OLD MEMORIES | ❝She's just an old memory now, Tyler. ❞
❝Are you sure about that, Dylan? ❞
DYLAN O'BRIEN FAN FIC
MATURE CONTENT
SHORT STORY
COMPLETED NOV 15, 2018.
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❝Dylan!❞ ❝Dylan look over here!❞ ❝Dylan what happened between you and Britt? ❞
Dylan O'Brien was currently dominating the premiere of his new movie 'The Maze Runner'. And secretly he knew it, you could tell by the shit eating grin on his face. But every once in a while, he'll enjoy the flashes and yells for his attention as he turned the other way. His eyes scanned over the sea of cameras, some random iPhones peaking from the crowd, some professional cameras, all of them snapping away to take his picture. Dylan stood, his hands shoved in his pockets as he smiled his boyish grin, the flashes each blinding his eyes momentarily. A large hand clamping down on his shoulder jolted him back to reality, and looked over to his side seeing his best friend, Tyler Posey. Dylan's eyebrows shot up, wondering what the hell Tyler was doing here, but he went along with it, enjoying the company. ❝When did you get here dude?❞ Dylan threw his arm around Tyler's shoulders, turning back to smile at the cameras. ❝About ten minutes ago, heard what happened between you and Britt, I'm sorry man. ❞ His hand gripped Dylan's shoulder a little tighter, and Dylan nodded, his face still turned towards the sea of cameras wanting to capture every second of every moment. + [ ANGELA ] ❝Ang, my husbands on TV. ❞ The working blonde rolled her eyes as her best friend sat on one of the plush bar stools, her eyes glued to the tv. Angela worked at a small, 1950's themed diner, her hair teased and pulled into a giant bun. Angela knew who her best friend was talking about. And it made her stomach turn. She rolled her eyes and gazed up at the TV's colored screen, seeing none other than the Dylan O'Brien. ❝Why is he so cute, Angela.❞ Stephanie-her best friend- whined loudly, her hands cupping her cheeks. Angela's nose scrunched up, her eyes rolling once again at Stephanie's complain. Trust me he's not so cute in real life. She thought as she wiped down the bars counter top, leaving a wet, glassy streak of clean counter top. ❝Wait what?❞ Stephanie turned toward her blonde friend, watching as she halts to a stop. ❝Wait what what?❞ Angela leaned against the counter, cursing at her self. If Stephanie knew the things that happened in the past, she would probably have a heart attack. ❝You just said he wasn't cute in real life, -- ❞ She stopped mid sentence, her face scrunching in some pained expression. ❝Of course he's cute, Angela- but neither of us would know. ❞ Stephanie droned on about what it would be like to kiss him, and Angela restrained herself to give actual details. +
