Holland's POV - Van.
I awaken quickly, expecting what happened before to be a dream and I'd still be cuddled up with Dylan. But my hopes are crushed as I wake up in the back of the wagon's boot.
"Oh my god." I whisper quietly, my eyes filling up with tears as I notice Tim dressed all in black driving with a smug smile.
I slowly get into a crawling position and begin to make my way towards the double doors of the boot.
"I wouldn't to that if I were you." He laughs with his croaky voice as he watches me go to open the most likely locked doors.
"It has electric wires inside it, anyone who touches it will be shocked to death."
"Can you come and touch it then?" I say, clenching my teeth with anger.
"Don't talk back to me!" He screams, swerving the car and almost hitting a little boy crossing the road.
"W-why have you taken me?" I manage to shake out, wiping the tears away to try and stay strong.
"Why does a dog need a collar? Why does a wolf need a pack? All of these questions are driving me insane." He sighs, turning the car around.
"H-how long have I been asleep?" I ask.
"About 2 days, sorry I hit you a little hard." He chuckles.
"You think this is funny?!" I stand up, bumping my head on the roof and groaning as it the same spot Tim bashed my head into the wall with.
Massive amounts of dried blood is through my now curly hair, wrinkled hands and the side of my tear stained face.
"Yes, I do actually." He smiles, pulling over to the side of the deserted road and stopping the car.
"So if you're wondering it's 11:00am and you've been asleep for 2 days."
"I wasn't wondering." I sniffle, burring myself into the back corner of the car as if to hide from my crazy ex boyfriend.
"Get out, we are here." He opens his door and hops out of the tinted windowed car. I run from the corner of the car to the front seats and climb to the driver's seat, then open the door.
"Hey get back here!" Tim screams as I take off running through the desert-like environment.
Dylan's POV - 2 days before.
"Hey sleepy head." My best friend Tyler chuckles as he sees me walk into the kitchen.
"Hi." I grumble, annoyed that I didn't wake up to the beautiful Holland next to me as I'm used to doing so.
"Holl went for a jog about two hours ago." He says.
"Twohours ago?!" My eyes widen. She would never run for that long - it's Holland Roden for Gods sake.
"Uh yeah, is something wrong?" Tyler asks, handing me a plastic plate with two slices of cold pizza.
"Holland hates getting sweaty, she only jogs for around thirty minutes at least." I start to panic.
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FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN
FanfictionWhen the famous Dylan O'brien needs a girlfriend for the summer to satisfy the public, his manager goes out of his way to send individual people emails. He offers them money and a character on the new TV series Teen Wolf, all they had to do was sig...
