Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

3 | Crazy in the coconut

The first real snow poured heavy down the dark grey sky, leaving the streets covered with inches of the white coldness. I wrapped myself in the warmest sweater I could find and put on my boots. It was a few minutes past twelve and I had promised Alex that I would meet him at the clinic around 12:30 p.m. to help him move his stuff from his old office to his new one. I glanced at the clock whilst pulling my big coat on. I stumbled to the front door, grabbing my beanie and car keys on the way. I hated driving in the snow. It was slippery and scary so I carefully guided the vehicle down the drive way. I drove a bit below the speed limit so I surely wouldn't slip but I pissed off the driver behind me. He honked and honked and eventually passed me with a roaring engine. I scoffed. Arrogant ass. After what seemed forever I made it to the clinic and I parked the car. Alex old office was on the second floor, first door to the right. I took a glance at my watch, it was already 12:28 p.m. I hated being late so I started walking a bit faster. Of course my dumb ass had to slip and I fell - face first - in the snow. I mentally cursed and pushed myself up. My face and coat were wet and snow had gotten behind my scarf, leaving a wet trail from my neck to my lower back. I quickly became very cold and shivering I made my way into the clinic. The hall was heavenly warm but still my body was frozen. When I finally came to the door that read Alex Corden I knocked and ass per usual I just walked straight in. Big mistake. Alex was in the middle of a session and well, knowing that he worked with the criminally insane, you really didn't want to walk in on that. The boy that had his back turned to me immediately turned around when he heard me walking in and my jaw dropped to the ground when I saw those familiar brown eyes. 

"I-I'm sorry." I shrieked and with a loud bang I closed the door. Oh God, I thought. Oh dear God that was Dylan. I recognised those eyes, the empty stare, his sharp jawline and his brown hair that was now dry. What was he doing here? Was he a patient? That meant he was a criminal. What had he done? Had he murdered someone, or something even worse? Had I brought myself in danger when I waited with him at the bus stop? All kinds of crazy thoughts went through my head and I didn't know what to do. I could've been dead. He could've killed me. I knew there was something off about him but frankly, I didn't expect this. I paced around the hall and only stopped when I heard the door open. Dylan walked out, Alex behind him. 

"I'll see you next week Dylan." He said. "My office will be on the third floor then, room 309." Dylan only nodded his head and then walked straight passed me. I stared at the ground so that my eyes didn't have to meet his. And again he was dressed in nothing more than black jeans and a white t-shirt. Even with this freezing cold. I waited until he had disappeared to start talking, well rambling would be a better word. 

"What the hell is he doing here? Is he your patient? Is he insane? Is he dangerous? Why are you treating him? What has he done? I mean he must be crazy in the coconut if you are treating him. Oh God please tell me he was not here for his health. He-" 

"Jess calm the fuck down." Alex cut me off and grabbed my upper arm. "Yes Mr. O'Brien is my patient. Why? Do you know him?" He lifted an eyebrow and looked down at me.

"I ran into him once, no biggie. Is he..." I trailed off. 

"Insane?" I nodded. "I don't know... That's what I'm trying to figure out. But something is off about that boy. So please Jess, do me and yourself a favor and stay away from him" 

"Don't worry." I replied. 

"Okay. Now please tell me what the hell happened to you. You look like  a drowned cat." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes at him. He took my wet coat, scarf and beanie from me and then placed them on the radiator in his old office. He then told me what should go in which box. He locked the door and we started packing. Pens and notepads in the box with office supplies. Picture frames and the little sculpture of a dolphin in the box with decorations. I grabbed the picture frame in which Alex and I were posing, holding onto each other and laughing our asses off. I couldn't help but smile. 

"So Dylan..." I started and Alex looked up from his box. "He is no criminal?" 

"Not yet." Alex replied. "But he might as well be one." 

"But-" 

"I can't talk about it Jess. You know that." I nodded my head and continued packing. Once everything was in boxes we started dragging them upstairs. Alex offered to take the heavier ones. He might be gay but he had a hella great body and was insanely strong. We had to walk up and down two times before everything was upstairs and once that was done we had to unpack everything. His new office was a little bit smaller but it had a huge window with a stunning view so that was a plus. There was a big brown leather chair for the patients to sit in and a smaller chair behind a desk for Alex himself to sit in. A big dark red rug covered most of the parquet floor and a long lamp hung from the ceiling.
I placed the last item on his desk - a pink and blue eraser - and pleased I placed both my hands on my hips. 

"Looks great." I said and Alex nodded in agreement. 

"Wanna grab some lunch?" He asked. I took a glance at my watch. It was a little after two. 

"Sorry I can't. I should've been in the bar already."  Alex nodded understanding. I grabbed my now dry coat from the radiator and started putting everything back on. They'd become insanely warm and I loved it. The nice and warm fabric of the beanie felt great against my still quite cold ears. I gave Alex a big hug and kissed him on his cheek. "See you." I said and I waved goodbye. It was not that far from the clinic to the bar so I decided to leave my car in the parking lot and walk the distance. I could already see icy spots forming on the street and I was in no mood to slip. It was cold but I would be able to handle it. The streets were filled with people doing their Christmas shopping. Every shop was decorated with little Santas, snowmen and Christmas trees. Colourful lights filled the streets and gave it a nice and cozy atmosphere. People were happy even though it was miserable outside. After a twenty minute walk I finally made it to the bar. It was hot inside, maybe a little too hot. Mike had turned the heat up so he could work in his t-shirt and I could see the customers all had stripped down to their tops or had rolled up the sleeves of their shirts. I took off my sweater together with all the rest and put them behind the bar. "Hey Mikey." I said. "Watcha got for me?" 

"There is a guy here to see you." He said. 

"Who?"

"Dunno. He's been sitting in that booth for almost two hours." He pointed to the booth in the rear end of the bar. There he was sitting, staring right in front of him, his eyes fixed on the wall. A glass of water in front of him. Still in the white t-shirt. 

"Did he tell you what he wanted?" I asked, slightly afraid. Mike shook his head. 

"He just came in and asked for you. I told him that you're out and he said he'd wait." 

"Oh.. Okay." Mike seemed to notice that I was a little uneasy about the whole situation. 

"Do you know him Jess? If he's bothering you I'll just kick him out."

"No, no. It's fine. I do know him. That's Dylan." I don't know why I said his name. I thought maybe it would make it sound a little less strange. So I took a deep breath and walked over to him. My heart was in my throat and I started feeling a bit sweaty. Now that I knew he was not completely sane I felt nauseous and nerveus. I assured myself that all would be okay. He couldn't do anything to me here. If he even tried to touch me I would scream and then Mike would kick him out. Everything would be just fine. I took place in the booth, right across from Dylan and his eyes snapped from the wall to me. A grin appeared on his face. 

"Hi Jess. How are you?" 

[I'm the worst at updating... I know. Again I'm very sorry]