Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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It had been a few days since they had the conversation and they both could still feel the weird tension hanging in the air. Whenever they were looking at one another, Cecelia wanted to sit closer and just kiss him, touch his biceps and... God, it was probably the first time she was thinking of something that stupid. But it wasn't only when she was with him; when she was at school, doing her work or whenever she was at home, just reading, she trailed of thinking of Dylan. Kissing him, running her fingers through his short hair, his hands on her underneath her shirt... But how could she think of something like that? It would never happen.

Dylan on the other hand was trying to ignore it, not wanting to do anything she wouldn't like. If there was a way to get rid of the tension, he would, because for the past few days it felt like so hard to talk to her. He would start a conversation about school for example and they would talk for a few minutes but when the subject was done, they didn't know what to say anymore. He wanted to blame Tyler for it, but he couldn't. What there was between them, the 'thing', would've happened eventually anyway. They slept in the same bed, they lived in the same apartment, had dinner together and for the past few weeks they hadn't even called each other a 'friend' for God's sake. It was like they were dating, but they also weren't.

He had to do something about it and he knew, because today he got told they were going to out with cast to a restaurant to celebrate the last day of filming Season 2. He was going to ask her to be his date and... well, he just hoped she was going to say yes. But if she said no, then there was a big chance the weird tension was going to change into awkwardness again, or maybe even worse.

He was too late to ask her though, because when she came walking into his apartment after a long day at school, she kicked off her heels, dropped her bag on the floor, "why aren't you dressed yet? We have to leave in an hour." She was looking at him with a questioned look, raising her eyebrows a little bit. "Or are you wearing that?"

Dylan looked down at the plain white shirt and dark jeans he was wearing, before looking up at her with a crooked smile, "Well, I don't know. I was waiting for you."

"Oh, okay. That's nice of you" sitting down on the same couch, Cecelia began to unbraid her hair and gave him small smile. "I'm actually pretty nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" he replied, playing with his phone in his pocket to keep himself busy and smiled back automatically. "There's nothing to be nervous about. The cast is really nice."

"It's just meeting new people, you know," she took off her earrings and necklace, looking away from his beautiful eyes. "And it's at a restaurant. It just all makes me nervous and uncomfortable. What if they don't like me? I don't know why I said yes anyway."

"Said yes on what?" straightening his back, he made a few quick hand gestures in curiosity. He didn't know what to expect, really, because he didn't know any guy from the cast who knew her in person and was single. "Who asked you?"

"Tyler asked me to join," she shrugged her shoulders, giggling confusingly at him. "He wasn't sure if you were going to ask me, so he wanted to make sure I was going to come."

"And you said yes, why?"

Rolling her eyes, she looked at him and sighed dramatically, "I don't know. Because I couldn't say no. He kept telling me it wasn't going be a celebration without me, he was almost begging. I didn't want to put anyone down, you know I don't like that."

"And what if I was going to ask you?"

"Well, then you don't have to ask me anymore, right?" she answered positively, standing up from the couch to walk towards the bedroom. "Now I'm going to be there anyway." Dylan stopped her by jumping up from the couch and throwing his hands in the air, "What if I was going to ask you to be my date?"

"Dylan, you silly," she walked into the bedroom, turning to look at him while shaking her head. "That isn't something to joke about. And if you don't want me to come, you just have to tell me because then I'll just... well, maybe visit Joey or something."

By her mentioning him he got annoyed, but instead of rolling his eyes and saying something stupid, the boy gave her a crooked smile and winked, "I'd like you to come with me. I was just curious."

"It's totally fine," she gave him a nod, grabbing the doorknob awkwardly. "I'm just going to get myself ready, just so you know."  And she closed the door behind her, leaving him standing there.

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Dylan noticed her feeling uncomfortable by the way she was looking around her while fumbling with her small hands, when they were both following the waitress to the table they had reserved. He put his hand on her lower back, trying to get her attention, "It's going to be fine, alright? I'll order for you, I'll introduce you and if it helps, you can sit next to me. All you have to do is eat and maybe try to make it look like you're enjoying yourself. I think you can handle that for one night."

"One night and never again," she mumbled and turned to look at him, feeling the skin beneath his hand burn on her back. "Do I look good?"

Surprised of her sudden question, his mouth dropped open as he blinked his eyes a few times in a funny way. "Yes, you look gorgeous. As always."

She giggled shyly, looking down at her feet just before Crystal and Holland could stand up excitedly to hug her. "You look so beautiful!" "I love your hair, your dress... oh my god, you look stunning!"

"Aww, stop being so perfect, you both!" she gave back a compliment, noticing Dylan pulling out a chair for her. They all sat down, gladly she was sitting next to Holland and across from Crystal. She was sitting next to Daniel, who had put his arm around her shoulders and was talking to Colton. He was sitting on other side of the strawberry blonde. They were matching clothes, both wearing something fabulous in blue, Cecelia's favorite color.

Tyler and Dylan were having a conversation, but she couldn't quite understand what they were talking about. It had be something serious, though, because they were talking so quietly so nobody really could hear what they were saying. She was curious, but didn't want to eavesdrop them and even if she wanted to, there wasn't a chance, Holland started talking happily to her.

"It's so nice to see you again," the girl started, running a hand through her loose hair. "It's been a few days, hasn't it? I want to know how everything is going between you and Dylan. Are you here with him, like as his date?"

Colton joined the conversation, waiting for her to answer while smiling curiously.

"No, I'm not," she shook her head, feeling her cheeks heating up again. "Tyler asked me to make sure I was going to come. He wanted me to be there, I guess."

"Well, he didn't ask you, Dylan would have done it," Colton told her, sending her a friendly wink, before looking at Tyler, who still was talking to Dylan. "But yeah, he's a freaking asshole-..."

"Talking about me, bro?" Tyler wanted to give him a wide smirk, but his girlfriend stopped him by punching his arm softly. "I know you just wanted to make sure she came by asking her and that's really nice of you, but next time you should probably keep quiet and let Dylan do it, alright? And stop joking about it."

Finding it pretty funny, Cecelia giggled silently, hiding her smile with her hand to make sure nobody saw. But of course Dylan had to hear and look at her, before laughing with her and punching his friend's arm a bit harder. "Yeah, asshole, listen to your girlfriend. She's right and you know it."

Tyler just rolled his eyes, turning to look at his girlfriend for support, but she just shook her head, agreeing with the brunette, "I'm on his side; I'm right and you know it."