Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

07|

After eating the pizza they ordered, the friends went to eat the doughnuts instead of ice cream while they watched some shows on TV. Holland and Crystal couldn't stop talking about the lead role - who was a handsome guy - and Tyler was trying to stop their talking, so he could actually follow the show. Cecelia and Dylan couldn't stop laughing at how he tried to stop them.

"Women, do you have even have any respect for others?" he was looking at the two giggling girls sitting on either side of him, "Because I don't think so. Damnit, I'm trying to watch this."

Having the whole couch for them alone, Cecelia was sitting right next to Dylan, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She was tired and her stomach was hurting from the laughing, but she had to break the fun eventually, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket.

Dylan stopped laughing, noticing her checking the time and looking up at him with a sigh. "You don't have to leave just yet, you know. You could wait for a few hours, you could stay the night."

It was the second time almost having him beg her to stay since she visited him in his apartment for the first time, so she had a hard time saying no. "Dylan, I have to go and you know that. Don't make it harder for me to leave, alright?"

Their friends had stopped talking quite quickly, looking at them having a conversation with each other. Crystal found it sad, seeing for the first time how hard it was for Dylan to have her leaving every Saturday-night. And it was not only hard for him; Cecelia stood up before he could stop her and picked up her heels from the floor. She almost fell at how quickly she wanted to put them on, making the brunette stand up and hold her by her waist.

She almost forgot how hard it was to leave him before having to wait for a week until next Saturday and then having to leave again. God, if there was a way to make it all stop.

But hold on, she didn't have to wait until next Saturday; she could just visit him whenever she wanted to if she was free from college, dates with Joey and what not. It was all a part of starting a new life and the girls were going to be there every step she took. Everything was going to be alright.

"I'll see you next week" she smiled brightly at him and nodded confidently, before kissing the tip of his nose, "Everything is going to be alright."

Holland and Crystal smiled, knowing exactly what she meant, "we'll see you around, Cecelia. And call us if something's wrong, alright?"

"Will do" she nodded at them and turned around to walk towards to front door, after giving a confused Dylan a wink. "Bye, everyone!"

Seeing the door closed behind her, the boy sat down on the couch again, looking at the girls with a questioned look. "What just happened?"

Tyler agreed, also looking at the girls, "yeah, what was up with that?"

The girls shook their heads at the same time, giggling at their friends as they both looked at each other, "we'll tell you someday." "Yeah, don't worry about it."

Sighing deeply, Dylan looked at his hands as he played with them, "that's beautiful, so beautiful."

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After waking up the next morning with a smile on her face, Cecelia took a shower and made herself ready for the day. Although she couldn't see Dylan today, she was still happy with the thought she'd surprising him by visiting him early this week and making him dinner when he came home from working all day.

She wore a flower-dress, black heels with her hair up into a ponytail and light make up on her face, when she walked downstairs towards the kitchen where her mother was making breakfast. She also was smiling but she knew that was because she was a morning person. She had always been a morning person, humming the same song every morning as she made breakfast.

"Good morning, princess," her father turned to look up from the newspaper at his daughter and gave her a smile, "have you had a nice sleep?"

"Good morning and yes, father, I've had a nice sleep" she sat down at the table, returning a smile while nodding, "thank you."

Her mother sat down on the chair across from her, mumbling a little prayer before starting breakfast, with still a smile on her face. "I was telling your father how excited I am for today."

"Why is that, mother?" Cecelia put a bit of the salad on her plate and gave her a questioned look. There must be something special about family - day today and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what.

"Today we're going to go golfing," her father answered for his wife, making Cecelia sigh in relief. "And golfing is one of your grandfather's and my talents. I'm sure it's going to be a competition between us all; who's going to win and who's going to lose?"

She giggled, shaking her head just like her mother, "good luck, father. I hope you're going to win."

Proud of himself, he took a bite of his food as he smiled, "of course I'm going to win, princess."

She didn't know what exactly was running through her head before she knew the excitement was about the golfing, but she was just glad it wasn't too serious. What if the excitement was because they knew Joey was going to propose to her today? God, no. Thank God the excitement wasn't about that. That would've been the most serious thing happening to her in 20 years of living. Yes, probably.

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While Cecelia was golfing with her family and Joey's family, miles away from her, Dylan was at the set eating his breakfast with his co-stars. Holland and Crystal were talking to Colton, sitting across from him and Tyler was sitting next to him as usual. They were talking about the next scene they had to shoot together while sometimes rehearsing a few lines before Colton started with another subject.

"How was shopping with Cecelia yesterday, by the way?" he asked as he took a bite from his food, looking at the girls in curiosity. "Have you bought something interesting?"

"Something?" Dylan's jaw dropped open, repeating what his friend just said, shaking his head, "They came back with lots of bags full of clothes, scarfs, shoes-... Well, I don't freaking know what they bought really, but come one, they could've filled a whole new closet with what they bought."

Giggling, Crystal and Holland nodded, "There were a lot on sale, so we bought a bunch of stuff we liked. Then we went to have a drink at a café." "It was actually really fun."

"I didn't even know she liked shopping" Dylan sniggered after swallowing his food, and took another bite. "She always told me she found trying on clothes and what not annoying. But I guess, it's different going shopping with girls from her age instead of with her mom."

Holland shrugged her shoulders at him, taking a sip from her coffee, "well, whether she liked going shopping or not, she is a really nice and sweet girl and is definitely one of a kind."

Agreeing with her best friend, Crystal ran a hand through her dark hair, "No wonder you love her!"

Colton shove away his plate before putting his hands in his pockets, looking at his friends, "I really wanna meet her. She sounds like a nice girl."

"You should meet her!" Holland started, turning to look at her best friend. "When we were sitting at the café, I asked her what she wanted in life. She knew exactly what she wanted; How many children, what type of guy she wants to marry, what job she wants, where she wants to live..."

"Yeah," Crystal nodded as she smiled brightly, before pouting a little thinking about happened, "but then she was so sad and she was almost crying-..." 

"Why was she crying?" Tyler raised his eyebrow in concern, noticing the expression on her face. Then he looked at Dylan, who had the same look on his face, "You told her she was about to cry when she was with you, right?"

He nodded but didn't look at him, sitting up a bit straighter. "What was wrong with her? What did she say?"

Looking at her friend as if she wanted to ask her who was going to answer him and if they were going to answer him, Holland sighed while shaking her head.

Crystal played with her hair, biting her lip in doubt, "maybe she should tell you herself, because I'm not sure she wants you to know just yet. It's worth the wait, though."

Dylan sighed dramatically as he ran a hand through his short brown hair, wanting to know what was going on with her, wanting to know what he didn't know but what the girls did know.