Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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Waking up by Dylan wrapping his arm around her waist, Cecelia sighed deeply while trying to lift up his arm, so she could make herself ready for school. Once it worked it made him roll himself over to lay on his back as she stood up and picked out some clothes from her bag.

She brushed her teeth after changing, put on her necklace and put on some makeup. While brushing her hair, she walked towards the kitchen where she grabbed an apple out the refrigerator. She took a bite, walked back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed to wake up Dylan, because she knew he'd like that instead of leaving without waking him up. He didn't tell her that yesterday for nothing.

Caressing his cheek softly, she watched him slowly waking up and opening his eyes. He looked at her, smiled brightly and sighed, "good morning, sunshine. Have you slept well?"

"Good morning and yeah, I've slept well. Thank you," she wanted to take a bite from the apple, but before she could Dylan grabbed the apple out of her hand and took a bite from it. She shook her head at his action and took the apple back with a smile on her face, "How about you?"

"Yeah, I guess so" he turned to lay on his side and hugged her waist. "When are you coming back?"

Playing with his brown hair, Cecelia sighed deeply and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure. After school I'll be at my parents', which is around three and so... and maybe I'll meet up with Joey, but I'm not sure if he has time. If he doesn't, I'll just text him good luck." She shook her head and giggled, "I'll just text you when I know for sure."

Ignoring the Joey part, he nodded his head at her as he smiled, "Don't rush or anything. I'll be fine."

She kissed his forehead, before standing up from the bed and she started walk out of his room, towards the front door, "then I'll see you in the evening, I guess."

"Good luck with school" Cecelia heard him yawn as she opened the door and then to close the door behind her. And again, she was leaving.

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It wasn't so hard anymore to get through the day for Dylan, especially when he knew Cecelia would be coming back at any moment and he could sleep next to her again tonight. When she was with him, he knew she was safe and that was the only thing that really mattered to him. So, there he was, sitting with a smile on his face with his friends, talking about nothingness.

"So, when's your girl coming back?" Tyler asked, taking a sip from his coke as he looked at his friend.

Grinning, he shook his head as he took his phone out of pocket to check the time, "she'll be there in a few." He looked up again, "and by the way, she's not my girl."

"Not yet, dude," he set his glass on the table, sniggering. "But she'll be soon."

"Yeah," Holland agreed with the black-haired guy sitting next to her while nodding her head excitedly. "She's been really happy lately, you know, and that isn't because of nothing."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the boy raised his eyebrows at her, having no idea what she was trying to tell him. "She has been getting closer with the freaking slimy rock star asshole for the past few days. I don't get why her being happy has anything to do with me."

"That's because you don't know the whole story about what's been going on with her life right now," she sighed, shaking her head at him as laid her head on Colton's shoulder. "And because you're really naïve and jealous."

Before he could defend himself, Cecelia opened the front door with a key and closed it behind her.

Dylan watched her sitting down on the couch with a deep sigh leaving her mouth, after kicking off her heels and dropping her bag on the floor. He knew she was feeling a little uncomfortable, but there was something about the expression her face that made him feel worried. Maybe something had happened when she was at her parents' or at school, or when she was with Joey, but she could also look a little down because she just had a long day and she was really tired. Whatever it was, he kept himself quiet about it for now.

Cecelia put a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled shyly at the friends as she felt her cheeks heating up a bit, "hey."

Smiling brightly back at her, Holland took Colton's hand to introduce him to her, "hey, so... this is Colton, my best friend." Then she looked at him while pointing at her, "Colton, this is Cecelia, Dylan's... ehm, yeah, you know, ehm... Dylan's Cecelia."

"Yeah, hi," she joked, waving with her hand as she laughed. "I'm Dylan's Cecelia, hi. What's up?"

The brunette laughed at her cuteness, doing exactly the same; waving with his hand in the air. "How' you doin', people? I'm just hanging around, being Cecelia's Dylan."

Their friends laughed, Holland blushing a little of embarrassment. She knew Cecelia loved him and Dylan loved her, therefore she didn't know how to introduce her differently. They weren't dating but they also weren't really friends; Cecelia loved him and Dylan loved her, but they both didn't know they felt the same way. If only there was a was a way she could help them...

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Crystal had come over with her boyfriend, Daniel half an hour ago and they now had to wait for the pizza to get delivered. The girls were in the kitchen and Dylan was sitting in the living with the guys, playing video games.  Although he wondered what they were talking about, he was too busy trying to win from Tyler, who was sitting next to him with the other controller in his hands.

He was happy for her to finally have girls to talk to if she didn't want to talk to him for some reason and to go shopping with or you know, just to do stuff what girls do. All she did was hanging out with him and all they did was basically hanging around in his apartment and this was something different for her. And he knew, besides that she was feeling a little uncomfortable sometimes, she also really liked to hang out with the girls.

After luckily winning from Tyler, the brunette handed Colton the controller to let him play the game with Tyler. He wanted to think of an excuse to see how Cecelia was doing, but before he had an idea he was interrupted by someone patting his shoulder.

He looked up with a questioned look, seeing Daniel smirk back at him. "You want to go see your girl, don't you? They'll come back when the pizza is delivered; girls love pizza."

"She's not my girl, alright?" the brunette sighed as he shook his head. "Well, not yet. I just need to figure out how I'm going to get her to be mine; it's not that easy, really."

"Okay, man," the boy shrugged his shoulders, looking at the guys who were laughing hard because Tyler was now the one losing the game. "if you want to make it harder than it already is, it's your choice. But just so you know, if you don't do anything about it soon maybe it's too late."

Hearing that made him a little frustrated, throwing his hands in the air as he sat up straight, "how am I supposed to do anything about it if she has a freaking boyfriend? And besides, she doesn't even liked me."

Shaking his head, Daniel looked at him with his blue eyes, "are you sure about that, man?"

The boy raised his eyebrows in confusion, turning his head away from him to look at his feet and sighed. Why did he have a feeling they knew things about Cecelia he didn't know anything about?