Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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They had stayed for a while when they woke up the next morning. It didn't really matter what they did that day, whether they would be talking or he'd be holding her while they were looking at the ceiling in silent, it was just nice to be around each other and do nothing.

When it was around 11 o'clock in the morning, they made breakfast and watched all three 'High School Musical' movies, still in their pajamas. Whenever a song came on, they would sing along with it loud enough for their neighbors to hear. They even danced and jumped on the couches, while laughing at each other for no reason.

But that was until Cecelia realized she had told the girls she wanted to go home tomorrow morning to be with her parents. Then she'd go back at Tuesday, so she didn't have to stay away from the fun too long. She didn't have to worry about being the perfect daughter here; she could just stay in her pajamas all day and eat whatever she liked. Like lots of candy, chocolate and ice cream. She didn't use the possibility to do so often, because she was generally a healthy person and she also didn't like to do stuff behind anyone's back. She wanted to stay true.

Dylan made them dinner, leaving the dishes on the counter for tomorrow and went to bed around 8 PM, not knowing what to do else than sleep. He fell asleep fast, hearing her hum a song softly in his ear while he was laying in her arms for a change. Right after that, she also fell asleep.

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It was a kind of hard for the boy to let the beauty leave again, but he knew she'd be coming back on Tuesday. Now Saturday wasn't his only favorite day of the week, also the days when she would be home at his apartment had become his favorite. How easy it was for her to make him feel the happiest man in the universe, she didn't even know. If she did though, God, that wouldn't be awkward at all, would it?

"Dylan," Holland looked at him with her green eyes, phone still in her hand after reading Cecelia's text about something seriously important. "Just help me here, alright? I need you to listen to me."

Shaking his thoughts away, he sat up straight to look at her, "I'm listening."

"Cecelia just send me a text," she took a pause, playing with her hair nervously, noticing his worried expression on his face. "Remember when she lied about going to sleep over at mine? Her parents asked her about me and she thinks it means they want know more about me, which freaking means she can't tell her parents I'm an actress because they will freaking disapprove of me!"

"No, no, I'm sure they won't," Dylan shook his head, trying to calm her down but then trailed off, starting to think about her again with a grin his face. "You're a girl and girls are good. Girls are really good and beautiful, especially her. She's gorgeous-..."

"Dylan, focus!" the strawberry blonde waved at him to get his attention. "It's not going to be okay, if I'm telling her parents that I'm an actress-..."

Sighing deeply, he looked at his hands to try to focus on the problem, "You've had a good education, you're incredibly smart and I can't see anyone not liking you, so..." He looked up again, shrugging his shoulders at her, "Maybe they'd be thinking for while if it is safe for their daughter to be friends with famous actress, but on the other hand, Holland, you're an amazing girl and I still can't see anyone not liking you. So, don't lie. Tell the truth, let her tell her about the real you."

A wide smirk appeared on his face. That was probably the most dramatic and genius advice he had ever gave anyone. And it seemed to also be really helpful, by the way Holland started to text the beauty with a relaxed smile. Yup, he did great.

"Thank you, Dylan" she looked up, laying her phone on the table before running a hand through her hair. "I still don't get why you would think she doesn't like you. You're super sweet."

He rolled his eyes, he shook his head. Not that being 'super sweet' mattered anyway, if it did, Cecelia and him would've been dating for a while now and would've lived happily ever after. But no, they didn't, so he needed to be more than just 'super sweet'. Being 'super sweet' didn't help to get the girl of your dreams. But what did she actually like in a guy?

"Whatever it is you're thinking right now," she stuck up her hand as if she thought that would let him stop thinking and sighed. "I want you to stop being so insecure about yourself, because you are one fine piece of hotness, alright? Stop thinking she doesn't like you, I want you to start thinking about what you're going to do if she actually likes you."

Letting it go through his head, he pulled a thoughtful face. Yeah, what was he going to do if he does actually like him? He never really thought about that.

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Joey thought it was a nice idea to teach Cecelia how to play guitar after school and so there she was, sitting on his bed with a guitar in her hands. He was sitting next to her, staring at how she did her best to concentrate and to play he thought was the simplest song ever. But the girl, no, she found the song so difficult that it was now the hundredth time to play it all over again. It made her a kind of insecure and her wanting to play it as precisely as possible also wasn't very helpful.

"Why can't I just do it right for once?" almost wanting the give up, she grabbed the water bottle and took a sip from it. "I know I can do much better than this!"

"Don't be so hard on yourself," the boy shook his head, smiling at how cute his blonde friend was being. "This is, I think, the first time you're playing guitar. Like ever. Come on, you're doing fine, don't be so... insecure."

"I'm not insecure," she defended herself, shaking her head as she took another sip before putting away the water bottle again. "I just know I can do better than this. Is that so weird?"

"Yes, that is weird" he pointed at the guitar, looking at her with his green eyes. "I think your skills are freaking amazing, okay? So, play the song and believe in yourself."

Trying to concentrate again, continued started to play the song and sighed deeply. She knew Joey was right, she had to believe in herself instead of being so hard on herself or else she was never going to play the song correctly. This was her first time playing guitar, so why not just be proud of herself because she learned something new?  

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A/N: Hey people, so... hope you liked it! 

What do you like about the story?  I don't get comments very often, so... I don't know if you like the story. I got votes, thank you for that :D but I just really want to know what you like about it. And so, yeah... thank you :D