Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

7 | A dozen roses

The next morning I woke up with a nasty taste in my mouth and a pounding head. I groaned and turned to my side. Life was absolutely miserable. I tried to remember the events of the night before. I could vaguely remember singing and dancing, talking with lots of guys. I couldn't remember their faces though. No of course not, the only face I could remember was Dylan's. His diabolical beauty kept flashing in front of my eyes every time I closed them. He consumed the darkness and I didn't know why I was not capable of forgetting him. I didn't want anything to do with him but still I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about him. That's how pathetic I was. I rolled my eyes at myself and tried to find the courage to get out of bed. Moaning and groaning I dragged my poisoned body into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stripped out of the t-shirt - that I wore as a pyjama - and my panties. I stepped under the warm stream and let out a sigh of relief when I felt the water cleans my body. Why in the world would I drink that much? Another reason to hate myself today and another reason to wish I would listen to my mom more often. Luckily she couldn't see me like this. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my chest. I brushed my hair with a tangle teezer and then put it up in a wet bun. I changed into something comfortable, seeing as it was my free day today. Unlike most people: I loved Mondays! I had planned to stay on my couch and eat snacks for most of the day and maybe, if my hangover was over, I'd go to the fitness. I probably wouldn't but hey, it's nice to have the thought. I was walking down the stairs when all of the sudden I heard a noise. Like a door opening. I stopped death in my tracks and my breath hitched in my throat. Oh god oh god oh god, was all I could think. My brain started working overtime. There was someone in the house. Someone had broken into my tiny little apartment. I started freaking out. Frozen on the spot I stood there on the staircase and waited. When I didn't hear anything anymore I started walking again, slowly and very frightened. I heard another noise and scared as fucking hell I jumped up and started running back upstairs. That was until I saw the pearly white cat rub herself against the bottom step.  

"Saraphina." I growled. "You scared the fucking crap out of me." I put my hands on my waist and she meowed. I just simply shook my head at her. She was a princess really but sometimes she'd do some weird shit. I headed towards the living room, recovering from my previous panic attack, when I stopped death in my tracks again. Okay I had been very drunk last night but I'd surely remember putting a dozen roses on my table. I stared at the crystal vase with the coral coloured roses in them, the tip of a piece of white paper stuck out. Carefully I walked over to it and grabbed the note. 

Dinner.
- D

What the-- It took me seconds to realise that the D most likely stood for Dylan and that the roses were his, meaning he'd been inside my house. You've got to be fucking kidding me. I'd had enough of it. I grabbed the flowers from the vase and headed for the window. I opened it and angrily I threw the roses out of the window. 

"Dylan I know you're out there!" I screamed, gaining several weird stares from people down the street. "Don't you dare come near me or I'll call the fucking cops!" And with that I slammed the window shut. Who did he think he was?! Psychotic maniac. I shook my head and headed for my living room. Coral roses. Coral. Coral? Why coral? From all the normal colors he could've chosen he'd decided to take coral. Agreed, Dylan wasn't normal but still, something told me there was more behind it. So I made myself comfortable and opened my laptop. I sat on my couch with my Apple Macbook Pro on my lap and I started typing. Colour meaning of roses, I typed. I clicked the first link and scrolled down to the colour coral. I scanned the page, carefully reading the meaning. Desire. I opened another link and did the same. Again the description read 'desire'. All of them did, every single one of them. Desire. Desire. My eyes quickly scanned the pages and for some reason it made me dizzy. I cleared the google search balk and started typing something completely different. My fingers hovered over the keyboard and eventually pressed down on the D. Dylan O'Brien. Search. Right when I was about to click it my phone rang. "Jess speaking." I said. 

"Hey Jessie," my brother Mike spoke. "I know it's your day off but Cassy just got really sick and I had to send her home. Could you please help me out here." I sighed. 

"When do you need me?" I said, very much against my will. 

"Right now." I growled. 

"I'll be right there." Without taking another look at my laptop I closed it and got up from the couch. I quickly changed into my work clothes and took an aspirin against my headache. Fucking Cassy. Always ruining my day. 

The evening fell quickly and by 1 a.m. all the customers had disappeared from the bar. I told Mike I'd close so he could go home. He'd been working his ass off all day long and well, my hangover was mostly over so I was capable of putting the chairs on the tables and shutting off the lights. 

"See you tomorrow sis." Mike shouted. He grabbed his coat from the hanger and headed to the door. 

"Bye Mikey! Drive safe." Even though I couldn't see him I just knew he was rolling his eyes at me. He hated it when I tried to 'mom' him. He always said he didn't need someone to look after him but honestly, he'd be lost without me. I was his 4 a.m drive home when he'd drunken too much, I was the one who'd take his shift in the bar when he had a hangover and I was the one who cleaned up his mess. But he was way too manly to admit that he needed his little sister to take care of him. I dried the last glasses left on the counter and put them back in the cupboard. I started cleaning the bar when suddenly the door opened and a cold breeze made its way inside. A dark figure walked in and I stopped dead in my tracks

"Hello Jessica." 

[I'm on a roll! I really know what I want to do with this story and I've got so many ideas that I'm just gonna keep updating until I've got no fricking clue anymore what to write! Cheers]