Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

1 | A rainy autumn day

As the rain poured heavy down the sky he stood there. He stood there and waited - soaked to the bone - for a bus that would never arrive. It was the most curious thing. He stood there in the dark until his mom finally picked him up. He never told me why he was waiting for that bus, and I never asked.  

The story of how I met Dylan is a strange yet beautiful story. We met by coincidence really. It was a cold and rainy autumn day and I came home early from my shift at the bar. Due to the terrible weather condition no one wanted to come out of their houses to have a drink, so I was told to go home. I didn't mind it, it had been a long time since I had left the bar before three in the morning. So I walked over the streets - a black umbrella above my head and my jacket zipped up to the brim. When I came to the busstop I immediately noticed something was odd about the boy standing there. He didn't seek shelter to protect him from the rain, instead he let it soak him. His brown hair laid flat on his head and the T-shirt he was wearing - and nothing more then a T-shirt - stuck to his body. He must have been freezing. I walked up to him and coughed to get his attention. He looked up at me, not saying a word, and his eyes had something dull in them. 

"If you are waiting for a bus, you better head home dude. Busses around here don't drive after nine." I said. 

"I'll wait." He replied. He lowered his head and his eyes snapped back to the ground

"No man you don't get it. The next bus is not until next morning." Again he replied with the same answer. 

"I'll wait." I mentally threw my hands in the air. It bothered me that he wasn't listening to me. 

"It's fucking pouring outside! Don't be insane." And with those last few words his head snapped back up and his eyes met mine again. The shade of them has changed. They suddenly looked darker, black almost. And suddenly they weren't dull anymore. No, he stared at me with a look like death. Now for some people that was the clue to run, to run for their lives and never look back. Not for me. I couldn't stand the idea of this poor boy standing alone in the rain, waiting for a bus that would never come. I tightened the grip I had on my umbrella and sat down on the little bench a few inches away from him. He narrowed his eyes and watched my every move. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

"Waiting for the bus." I replied. He then looked away and he wouldn't say a word to me again. So I waited with him. Minutes turned into hours and the strange boy would not move. He stayed frozen on the same spot, his hands in his pockets. I observed him. His back and upper arms looked very muscular en strong, but yet he didn't come over as a muscled man. The rain had made his hair a tint darker so I imagined it being chocolate brown when dry. I secretly hoped he would turn around and look at me so that I could study his face. He never did.
It was a little after midnight when a car suddenly pulled up in front of the bus stop. An elderly woman with dark brown hair and a beige trenchcoat headed over to us. The boy must have seen her but he didn't even flinch, much like he did with me. It was not until the woman was standing right in front of him and had laid a hand on his shoulder that he looked up to face her. 

"Darling, come home with me." The woman spoke. 

"I think I missed the bus." The boy whispered. The woman, which I guessed was his mother, nodded. 

"It's alright Dylan. Tomorrow is another day." She took Dylan's arm and when he took a step forward her eyes suddenly landed on mine. "Go sit in the car darling, I'll be right there." Dylan nodded his head and walked over to the grey BMW. The woman walked over to me. "I hope my boy didn't give you too much trouble." I shook my head. 

"Not at all m'am." I smiled kindly at her, paused for a second and then asked the question I was scared off to ask. "Is he okay?" The woman looked at me with that look I had feared. Upcoming anger. She looked like she was about to lash out for me interfering with something that was obviously none of my business but seconds later her face relaxed and she sighed. 

"He's not." She whispered.  "And it has been a long time since he has been... okay." Another pause. "I'm sorry, it's not your trouble." She took a step back, ready to turn around and walk away. "Goodnight." She said. 

"Goodnight." I replied. The car took off and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with this boy. Later I'd learn that things were being said about him. People found him odd, strange, completely bonkers. And he was, he was off his mind, crazy even. But I liked it. Somehow it intrigued me. I don't know why I felt like this. I must have been nuts as well. 'Cause behind those dark brown eyes all I could see was how beautifully insane he was. 

[ What is up guys! So I am back with another Dylan O'Brien story. Something way different than the other one but I hope you'll like it! Comment, vote and share this story. Love you all x ]