Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

10|

A moment later they were both sitting in Cecelia's room, on her bed. She was waiting for him to start talking but obviously he didn't know where to start, making her feel nervous.

She hoped it didn't have anything to do with the fact she had stayed at Dylan's last night and that he was angry about it. But she had never told anything about him yet, so he didn't even know where she was every Saturday. She'd have probably told him if he asked, but he didn't, so she kept herself quiet about it.

"Ehm..." he mumbled after about 5 minutes thinking and ran a hand through his black hair. "I wanted to come see you yesterday but you weren't at home..."

Although she really wanted to look down at her feet, she kept staring at him with her light-blue eyes while she nodded her head slowly.

"And I'm not forcing you to tell me where you were, but I just want you to know that I was worried about you and that I'll be there for you if you need anything." Rambling, he was looking at the ground as he played with his fingers. "I know how it is to have strict parents; they do what they think is best for you, which means you have to go to college to learn for a job you don't want but you'll have a nice salary for and... you know?" he looked at up at her, noticing her nodding her head as if she understood what he was saying. "They introduce you to a guy or a girl they think is perfect for you and then you two basically go on dates and what not..."

Hearing someone finally say that made Cecelia think she wasn't the only one feeling the way she felt doing the things she didn't want to do just to make her parents proud. She was just glad she had Dylan who was there for her when she needed him, but knowing someone had the same lifestyle as her and had the same thoughts about it made it seem like her life wouldn't get any better than it already was. And it would someday, because she knew there was a whole new life waiting for her and the only thing she had to do was to be brave and follow her dreams.

"I know how you feel" she gave him a smile, taking his hand in hers as she squeezed it a little. "I don't visit my friend every Saturday for nothing; it's way of taking a break from everything around me."

"Who's your friend?" he smiled at our hands, squeezing mine back before letting go. It almost seemed as friendly as she meant it, as if they were nothing more than friends.

"Dylan O'Brien," she blushed as she giggled softly, knowing she was going to see him again soon enough. "We met in high school and became friends right away. Our friendship wasn't hidden or anything because we made a YouTube video together and in some way my mother found out. She told me to delete it, not wanting my father to find out about the fact that I was hanging out with a boy." She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know if he knows about it and if he does, what he thinks about it but I just continue to hang out with him anyway."

"You love him?"

And she knew the answer right away, nodding her head as she pictured him in her head, "yeah, I do. I love him, a lot. I don't know what I would do without him."

"You should tell him" he sniggered at her, wiggling his eyebrows. "And after that you'll both have hot steamy sex."

Not believing her own ears, Cecelia mouth dropped open while looking at him with wide eyes, "I'm not going to have hot steamy sex with Dylan." She closed her mouth, throwing her hands in the air, "and I thought we were dating or something. You told me you loved me."

"And I do, as a friend" he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. "And well, I don't know what we're going to do about the dating thing, but we'll figure it out."

Sighing with a smile, she nodded as she laid her head on his shoulder, "Yeah, you're right. We'll figure it out."

-----

Taking his phone out of his pocket for the third time, Dylan started to dial her number until he changed his mind again and sighed dramatically. He wanted to call Cecelia so badly just to hear her voice but he never called her, just in case he'd interrupt her when she was doing something important and then she probably would ignore his call anyway, so she didn't have to feet her parents a lie. She had done that the first time it happened, telling him the next Saturday he'd have to send her a text before calling her, so she could go somewhere alone to answer his call.

And besides, he didn't know what to say when she would pick up. He couldn't just tell her, 'Hey Cecelia, I'm just calling you because I wanted to hear you voice, so if you just talk to freaking shit out of yourself I can continue doing my job.' No, that wasn't something charming to say.

Hearing a squeal, he looked up to see Holland answering her phone with a big smile on her face. She moved her legs back and forth, sitting on of the chairs a few meters away while taking a sip of her coffee so now and then.

Having a feeling it was Cecelia calling her, Dylan tried to eavesdrop the conversation through all the noise around them. There was just something about how she reacted on the phone call, that made him think it was her.

But before he could have a chance to hear her actually say something, she looked up at him and giggled. Then she stood up and walked away, leaving him sit there with a thoughtful look. It was Cecelia calling his co-star on the phone and he knew it.

-----

It was 10 PM when Dylan tiredly walked into his apartment, noticing Cecelia's heels and bag laying on the floor near the couch. Although he didn't know exactly where she was, he was glad he didn't have to tell himself to man up anymore to call her just to hear her voice... but that was just for today. Tomorrow she'll probably be going home again to see her slimy asshole boyfriend. And then they make out, maybe even have sex... and God, he didn't even want to think about it.

All of the sudden heard her from his bedroom, calling his name with a soft voice as if she was about to fall asleep at any second. "Dylan, is that you?"

He walked towards his door, opening it to see her laying in his bed with her eyes closed. It made Dylan smile to see her like that; he almost wanted to lay down next to her, cuddle with her and fall asleep like that. But he couldn't because-... well, he didn't actually know why he couldn't. Okay, he knew she had a boyfriend, but she only dating him because her parents. It wasn't like she liked him or anything. And besides, her parents couldn't be a reason they weren't dating because she was still hanging out with him, although she knew they didn't like her hanging out with boys. He didn't get it, he didn't get it at all. But if he had to guts to make a move, he still wouldn't have done it; she was really shy - God, even worse than him - and if he would make a move, she wouldn't be coming to visit him ever again. Besides that, she didn't like saying no, so asking her on a date wouldn't be helpful either.

"Yeah, it's me," he said, making her open her sleepy eyes as she smiled slightly. "I got free from work late, so yeah... I'm sorry for waking you up or anything. And ehm, yeah-..."

"You could stay if you want to," she patted with her hands on the space right next to her, having a hard time keeping her eyes open. "I don't want you having to sleep on the couch for me again."

Closing the door behind him, a smiled appeared on his face as he walked towards the bathroom to get himself ready for bed.

After a few minutes, he came back to lay down next to her before he felt her snuggling up to him, head against his chest. Although he really wanted to do a victory dance, he just simply laid his arm around her and kissed her hair softy. "Sweet dreams, muffin cutie."

"Aaww, I like muffins" she pouted, yawning a little. "Goodnight, Dyl."

Closing his eyes as he sighed deeply, he felt himself falling a asleep in less than a minute dreaming of the girl sleeping right in his arms.