Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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 "So, have you told him you love him or...?" Joey played a little with the strings of the guitar that was laying on his lap as he stared at her with his green eyes. "Because really, I don't see why not."

"You don't see why not?" Cecelia's mouth dropped open, shaking her head as if he was crazy. "He's been my friend for - what, how long? - 5 years. I can't just tell him I'm in love with him."

Rolling his eyes at her, he sniggered as he looked at his guitar, "you could always make a move if you're not ready to tell him how you feel." He put his arm around your shoulders with a thoughtful look, "Give him a compliment; something about his appearance or his personality. Just like girls, guys like compliments and a simple 'you're cute' or 'you're funny' is enough, just make sure you mean it."

She played with the necklace she was still wearing, sighing while she looked at her feet, "then how am I going to do that? I'll be stuttering, maybe even blushing and I don't like that at all."

"Well, I bet he'd probably notice and feel really special because a freaking shy girl had the guts to give him a compliment" he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to actually to help her feel more confident. "He's your friend, right? So, it'll be alright."

They had been talking about this for half an hour now and all she came to visit him was to ask him what he wanted her to do with the necklace. She was only wearing it because of him, but now they weren't  dating anymore and she didn't really know what to do with it. Maybe he wanted it back or maybe he didn't want her to take it off just yet, because their parents still didn't know about them breaking up.

It was probably because she liked talking to him almost as much as she liked talking to Dylan. Now she knew he had a hard time keeping  the secret from his parents that he played guitar in metal band and had to perform at a gig once in a while. His parents also didn't know he had a tattoo near his collarbone he showed her, but he didn't feel guilty about it at all.

"We slept in same bed last night," she muttered, feeling her cheeks heating up as she looked at her feet. "I woke up and he was still asleep, having his arm around my waist and... you know, I just wanted to lay there with him all day. Cuddle with him, sleep and talk and just-... I just didn't want to leave again. I always leave."

"You really love him, don't you?"

She looked up at him and nodded as she sighed deeply. Yeah, she really did love him. A lot.

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Dylan was laying on the couch, going through the channels because he was bored. He questioned himself whether she would come there to sleep over or she would stay at her parents tonight; he really wanted to see her again-... no, he wanted to just hold her like yesterday and fall asleep. Also he wanted to hear her voice because they didn't do much talking when he came home late and right in the morning she left him without waking him up. Although he was used to waking up alone, he would never get used to her leaving. If she could just stay for one day without going anywhere...

He sighed, sitting up as he took his phone out of his pocket. It was 9 PM and he hadn't heard anything from her yet. He probably should ask her if she'd text him if whether she wouldn't come or would come over, so he didn't have to wait for her. Or to be excited about anything. God, no, what if asking her would stop her from coming over more than just Saturday. Or she would never come over again because it was too much to ask her. Not asking her it was.

All of the sudden the front door got opened, making Dylan look up from his phone and seeing Cecelia close the door behind her before looking at him. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I had stuff to do and... I wanted to text you, but-..."

"It's fine," he raised his eyebrows in confusion, mouth dropping open. "You don't have to be sorry, I wasn't even expecting you to come, really. Actually. So..." He smiled, noticing how gorgeous she looked in her dark-blue dress. "How was your day?"

Surprised at the question, she smiled brightly and kicked off her heels, dropping her bag on the floor before sitting down next to him. "My day was actually really great. After school I went to Joey and we talked a little-... well, not a little. We couldn't stop talking, but you know... He's actually a really nice guy and he's nothing like I expected at all."

"Well, that's great, right?"  trying to make her think she was happy for her by fake smiling, he nodded his head up and down. He wasn't happy at all because this freaking slimy asshole was going to break her heart into million pieces and he couldn't do anything about it. And if he could, she wouldn't let him anyway.

"He dropped me off here, he had to go had a rehearsal with his band for Friday, so..." she shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing. "He plays guitar in a metal band, did you know that?"

Scratch 'slimy asshole', 'slimy rockstar asshole' it is-... Wait, what?

"He knows about me?" raising his eyebrows in confusion, his mouth dropped open for the second time. "How does he know about me?"

Asking herself why in the name of God she would blurt out something like that, she stood up from the couch and started walking away from him. "Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"No-..." he realized she ignored her question, so stood up quickly, running after her. "No, no, wait, hold on." He jumped in front of her, looking at her with his brown eyes, "Did you tell him about me?"

Beginning to play with her fingers nervously, Cecelia blushed as shrugged her shoulders, "It's a really long story and I don't really have the time; it's 9 PM and I'm tired and you know I don't like sleeping with my hair wet."

"Long story short," he threw his hands in the air, looking at her with searching eyes. "Tell me how he knows about me. Did you tell him about me?"

"Why does it matter so much to you?" she opened her bag, picking out some underwear and pajamas. Then she walked into the bathroom, having Dylan walk behind her. "It's not that important or anything."

"Yes, it is," he noticed her undoing her braid and taking of her necklace as he shook his at what he was about to say to her, "do you even know how hard it is for me to know your parents don't like me at all? It makes me feel like I'm not even a part of your life, that I've never really been a part of your life and I'm just some kind of guy who you hang out with every Saturday. Just Saturday. Only freaking stupid Saturday and then you leave, " he took a pause, seeing tears fill her light-blue eyes. "You always leave  and it hurts. It hurts a lot. And then I have to wait until you come back and then in evening, you leave again."

He sighed deeply, feeling as if his heart started to get to feel lighter in his chest after all this time keeping this from her. But seeing the tears roll down her cheeks didn't make him feel any better, so he took a step back just to give her some space. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I just-... I just wanted-..." He stopped, shaking his head. "I don't really know what I wanted. I'm sorry."

Wiping her tears away, she kept staring at him in his brown eyes, "You don't have to be sorry, I just didn't know you felt like that. I'm sorry for not noticing or anything, I'm really naïve and you know that. You know me a lot better than myself and anyone I know and..." She sighed, beginning to play with her fingers again, "I wouldn't know what do without you in my life, really."

Hearing her say that, made him smile a little and seeing him smile, made her smile automatically. So, there they stood, looking in each other's eyes as they both smiled for a moment until they realized Cecelia wanted to take a shower.

"I'll just go," he sniggered awkwardly, taking a few steps back as he pointed at the shower. "You take your time showering. I ehm... yeah. I'll see you." He nodded, noticing her giggle while blushing before closing the door behind him. Oh my god, that was awkward.