It's like everything stopped. Everything stopped but the sand. There was sand everywhere. Sand in your shirt, sand in your pants, in your shoes, in your hair, everywhere.
So, when everyone decided it was time for a break, a well-needed one for Winston, you strayed away from everyone while you stripped down to your tank top and underwear before shaking out everyone that had sand in it.
You poured sand out of you boots and shook it out of your clothes before you turned to see the three leaders of our group. Thomas. Newt. Minho.
They watched you intently as you pulled your clothes back on and went up the hill to meet them.
"You guys are just a few horny teenagers," you smirked. "Nothing special about it."
You felt Thomas' arms wrap around you. You shrieked quietly, turning to face him.
"You know how hard it was resisting you?" He laughs, kissing you quickly.
"I love you too." You laugh sarcastically.
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
FanfictionThese are imagines with characters that Dylan O'Brien has played. Such as, Stuart Twombly, Stiles Stilinski, Dave Hodgeman, Thomas, AND HIMSELF. I'm gonna warn you that most of them are Stiles soo get over it.... LOVE YOU LOVELIES <3
