One Shots|Dylan O'Brien

Cliff|Dylan

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I looked nervously over the side of the cliff at the cold water that awaited at the bottom.

"Come on," Dylan urged, "It'll be fun."

"You're crazy." I tugged nervously at my tank top as Dylan pulled off his shirt by tugging at the cloth behind his neck, tossing it to the soft grass.

"People do this all the time." He smiled, taking off his shoes, leaving him in his shorts.

"Sorry, and these people and you- are crazy." I corrected myself as I walked after him to where the soft green grass ended.

"Come on. Live a little." He smirked as he held my forearm lightly.

"That's what I'm trying to do." I pulled my arm away, "I don't want the bottom of that," I pointed at the water, "to cut my living short."

"Then you'll just have to walk all the way there." He smiled and jumped.

"No!" I heard my own voice as I tried to reach for his arm.

I gasped as I watched him fall several meters, before diving into the blue water.
I realized I was holding my breath when I saw his head pop up from the small waves.

"Come on!" I heard his yell from below as he splashed water, his laugh echoing.

"I'm gonna regret this." I mumbled to myself as I began to take off my shoes and socks, hastily tossing them over his shirt and shoes.

I took a running start, if I hesitated I knew I'd chicken out. I felt my feet push off the grass one last time. The feeling of free falling was incredible, I broke right through the water, opening my eyes to the crystal clear water. I swam up finally taking a breath of air.

"I didn't think you'd do it." I heard his laugh behind me.

"Peer pressure's a bitch." I turned to face him and splashed water at him.

"I see that smile on your face." Dylan smiled, swimming closer to me. His long, dark, wet, hair stuck to his face.

"You're still crazy."

"Were you worried about me?" He tilted his head slightly, a smile playing at his lips.

"Not even."

"I could have sworn I heard you scream when I jumped."

"Think it's all that water in your ears." I replied as we continued to stay afloat.

"Really?" He asked, getting closer, "I was hoping that maybe you felt the same way that I do about you." He reached out, moving my wet hair out of my face, his hands felt warm even though the water was freezing; his eyes looking into mine.

"Depends what it is you feel." My voice barely louder than a whisper as I reached up, placing my hands over his. I closed my eyes as he leaned his forehead against mine, carefully brushing my lips with his before kissing me.