dylan o'brien imagines

the part (pt. 1)

dedicated to: @insertcreations

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I stood in front of the tall, modern building and grasped onto the script slightly harder.

This is it.

Right in this moment, I'm about to open the doors that will possibly give me the career of my dreams. I was called to act on the set of Teen Wolf a few days ago, so here I am.

The only problem is, I'm one of the main characters: the friend, obviously. It's more like the girl who's always there but doesn't have that much of an impacting role. The one who is good friends with an important role, but if she dies it won't be too story-changing?

Now, you're probably thinking: what? That's good news, you're in the show that's what matters, what are you talking about!

The thing is, the man I'm supposed to fall in love with, according to the script, Dylan O'Brien—my ex.

You see, we used to date during our high school years and an additional year after that. He was the love of my life, at least that's what I wanted to believe.

He began getting into his acting career and was eventually too busy for me. Movies and TV shows had to be filmed and I couldn't stop him from pursuing what he loved, so we both made an agreement that we'd part our ways.

I've never really seen him since then, besides on screen and what not.

It's been about five years and I still think about him, which is stupid of me to do. I'm sure he hasn't thought about me until he looked over the casting roll.

Even though I haven't talked to Dylan in years, I still miss him. I miss us being together, sometimes not even romantically, just as friends in general. I'm actually not quite sure if I'm ready to see him in person again.

Who am I kidding, there's been more than plenty of time to get over him, I should be fine with this. My hands should not be shaking, I should be okay.

I'll be okay.

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"Welcome to the set, y/n! The other cast members should be down this way," a woman said, as I walked into the room that information provided me to go.

I smiled at the scene of my cast members fooling around at a snack table. Tyler had a pretzel stick on his upper lip, cross-eyed, while Holland was giggling next him. The others were watching with questioning looks.

"Hello," I said softly, surprised at how hoarse and quiet it came out. Frantically, I raised my hand and waved awkwardly.

"Hi! You must be y/n, right?" Holland walked up to me, "I cannot wait for you to be on the set of season six. We should be good friends," she lightly tapped my shoulder and winked.  The gesture made me feel more comfortable and at ease.

Letting out a breath, I said, "I'm very excited to be on the set in this season. I hope we become close as well." I forced a smile, hiding how nervous and anxious I felt.

I have not seen Dylan yet.

Recently, he was hurt badly during a stunt in one of his upcoming movies 'The Death Cure'. It was heartbreaking to hear, but I am also very glad he is healed now. I'm not sure if we're even filming today, so he might not show up.