Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Teach Me// Dylan

You were friends with Dylan before he got all famous and became every female teenagers perfect guy. You guys were close, you and his mom were almost closer than you and your own.

Dylan used to be in a band, a band called Slow Kids At Play, you would hang out at their practices, sometimes you would bring them snacks and you would pick on Dylan while he played the drums in the back.

You figured that when he got all big and famous, he wouldn't remember the small girl that had a crush on him since 3rd grade. That he wouldn't remember the late night talks, the promises to come back, that he would be the exact same person he was before.

But he did.

He remembered everything. You knew when he came back after filming the first season of Teen Wolf, and the first thing he did was pick you up and take you out. He was the exact same person that left almost a year ago.

You two had dinner, talking about his show, college, how everyone was doing before he took you home. He saw you before he saw his mom.

The next day, he calls you to meet him at his house. You're there in less that 5 minutes, he only lived right around the block. You knocked on the door, Lisa greeting you with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"They're in the garage." She smiles. As you got closer and closer to the garage, you could hear the guitars and drums. No way, he got the band back together.

You watched as Dylan played the drums, the muscles in his arms enhanced, the veins in his neck coming out and the look on concentration on his face.

"Y/N!" They all attacked you with hugs and kisses.

"Hey guys." You smiled, giving them all hugs.

The guys played together for a few hours, you watching them.

Finally, everyone left and only you and Dylan were left. You watched as he played some random tune on the drums.

You decided right now, you should tell him how you feel about him. You went over to him and smoothly slid onto his lap, facing the drums.

"Dyl," you said huskily. He returned with a squeak. "Teach me."

You felt his strong arms wrap around yours, handing you the drumsticks. He guided your hands onto the drums, slowly making beats with the stick.

You felt his hot breath against your neck and his strong arms around you. After a few minutes of laughing, you turn around on his back, the tips of your toes touching the floor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He leaned forward and slammed his lips onto yours, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He leaned into your body as you found yourself leaning back. He broke away to breath before slammed his lips back onto yours.

You two were making out for a solid 2 minutes before you fell off his lap and against the drums, a loud laugh coming from Dylan.