed the cotton ball into the filled lid, that held the liquid, and slowly moved it closer to my injured foot.

"Ready?" I gulped and kept my firm hold on his loving, veiny hands. I nodded my head. He started to gently rub my cut. I winced and started to grasp onto his hand. "Ow! Shit Dylan!"

"What the hell are you doing in my kitchen!" Holland yelled. "I swear to god if you are banging on my brand new counters!" Dylan rips the cotton ball from my foot. Both of our eyes widen, "We aren't doing anything, just cleaning my foot." I say, I bite my lip in embarrassment.

"It's kind of hard to tell when I hear things like, 'Hold my hand, It'll be quick' and 'It stings like hell'" I hear her shout once more. I cover my mouth to conceal a laugh. Dylan grabs a band-aid he had with all of his cleaning supplies and sticks it to my foot.

"Did you just put a Han Solo band-aid on my foot?" I ask. I glared at him. Stephanie Larson sticks to the original band-aids. You know, I am a basic bitch after all.

"Yup, deal with it babe." He stood up, standing between my legs. His hands were placed on the outside of my thighs, staring at my lips. I can tell he wants to kiss me, I do too.

"What are we going to do?" his desired face quickly turned into a sad, hopeless one. He quickly responds, "I don't know. Wait, yeah I do. Just stay with me! We love eachother, don't leave me again." A tear slips down my face.

I can't just leave everything that I had, that I made.

"I wish it were that easy to stay." I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in his cologne that I love so much. I wrap my arms around his neck, continuing to sit on the kitchen counter. He keeps still, then moves a hand around my neck, then his other moving up and down my back.

"I need to get going, sorry to ruin the moment." Dylan untangles himself from our hug. I jump of the counter, careful of my right foot. "Why are you leaving?" I chase him, while limping. The house so large, making this pursuit more difficult than it should be. He stops and turns around, "Just make up your mind!"

I wince at his sudden loud voice.

"I'm sorry. But if you loved me, you would stay! You would stay for me, for your family, for the life we made together!"

"I'll stay."