Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

"I can't do it" -part 1- Dylan O'Brien

"Thomas I-" I look at Dylan and see a smirk on his face. "Ugh- Dylan stop." I laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'll stop." Dylan says laughing. He composes himself and gets back to charterer.

I take a deep breathe before starting my line again. "Thomas I don't think I can-" I can't help but burst out laughing. "Oh my God- I can't do it, I'm sorry." I clutch my stomach.

"It's okay, baby." Dylan says with a wink, tilt of the head and a smirk. I feel butterflies in my stomach as he calls me baby.

"Okay, I'm sorry. That was my fault." I says recovering.

"Let's try it one more time." Wes yells from behind the camera.

"Okay!" Dylan yells.

"Thomas I don't think I can leave this place. I just I-I-" I look at Dylan's face, the way his lips are formed, the way his hair is brushed over his forehead and the smears of dirt around his face.

'He looks so hot and sexy and-' I freeze at the thought... And then burst into a hysterical laugh for being so stupid. 'He's your best friend Y/N, you can't look at him like that. Anyway, he wouldn't ever think about me that way. Snap out of it.'

"I'm sorry." I say to Wes as I calm my breathing. I turn to Dylan and breathe out. "I'm sorry." Dylan nods with a cheeky smirk.

Wes nods understandingly. "It's okay! Let's take a break! Everyone meet back here in an hour. Dylan, Y/N. Go over the lines. I don't think we'll be able to waste any more time today. Take it slow and just try to make it work through whatever's distracting you both."

Everyone start shuffling around, putting everything on hold. I turn to Dylan with a guilty look. "I am sorry Dyl."

He looks at me with his eyebrows furred and a kind look on his face. "Hey, it's both of us. Let's go to my trailer and go over our lines. We'll make it work. I promise."

Dylan pulls me to his side and gives me a quick kiss on my forehead. I can't deny what I feel anymore.

I'm in love with my Dylan O'Brien...

A/N Cheesy? Predictable? Too Short? Tell me what you think. 

I know I don't have the best writing style, I know I have bad spelling and grammar mistakes, I know my idea aren't amazing but I'm always proud of what I write and what I post, but lately I've been seriously questioning my work. I have no idea what's wrong with me. Ugh!!!