Dylan O'Brien imagines

Your Shadow (Dave)

Dave POV:

How on earth do you tell a girl you like her but never actually spoken to her. I had this massive crush on this girl (y/n). She was a queen. Sweet, beautiful, smart, funny and such a perfect smile. She never noticed me not that I have been stalking her or anything. Okay maybe a little but not the creepy kind. I talked to Simon maybe he has advice.

"How do I tell her man? she doesn't even know I exist." I sighed.
"How do you know that?" Simon asked.
"I Euhm." Crap I couldn't admit to him that I have done some research.
"You stalked her." He said pointing out the obvious.
"No." I defended myself.
"Okay just answer yes or no."

I nodded.

"Do you have her number?"
"Housephone yes. Cellphone No." I replied.
"Adress?"
"Yes."
"year?"
"junior."
"Favorite color?"
"(Your fav. color)."
"You are the worst. You are a stalker." He concluded.
"Hey, I don't stalk I investigate." I corrected him.
"So playing her shadow isn't stalking." He asked.
"Back to the point what do I do?" I asked.
"Talk to her." He said.
"What would I say then?" I freaked out.
"How about 'Hi'." He said.
"I can't." I said.
"Come on big baby you can. Now go, my parents are getting home any minute now and they don't like you that much." he said.
"Great thanks for nothing." I shrugged.

I got in my car and drove to a little coffeeshop near (Y/N)'s house. Again Investigating not stalking. after my coffee I got back in my car.

"I'm not telling you!" I heard.

I looked around to see (Y/N) with her best friend. I hid.

"Just a hint." Her friend asked.

'Well this might get interesting.'

"No and forget about it, he doesn't notice me anyway." Her voice was like an a angel from heaven.
"Is it the guy that you know." Her friend asked.
"I'm not telling you." She said.
"Come on I'm thirsty." Her friends said.

I drove home I and searched the internet. What do girls want? It was 5 am and I was lying on my research.

"Dave time for school." My mom shouted.
"I'm up!" I said.