Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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A few years later everything seemed to be as normal as it could be for their friendship, though Dylan was co-starring into a MTV series called 'Teen Wolf' and moved to Los Angeles for his acting career when Cecelia was in her graduation year of high school. She missed him but it was a little bit more than 30 minutes driving so all she had to do was ask their personal driver to drive her there. Her father didn't really trust letting her take a cap, so they hired one. It was pretty cool in some way.

Her mother didn't lie about where she was going to her father and she didn't really mind anymore what he thought about Dylan and her hanging out. They had to be glad she actually went to college to become a secretary just like her mother. She had too many dreams anyway and so when she couldn't choose, she thought it was better to just do what they really wanted.

Her parents also introduced Cecelia to a sweet and handsome guy named Joey Hamilton who worked at the bank. His parents were rich and it seemed as if he was perfect for her, so... they started going on dates. First they went to have dinner at a fancy restaurant, the next week they had a picknick in the park where she once went to go for a walk with Dylan and his dog, and the third week she was asked to be his girlfriend.

Joey found her nice from in and out and he showed how much he loved her with presents. He gave her a diamond necklace, which she was wearing around her neck every day and once a week he came at her house with red roses.

It was nice how he treated her and he was amazingly sweet guy, but it just didn't work for her. It wasn't what she wanted-... Well, she didn't actually know what she wanted. All she knew was she wasn't really in love with him.

Dylan knew about her relationship with Joey; he still couldn't believe she was dating him because her parents approved of him. He found Joey some sort of slimy asshole who wanted her for the money and maybe if he had a chance to get into her pants - or maybe skirt - it'd be a bonus Dylan thought Joey didn't deserve.

Today it was finally weekend, which meant they both had a day off and Cecelia would come over at his apartment to hang out. Unfortunately, this morning she had to text him she'd come a little later because of 'stuff'. It wasn't like he didn't know what she meant by 'stuff' but he found it funny how she called spending time with her amazing boyfriend 'stuff'.

So, late in the afternoon around 5 PM, Cecelia walked in with an annoyed look on her face. She tossed her jacket on the couch, kicked off her high heels and walked into the kitchen where Dylan was cooking dinner for both of them.

"He got you red roses again?"

"Yes," she opened the refrigerator and sighed, grabbing a bottle of water, "and you know what my mother asked me when my father and he were having a talk in his office?"

Looking up at her, he noticed her removing the bun out of her blonde hair which made it fall down over her shoulders to her mid-back. "She literally asked 'how many days do you think it'll last Joey asks your father's approval to marry you?'"

Dylan's mouth dropped open in a funny way and he shook his head, having a hard time hearing it come out of her mouth. He already saw her in a white dress, walking down the aisle with a smile on her face, looking at the slimy asshole. It wasn't like he could do anything about it; it was her own choice to marry him just like it her was her choice of accepting the job offer from her grandfather, which would start in a year after she'd graduate college.

"Does that mean something, Dylan?" she opened the bottle of water before she taking a sip, "It's not like he'll ask me to marry him, right?"

He literally hated those question, where he wanted to answer her naïve questions truthfully but he also wanted to make her feel better, which usually meant he had to lie. And he knew lying to her didn't work out most of the time - especially right now - because she'd come after the truth fast enough and she'd let him know she wasn't okay with it. And it made him feel guilty anyway, so... he chose to tell her the truth.

"Eventually he'll ask you to marry him," after he took two plates out of the kitchen cabinet and some forks and knifes out of one of the drawers, he looked up at her again, "but I hope he doesn't just yet, because come on, you're only freaking 20 years old."

Nodding quietly, again she hoped for another nice answer, "and what if he proposes, what am I going to do; am I going to say yes or no?"

"What are you asking me exactly?" grinning, Dylan put some of the macaroni on the plates, "because sunshine, if you're asking me what I'd do if I was standing in your shoes I'd say no. You don't to marry some guy only because your parents approve of him; you want to marry a sweet, funny guy who cares about you and actually shows you he loves you for real and not just gives you freaking red roses every time you two spent time together." He paused, "and by the way, you don't even like him."

They both sat down at the table with their plates in front of them, and they began to eat.

Giggling, Cecelia looked up him, "does it really show that bad?"

Her friend rolled his brown eyes, taking a bite of his food while he nodded, "I don't know how you act at home, but when you're here it definitely shows."

The only thing she thought of to say back was something sarcastic. It was unusual for her to do at home, so she felt a little uncomfortable with it. "Well, that's beautiful."

He gave her a wink as if he wanted to say 'it's alright' which made her heart skip a beat because of... well, reasons and they both went back to eating their dinner.

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When Dylan went to take a shower because she wanted him to, Cecelia continued watching TV while laying on the couch. It wasn't like anything was on, but it didn't really matter to her. She just liked to watch, because at home she didn't do it very often. And here she was able to lay on the couch instead of sitting up straight with her feet - where she almost couldn't touch the floor with - down.

Whenever she was with Dylan she felt relaxed, she could be herself; it felt like it didn't matter what she was doing as long as she was happy.

Sighing, Cecelia turned to lay on her back, thinking about when she had to leave to go home again. She didn't want to leave, that was the last thing she wanted but she knew she had to anyway. Tomorrow it was Sunday, which meant they were having a family-day or however they wanted to name it. Joey would be coming with his family and then she'd be meeting them for the second time.

The first time they met was when they just started dating; he really wanted her to meet them. It made their relationship sound pretty serious and she didn't like that at all.

Seeing Dylan walk out of his room, made her sit up from the couch and smile brightly, "hey, you had a nice shower?"

He yawned, sitting down to her and nodded, "yeah, I guess so."

"Aww, are you tired?" she giggled at him, making him roll his eyes jokingly, looking up at her. "And what if I am, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Well," thoughtfully she looked at his big hands thought as if that was going help her think of an idea to tell him, "whatever you want me to do."

Dylan kissed her forehead - something Joey had never done - and grinned, "you just make sure you get home safe, alright?"

Sighing, she nodded and caressed his cheek for a moment, looking at him into his brown eyes. And before she would get too comfortable, she stood up from the couch, "I'll see you next weekend."

"Next weekend it is" he mumbled, standing up to help her put on her jacket and high heels. Then he watched her wave at him, walking towards the front door she opened, "good night, Dylan."

"Sweet dreams" he gave her a smile, feeling almost literally his heart tear apart for the hundredth time. He didn't want her to leave again, he wanted her to stay.