Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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A knock was heard on the front door, making Cecelia look away from the TV. She didn't really know if she had to answer because Dylan hadn't come back yet from his room after what happened. But before she could stand up, he walked into the living room, towards the door and opened it.

Two girls and a guy she didn't recognize were standing in the doorway and greeted him, hugging him with a smile on their face. The girl with strawberry-blonde hair was shorter than the other girl with dark-brown hair and the black-haired guy, who was the last one giving his friend a hug.

Cecelia didn't really know what to think right now; She knew Dylan and her weren't really talking at the moment in some way but that didn't mean he had invite other people over, right? She didn't even know them and therefore she started to feel really uncomfortable. How did she have to act around them? How did she have to greet and introduce her to them?

Dylan looked at her, noticing she felt comfortable as she stood up and walked towards his other friends. He knew exactly why she was feeling the way she felt so he introduced her to them, "so, this is Cecelia, the girl you're going to take shopping." He mostly was talking to the girls, making Cecelia look up at him in confusion.

But fast enough, she got herself back together and shook hands with his friends who introduced their self as Holland, Crystal and Tyler Posey.

"So, you like shopping?" the strawberry-blonde asked with a smile on her face as she elbowed her best friend standing next to her. Crystal laughed, nodding her head, "The guys will be staying here to hang out. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better."

Cecelia gave them a nod, before turning around and grabbing her purse from the couch. As usual Dylan helped her put on her heels just to be sure she wouldn't fall by standing on one foot and then he gave her a wink as if he wanted to say 'you'll be fine.'

She smiled at that, giving him a kiss on his cheek and then walked out of the apartment with the girls, leaving him alone with his best friend.

"That went well," Tyler walked into the kitchen, grabbing a two cokes out of the refrigerator for them both, "didn't it?"

He walked out of the kitchen, handing him his coke as he sat down on one of the couches. Dylan raised his eyebrows while he looked at him, "what do you mean? She was feeling freaking uncomfortable."

"How do you know that for sure?" His friend said, taking a sip his coke, "I thought she was looking pretty comfortable."

Dylan started to snigger as he shook his head, having a lot of memories and thoughts running through his head about her, "No, she kind of was thought how to introduce herself to people or how to act, so her parents could invite important people over at their house or something like that."

"Really?" Tyler was surprised, haven't gotten to meet anyone like her in his life before . "Now I get why you said she's something else. God, that sounds freaking-... Are you sure you want her as your girlfriend?"

"Maybe it seems freaking hard to date someone with parents like hers and she is something else," he shrugged his shoulders, running a hand through his hair, "but that's not the thing. She doesn't call my apartment home for nothing. She feels here at home-..."

"She feels at home whenever she's with you" Tyler corrected him, knowing exactly was he was going to tell him. "She feels comfortable whenever she's with you, wherever she's with you." He threw his hands in the air, "Damnit, don't be so stupid."

Dylan looked at him for a few seconds before looking at his hands, sighing. He didn't really know what to say; all he could agree with was she was actually looking quite comfortable whenever she was with him. When they first met to making a YouTube video together, from eating ice cream together to being with each other every Saturday. Until today, because today she wasn't looking comfortable at all. She looked nervous, uncomfortable and maybe a little bit emotional as if something happed; something she didn't want to talk about him and he didn't like it at all.

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Holland, Crystal and Cecelia were walking with a few clothing bags in their hands after walking into a few stores with clothes, shoes and other sorts of fashion. They were tired carrying from trying on things, walking and carrying their bags, and so now they making walking their way to a café nearby.

They ordered something to drink and sat down at a table outside, laughing a little bit at the many bags they were holding.

"Whoah, I'm glad there was a lot on sale" Crystal put a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she took a sip from her coffee, "especially on the scarfs; I seriously love scarfs."

"Scarfs easy accessories to put with an outfit just like purses," Holland nodded, looking over at Cecelia with a questioned look, "how about you, what accessories do you like?"

"I don't really like accessories," Cecelia shrugged her shoulders, playing a little with the necklace Joey once gave her as a present, "I like it simple when my parents don't pay attention to what I'm wearing. I already have a hard time putting on and off a necklace every day."

"Aaww," Crystal pouted, shaking her head at her, "it must be hard to have strict parents."

Sighing, Cecelia took a sip of her tea, "my parents aren't strict; they want the best for me and they want me to be able to get what I want in life-..." She stopped herself, "I guess."

She didn't know why she was talking about her life with these girls but she knew for almost for sure Dylan didn't invite them to go shopping with her for nothing. He wanted her to talk to them a little so she didn't have to talk to him for once.

"What do you want in life?" Holland asked her in curiosity and Crystal nodded, because they both knew she had a boyfriend she didn't like and she had to work at the bank in a year she didn't want to work at. They wanted to know what she'd like to become if she wasn't too afraid to live her life without having to please her parents.

And then after sighing again deeply, Cecelia started to talk. Talk about her wishes, about what type of guy she wanted to marry, about how many children she wanted and how she much wanted to make her children happy.

Holland and Crystal were sitting there, in front of her, listening to her talk. She was so strong and they felt a little embarrassed because they hadn't even thought about those things yet and she knew exactly what she wanted in life while they were a few years older than her.

"And I don't understand why I haven't even thought about bringing Dylan home when we just met, so my parents could've met him and get to know him a little better," she started, eyes starting to tear, "and now everything is just ruined, it's too late. I've a boyfriend who told me he loves me, I've even met his parents and I'm in college learning how to be an secretary just like my mother and-..."

"Sweetheart," Holland shook her head, interrupting her by taking her hand and squeezing a little, "it's never too late to start a new life; to have another job, to have a new boyfriend and marry him and... then have a children. It's not ruined, it's not too late."

"But I'm actually starting to like him as more as a friend," she looked up at her, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I imagined Joey as him when we were making out on the couch, so I didn't have a hard time pretending to like it."

Crystal laid a hand on her mouth so Cecelia couldn't see her smiling a little, "Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed about it or anything. Dylan is the only one who knows the real you and you feel comfortable with him; it happens very often that people fall for their best friend."

Holland nodded, giving her a sweet smile, "and you could still be friends if you are dating; those relationships are the best."

Trying to ignore them a little, she wiped away her tears, "but how am I going to start a new life?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair, "I don't think I'm ready."

"We'll help you through it" the girls said, looking at each other for a second before turning away to look at her again. "We're going to be there for you at every step you take."

Glad she finally talked about it with someone, she agreed; she was going to try to start a new life.