FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN

(9) First real kiss - EDITING

Holland's POV - First real kiss

As soon as I finish consuming my bowl of cereal, I put the dish into the sink and quickly clean it. Why do the dishes when I have a dishwasher? I ask myself.

I can see from outside the small kitchen window, it is raining hard - storming even. Which is completely unusual for a casual California morning in spring.

I change into a grey t-shirt and leggings, then slip on some black flats and coat while heading towards the Beacon Hills high school we are shooting at today.

"Hello Holland!" Tyler walks over and engulfs me in his hard arms. I squirm a little in his touch considering the tight squeeze. "Hey." I manage to muffle out into his shirt.

"So Dylan told me to tell you after shooting today to meet him at the park near the staking rink." He pats me on the back and walks back to the camera men.

"Okay everyone, places!"

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"Cut! Good job today everybody. See you next Monday, you have the weekend off." Everyone cheers and packs their things.

I rush towards my car eagerly and start the engine, fixing my hair and makeup getting ready to meet Dylan. Thank god it isn't raining anymore or I'd look like a wombat right now.

Around twenty minutes later I park my car on the grass next to Dylan's Jeep and make my way to the bench he was sitting on.

"Boo!" I scream from behind, making Dylan scream and fall of the chair in horror. I burst into laughter, falling down to my knees as I can't stand up.

"What was that for?!" He cries while laying his head back onto the dirty ground, staring at the sky while waiting for his heart to return to a normal pace.

"You looked so peaceful and I wanted to ruin that." I get up from my knees and sit on the wooden bench, patting the spot next to me for him to sit. Dylan joins me and puts his elbows on his thighs.

"You gave me a heart attack you know?" He sighs and hangs his head low, looking at his shoes still trying to process the fact that I scared the shit out of him.

"I know." I smirk in satisfaction.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I question with a smile, turning to face him.

"Well about the interview, I didn't know what to do. I was caught up in the moment and I'm sorry, it was disrespectful to ask you out and-" "Just shut up" I interrupt Dylan's speech.

"So you don't mind? Like this is your first relationship and it's not even a real one." He puffs out air form his cheeks, putting his head into his hands in frustration.

"I'd rather be your fake girlfriend than anyone else's." I smile, staring at his perfect face. Dylan takes his head out of his hands and looks up at me, smiling.

We slowly lean in the with feeling familiar, until his soft plump lips finally connect with mine. They move in perfect sync, making me smile throughout the passionate kiss.

My heart beats faster than usual and sparks fly throughout my stomach. I don't think I ever would've felt like this kissing anyone else ever again.