Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

14 | Silver key

The sky had turned cloudy and dark when I returned from the hospital. I parked my car in front of my apartment and then put my feet down in the cold snow. It was still freezing outside and getting colder with every passing hour. I shivered, crossing my arms over my chest to get warmer. I'd been in the hospital for a while, not realising what time it was when I left. Tyler was gonna be okay, luckily. He needed to stay for a couple more days so his jaw had time to heal but he was gonna be just fine.

I took big steps towards the front door of my building. But once I came there I froze in my spot. On the stairs sat a guy with a very familiar body frame. His arms were bare as he sat in only a t-shirt as usual. I carefully walked closer to him and as soon as he noticed me, he looked up.

"Dylan?" I breathed out, not being able to belief that he was sitting here. "What are you doing here?" I got scared because I knew the reason why he was here. He wanted to confront me about seeing Tyler. But to my biggest surprise he said something which was the complete opposite of that. 

"I came to apologise." I raised both my eyebrows, staring at him like he'd gone mad. Which maybe he had.

"Are you crazy? How long have you been sitting here? It's freezing outside. Come on, we'll talk upstairs." I rambled. I didn't give him a chance to speak. Instead I grabbed his hand and helped him get up from the stairs. I then pulled him with me to the second floor and only let go when I was standing right in front of my door. I turned the key in its lock and then guided Dylan inside. When I turned around to face him he had his arm stuck out, a little box in his hand.

"For you." He said. He smiled but it seemed so fake to me. Like he didn't really mean it, like he could't pretend to be happy. I carefully took the small wooden box from his hand, a bit suspicious of what I would find.

"What is this?" I asked.

"You'll see. Open it." He was acting so odd that I couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable. I carefully opened the box, praying that there was not something nasty or dangerous in it. But to my surprise all I saw was a silver key.

"I-I don't understand." I whispered. I looked up at him and I could see that he had a hard time showing me his emotions.

"It's a key." A pause followed. "To my apartment." He scratched the back of his neck and I almost dropped the box that was in my hands to the ground. I stared at him, mouth wide open, not believing what he'd just announced. A key to his home? He gave me the key to his house? He must be fucking with me. I had to sit down and waited for a second so the first shock could go away.

"You can't be serious." I eventually said.

"I am."

"Dylan you barely know me!" I exclaimed. This was absolute fucking madness. Why was he acting like this? Why was he being nice? Why was he not freaking out about me seeing Tyler? Because if anything, he should go mental because of that. But no here he was acting like the perfect gentleman. Something was off. Something was not right.

"Look I'm sorry for what happened this morning. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I felt terrible after it. I want to get to know you. Show you that I can be trusted. And for you to trust me I have to show you that I trust you. That's what the key is for. So here I am, offering you my most sincere apology and hoping that you'll maybe go out with me again." I narrowed my eyes. The words that came out of his mouth didn't seem to be his. He was speaking them but they didn't come from his heart. Then I realised.

"Dylan? Are you on pills?" I asked. He nodded. "Why?"

"Because you don't like me when I don't take them." I almost felt bad for him. That he was scared I wouldn't like him but honestly I knew better. I knew that he was standing here, telling me all these sweet things and that it was all absolute bullshit. 

"Stop lying to me then." I growled. 

"What? I'm not lying." 

"You're on pills Dylan. The same pills that made you not interested in me, the same pills that shut down every human emotion inside of you. You tell me that you're sorry, that you feel terrible. You tell me that you want me to like you but honestly, you don't. Not at the moment anyway. You want me to go out with you? Fine. I'll go out with Dylan but not with the emotionless, lifeless guy standing right in front of me." And I meant it. I meant every single word of it. I wanted to get to know Dylan, I really did. Because right now I had no clue who he really was, the only thing I did know was that he was not this numbed soul standing in front of me. Dylan remained silent. I noticed that the words he first spoke were rehearsed and that he now had no clue what to say. He wasn't prepared for this. I sighed. "Listen. How long does it take for these pills to work out?" 

"Usually about eight hours." 

"Alright. Go home Dylan. Get some rest and tomorrow, when you are you again, I will go out with you." 

"I don't understand." He said. "Why would you wanna go out with that guy?" 

"Because he's the guy that wants to go out with me." I smiled at him, my heart beating in my throat. I was acting all tough and stuff but on the inside I was dying with fear. I knew he wasn't gonna lash out at me, simply because he didn't care. "Now go home. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll come to you." I said, holding up the key. He nodded his head, turned around and walked out of the door. I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding and fell down on my couch. Alright so I was gonna go on a date with Dylan, the real Dylan. The Dylan that not long ago beat Tyler into the hospital. I could do this right? I sighed and against my better judgment I grabbed my phone from my pocket. 

Jess: Hey Alex! What is up my white god? ;) 

I stared at my phone and waited for my best friend to reply. I hadn't heard from him in awhile. 

Alex: Hey cupcake! I'm good. On a date now actually. 

Jess: Olalala. Is he handsome? 

Alex. You know, he's one of those people who actually looks better in picture then in real life. 

Jess: Auwch... 

Alex: No it's fine. He's stille cute though and pretty funny. So what's up with you?

Jess: I need to discuss something with you. Can we meet up tomorrow? 

Alex. Sure, you can stop by my office at lunch. What's it about?

I hesitated before I typed the words because I knew he hated it. 

Jess: Dylan...

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