Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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On a Friday night Joey took Cecelia on a date to a fancy restaurant. She was wearing a black dress with her hair down into a braid, while he was wearing a black tuxedo.

She felt him staring at her the whole time and she didn't like it at all. It made her feel uncomfortable and therefore she didn't know what to say to him.

"You look really beautiful tonight" he told her with a smile on his face, after he took her hand and caressed it gently with his thumb.

She found herself forcing a smile and nodding, "thank you, Joey."

Continuing her dinner, she played with her dress under the table and sighed.

Tomorrow she'd be seeing Dylan again. She had been thinking of trying to avoid her as a subject to talk about and focus on him. Cecelia cared a lot about him and she wanted to know if he was feeling alright and how everything was going with his work. Now she was feeling all he wanted to talk about was her, as if she more important than him-...

"What are you thinking about? The man asked his girlfriend, wanting to know why she was so quiet all of the sudden. Normally she was a lot more talk able.

The girl looked up from her plate, shaking her head with a fake smile, "I was just trying to think of a subject to talk about."

Laughing, he took a bite from his food, "how about we talk about you; how's college?"

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Dylan could still feel the loud music from last night bumping through his ears the next morning when he woke up. Going to bed at 3 AM made everything worse.

What was the reason he went to his friend's party again? Oh, yeah, because he wanted to stop thinking about Cecelia. She'd come over today and he was too inpatient to wait for another night.

Saturday was his favorite day of the week because that day she would be coming over. She didn't have much time but seeing her for just a few hours made everything seem alright again; made everything seem as if she didn't have a slimy asshole boyfriend.

Sighing, he tried going back to sleep again but then he heard someone closing the front door. It was her.

"I'm home!" he heard her saying before hearing of her kicking off her heels and taking off her jacket that she'd threw on the couch every Saturday she'd come over.

Dylan smiled automatically.

She just called his apartment home and she didn't even live here-... well, she was here basically every week and she had the key. So, yeah...

Before he knew he felt a body sitting down on the side of his bed and a hand caressing his cheek.

Grinning widely, he opened his eyes to look up at her with sleepy eyes, "hey, you."

"Good morning" she kissed his cheek softy with a smile on her face. The smile he loved about her; as if it made him fall in love with her all over again. "Had a nice sleep?"

"Well," he turned to lay on his back and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I went to a party last and went to bed around 3 AM."

"You silly," she stood up again, starting to walk away from him, "what do you want for breakfast?"

"Come back" he laughed, "you don't have to make me breakfast." Of course he wanted her to make him breakfast, the food she made was the most delicious food he ever tasted. Whenever she was here and he haven't had breakfast yet, she made him breakfast. She didn't mind pampering him.

"How about pancakes or toast with bacon and eggs?" still smiling brightly, Cecelia looked at him, waiting for an answer, "or maybe a sandwich?"

Thoughtfully he shook his head, looking back at her, "you choose. Any food you make is delicious."