Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty-Three
Three Years Later
           Azalea is 21
           Dylan is 27
Azalea

“Come to the party with me.” Avery said.
She was a great sister, I loved her to pieces. Sometimes she was just crazier than I ever could be.
It had been three years since I moved in with Charles, I still call him Charles. John was my dad, even if he really wasn't. Stella was a beautiful lady, she was so very kind to me. Avery and her looked identical, while I looked so much like Charles.
“Avery, usually mom's stay home and play with their children.” I told her.
About a year ago Avery had her daughter, Sage. Avery was now getting married to the father of Sage which happened to be a very famous business man, he was 25.
“Azalea, it's a wedding party, you are my sister you have to go.”
“No, I think I will stay here. Who is going to watch Sage?” I asked.
“Our mom perhaps.” she said.
For a year or now Avery has been referring to Stella as “our” mom. I didn't really bothering correcting her, I didn't want to hurt anyone’s feelings. For me I have had so many parents try to replace my mom, but none really measured up.
“I'm not much of a party goer, I would just make everyone uncomfortable and awkward.” I told her.
“Are you sure, I can find a babysitter.” Avery said.
I smiled at her.
“Of coarse, I love Sage. We can go to the park and stare at the trees, she always loves the nature.”
Avery just said okay and left. She gave me a copy of her keys so I could get in her house.

Later that day I found myself in a small diner near Avery's house, I held Sage in my arms.
I was waiting on my cheeseburger and fries to come. Then I heard a man's voice.
“Is she yours?” he said, then took a seat across from in the my booth.
It was Dylan.
I then instantly put her in her car seat that was seated next to me on the booth.
“No, my sisters.” I answered.
“She is beautiful.” he said.
“I will let Avery know.” I told him.
There was silence for a few moments, it drove me insane.
“How are you?” I asked him.
“Well I came into this diner because it said the best fries in the west, and I find you here with a baby. I kind of freaked out that you had this family and that I had forever lost you to some stranger.” he answered.
I couldn't help but smile at him.
“No, no babies for me, or boyfriends for that matter.”
“How are you liking it at Charles?” he asked me.
“Well I haven't lived at Charles for about two years now, but I talk to him often. He is so nice to me, I really like that. His wife likes me also.” I told him.
“I'm glad that they treat you well.” he told me.
“How are Tyler and John and just everyone?” I asked him.
“John is good, finding small things to keep his self busy. Tyler is the same, still rocking those acting roles. Seana met her husband, they have a 2 year old now.” he told me.
“I saw you in a few roles also, always great acting.” I told him.
There was silence between us for a few moments.
“How come you never came back? Was I that easy to forget?” he asked me.
That was something I was not expecting him to say, at all. Then Sage began crying and I excused myself and walked to my car. I stood near my car and fed her a bottle.
In a way she saved me from having a conversation I never knew how to have. I always told myself that I would go back to LA, but then it was 2 and 3 years later and it was too late for that. Almost as if my life with the Posey's never happened. But Dylan was not a person I found myself forgetting.
When I went back to my table to pay for my bill and get Sage's car seat Dylan was gone and there laid the money for the check.
I shook my head and whispered a few profanities and grabbed the car seat and drove back to my house, I spent that night watching cartoons with Sage in my house all by myself.

I woke up with the sun, I couldn't bring myself to sleep any longer. I dreamt of Dylan, probably the thousandth time I had. Dylan was that type of person that haunted your days and nights, no other way around it. I could forget Tyler, the person who welcomed me into his life so freely. I could forget Seana, a girl who's heart exceeded her limits, and I could even forget John, a soul who would always bring sanity to his crazy world and lift spirits. But Dylan, oh Dylan. You could never forget his kindness he always had for others, his humor that could make a cancer patient fill their body with laughter. His unlimited amount of love he had for.. me. And what did he get stuck with, me. I captured his heart on some strange occasion and he has never been able to let go since. I honestly count my lucky stars that he remembers me.

I laid on my couch for another two minutes before I heard a knock on my door. I quickly got up and opened the door without even looking who it was, I think it was Avery coming to get Sage.
I was in a baggy shirt that I had stolen from Dylan a lifetime ago and some undies.
“Give me like 5 minutes, her bag is in my room, hang on Avery.” I said.
Then I quickly walked to my room and got Sage's baby bag. When I came back to the living room Avery was not in the room but Dylan was.

“Hi? When did you get here?” I asked.
He laughed at me, “You let me in, like 5 minutes ago. Called me Avery and everything, it was weird.”
Oh. My. God.  Why is my life literally such a mess?
“I thought you were her, how did you know where I lived anyway?” I asked.
It was kind of, no extremely creepy that he knew where I lived.
“Charles, your dad, told me the address like forever ago. I just never had a use for it.” he confessed.
Right! Of coarse he would do that, Charles was always a bragger about Dylan. Always going on about how Dylan loved me so so much that he sought out him to keep me alive, blah, blah, blah.
“What can I do for you?” I asked him, while trying to pull my shirt down closer and closer to my feet.
“That's not important, when did you get that shirt. I have been looking everywhere for that. I thought Tyler stole it from me.” he said.
“A long time ago, that's literally the most unimportant thing right now. You are sitting in my house while I stand in my underwear and my sister's baby is asleep 5 feet away. Please I need more answers, give that to me?”
He sighed but eventually began talking again.
“I just need you in my life. I am going insane without you. Three years was way too long for me, for God's sake Aza, I love you with everything inside of me.” he said.
Then he quickly stood up from his spot on the couch and rushed over to me. His face was mere centimeters from mine. His hand found itself attached to my neck and his other hands thumb was rubbing my cheek.
“I missed you.” he whispered. Then his lips collided with mine and soon there was no space between us any longer. I felt a certain kind of emotion deep in my gut and all I wanted to do was stay in the position kissing him for years and years. His thumb left my cheek and soon his hand was inching up my thigh into my shirt. His lips parted from mine and I groaned in discomfort because I wanted him to stay attached to me forever.
“I missed this.” he whispered. Then his lips crashed back onto mine in seconds and groaned in a sigh of comfort. Then I found Dylan's and my body slamming into the wall, his hand was still placed inside my shirt and was inching closer and closer to my bra.
Then I heard the from door open.
“What the actual fuck is this, you are supposed to be watching my daughter and here you are basically having sex with some strange guy.” my sister said.
I pushed Dylan away from me.
“Fuck.” I whispered to myself.
I instantly glanced at Dylan, he had a certain composure about himself.
“Hi, I'm Dylan.” He said and smiled at Avery.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I literally hate my life.