Our Thing || Dylan O'Brien

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Cecelia could still feel the tight grip from Dylan around her when they got home after the encounter with the paparazzi. They were standing outside the restaurant, waiting for them to come back so they could take pictures of them and it was actually the first time for her to happen. She didn't know what to think, but she knew it was pretty shocking. Strange men asking them questions if they had a relationship and what her name was, some shouting to look in the direction of a camera and telling them how beautiful they looked.

Although it was really stressful and uncomfortable, Dylan had kept her safe with his arm around her waist and pushing her through the paparazzi to the car, opening the door for her. Usually he was pretty nice to them, but now that it was getting pretty personal, he just wanted to get away, getting her away as fast as possible.

"You feeling alright, sunshine?" Dylan sat down on the bed, trying to pull of his shoes while watching her look into the mirror, taking off her jewelry. It was almost time for them to go to bed, especially for her since she was tired the most, yawning every now and then and having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

"Yeah, I think so," she undid her hair, letting it fall loosely down her shoulders and sighed. "It was a kind of odd, though. I never realized how famous you actually are; I always saw you as, you know, just Dylan, the guy I met 5 years ago. It's weird, huh, how fast time flies by?"

He nodded silently, standing up from the bed to walk to the bathroom to change himself into a sweatpants and shirt. He brushed his teeth as she walked in to remove her makeup, which he had never seen her do. Not that was anything special; all she wore was mascara, eye pencil and sometimes eye shadow and whenever she could, she wasn't wearing any. Therefore there wasn't much to remove every night. 

Dylan walked out after she was done brushing her teeth with him watching her and making her laugh by poking her in her side a few times.  He lay down in bed, underneath the soft sheets and sighed, thinking about what had happened at the restaurant.

She had taken his hand when somebody asked her a question, causing half of the cast to look at her with curious eyes which made her feel stressed, not knowing what to say. But when he squeezed her hand, letting her know that he was sitting next to her and nothing was going to go wrong, she answered the question with a proud smile on her face. He was amazed by her, listening to her talk while looking at her with his brown eyes, just like the others did.

Cecelia was wearing a sleep shirt when she walked out of the bathroom and lied down on the bed next to him, making him smile brightly as he pulled the sheets to her shoulders.

"What are the plans tomorrow?" the blonde sighed, feeling him snuggling up to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "I think we have to go grocery shopping..."

"We'll go grocery shopping," he kissed her cheek gently, also closing his eyes, yawning. "What do we have to get?"

"Oreos..." she wanted to think of what else they had to get, but she was too tired so she rolled over to her back, giggling. "I was thinking about it today, but now I'm just too tired to remember. I just know I'm craving Oreos when I'm on my period."

"When are you on your period" he felt her fingers caress his cheek, causing her to smile and open his eyes to look at her. "I'm so glad you're not cranky when you are."

"Well, I think Tuesday or Wednesday," she shrugged her shoulders, nodding slowly and pouting. "I don't want to. My back always hurts so much, it's almost hard to get through the day without lots of... I don't know, painkillers." She groaned in annoyance, already thinking about it, rolling over to her other side to lay her forehead against Dylan's chest, "Exams are next week. I'm so not prepared."

"You're a smart girl," he combed his fingers through her blonde hair, kissing it softly. "You'll pass if you don't stress. Just try to concentrate and do it."

"You've seen how difficult the things are that I have to learn," she lifted up her head, staring at him with a hopeless smile on her face. "I don't know how I'm going to just concentrate and do it, if I'm on my period and-..."

He kissed her forehead, interrupting her with a snigger, "how many times do I have to say that you'll be fine? I want you to believe in yourself, stay calm and just do what you have to do. If you pass, you done with school and then just do your thing. For example, we could go... ehm-..."

"To the beach," she smiled dreamily, nodding her head in approval. "I really want to go to the beach, swimming in the cold water, sunbathing and... I also want to build a sandcastle, you know. A really big sandcastle-..." She sat up, poking Dylan a few times with a big smile on her face, "you want to know what I also really, like really, really want?"

The boy shook his head, watching her lay down again, beginning to stare at the ceiling, a sigh leaving her mouth. "I really want a cat. A kitten. A sweet, little one, who I can cuddle with-..." She giggled happily, "I really like to cuddle. Especially when I'm really tired-... No, wait, I always like to cuddle, only when I'm not mad, I think. But I'm actually never really mad or anything. It's weird-..."

"Cecelia?"

"Yeah?" she looked at him, noticing his sleepy eyes, making her giggle, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just like to talk sometimes. You should probably forget what I said, besides the cat thing, I still want a cat. But you know, you should just go to sleep, you look really tired."

He gave her a small smirk, feeling his eyes falling shut slowly and sighed, "you should dream about me getting you a cat for Christmas, since you don't like birthdays."

"I seriously dislike birthdays, they're so annoying," she mumbled, rolling over to her side, pulling Dylan's arm around her waist. "But I'll make a cake, though. You deserve a cake. Like every day."

"Why is that?" he kissed her cheeks, getting comfortable underneath the sheets and before he could actually hear her answer, he fell asleep, dreaming of happy things.

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A/N: heey, people. I hope you liked this chapter and ehm... well, yeah. This is story is almost finished, I will be stopping at twenty-two, I think. Just so you know.