Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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Smiling happily, Dylan closed the front door of his apartment and walked straight to the kitchen, because he knew by the sound Cecelia was cooking dinner. She was singing a song he didn't recognize and was smiling, while stirring in the pan with food. Her macaroni, which was his favorite. But his most favorite food was the wrap she made once in a while; there was lettuce in it, cheese and chicken. She got it from her mom, who put a different kind of meat in it instead of chicken, but because she knew he loved chicken, she would put chicken in it.

Realizing Dylan had walked into the kitchen, Cecelia stopped singing and turned her head to look at him with a small smile on her face, "H-hey, ehm...hi."

Before he could question himself why she seemed so nervous, she told him something that surprised him a little bit. Why would she tell something like that right now, if she could've told him an another time? Maybe she just realized it or maybe she was just afraid of his reaction, but by the way she looked away from him quickly and was blushing, he knew it. Of course she was afraid of his reaction; she was the shiest girl he knew and complimenting a guy wasn't an usual thing for her.

"Hey, ehm... you look good."

Cecelia was now looking at the pan with food again, cursing herself why she had to sound so stupid while saying it. 'You look good' wasn't anything special to hear, it wasn't something someone would show them they were interested. She had to say something else.

"Cute, gorgeous, handsome?" she questioned, shrugging her shoulders. "You tell me."

Dylan's smile grew wider, thinking about how he was going to thank her. He wanted to tell how beautiful she was but because she already was feeling uncomfortable, simply thanking her was best right now. Maybe an another time, though. Definitely another time, she deserved to know.

"Thank you," he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand awkwardly. "That's really sweet."

She sighed deeply, a little relieved, laying her hand on her stomach as she smiled. It seemed by the way she nodded as if she was proud of herself. However, hearing her compliment him made him actually feel special. Yeah, it made him feel special. Was that so weird? Yeah, it probably was.

"How did everything go with the Holland thing yesterday, by the way?" he asked, trying the break the awkwardness. "What did you tell your parents about her?"

"Oh my god," she shook her head, pulling a worried face as she put some macaroni on the plates. "I didn't tell them anything. I just told them I was going to be late for school if I didn't leave and I tried to avoid them the whole day. I just went to Joey after school and-... I am just scared."

"Why are you scared?"

She set the plates on the table, grabbing forks for them before sitting down on the chair with a dramatic sigh while shaking her head. She obviously didn't want to tell him.

"Come on, tell me" he also sat down, looking at her with his brown eyes. "You know you can tell me everything, right? It's better to tell than keep it to yourself."

She tried to ignore him, looking down as she start to eat her food in silent.

"Is it because you're afraid of what they're going to do if you tell them?"

Shrugging hear shoulders, Cecelia put a strand of hair behind her ear but before she knew, Dylan took her hand to make her look at him. And it worked, because she dropped her fork and looked up at him with her light blue eyes.

"Please just tell me why you're scared,"  he sighed, frowning a little. "Maybe I can help you, make you feel less scared. I don't want you to be scared, that's the last thing I want."

She pulled her hand out of his, beginning to play with her fingers nervously, "my parents know I'm still seeing you and a lot more than usual. Joey and I are seeing each other less and if we do see each other I'm at his house, so my parents only see him at work..." she looked up at him worriedly. "Yeah, so, ehm-... Joey and I broke up a last week and they don't know. They don't know a lot. But what they know is that you're actor and if they know Holland is an actress, they're probably  going to think-..."

"that you're sleeping at mine," he finished her sentence, taking a bite of his food. "And then they're going to let you stop seeing me-..."

"No, they won't" she spoke, shaking her head, but it didn't sound so confident at all. "They never made me stop seeing you, so why would they now? I know they want the best for me and I'm still seeing them and thinking about them, school is going great. If everything is doing fine, they're not going to make me stop seeing you." Cecelia stopped, sighing deeply. "But I'm just scared of what they're going to think. Maybe they want to meet you and... you know, I'm just scared they're not going to like you. That they're going to be disappointed in me, like... that you're my-..."

"That I'm your Dylan."

"Yeah, and that I know better than that, but... the thing is," she felt tears filling her eyes while she looked up at him again, becoming a little sad. "I don't know better than that. I don't know anyone better than you." A tear rolled over her cheek as she shook her head, "I don't."

Dylan didn't know what to say, he didn't know even know what to feel. He wanted to feel sad for her, he wanted to be angry at her parents,  but he also wanted to be happy that she said something like that. That didn't know anyone better than him. It wasn't an usual thing to hear for him, it was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.

So, there he was, sitting up straighter, looking at her in her teary blue eyes that were looking back at him and ran a hand through his brown hair, "sweetheart, don't worry, okay? We'll get through this."

Although she was going to cry anyway, Cecelia looked away from him and told herself not to cry. She didn't want to cry in front of him, but also didn't want to walk away. He was being so sweet to her and walking away wasn't the best thing she could do. So, the next tears came rolling from her eyes, rolling over cheeks to wherever they dropped. She sobbed, shaking her head at herself before shrugging her shoulders, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, hey," Dylan stood up from the chair and pulled her from the chair so he could embrace her. She was crying on his shoulders, while again shaking her head again at how stupid she was for crying. Normally she wouldn't cry, but the last few weeks had been really hard for her. Having feelings for her friend and was basically living his apartment, having new friends, the breakup with Joey and keeping it to herself... everything was just so different. But like Dylan once gave her a spoiler from an episode from Teen Wolf: 'if you're going to hell, keep going.' And she knew she had to keep going because she had to change her life, she wanted to change her life. 

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A/N: so, hope you liked it. I had tears in my eyes while writing the last part, though, in some weird way. Well, yeah. Feel free to comment, vote ehmm... and fan, or something. So, yeah. Thank you <3