Stiles Stilinski Imagines

(DYLAN):You Got This.

   
     Dylan and I have been friends for a while now. Thirteen years exactly next month. Someone stole my cookie in kindergarten and Dylan punched the kid until he gave it back. Instant best friends. But he did have to go to time out.
  
   Today, Dylan is sending in his audition for a new show called Teen Wolf. I know, sounds kinda cheesy but he really wants the part.
  
   He first wanted the role as Scott McCall but thought he connected more with that Stiles kid. I totally agree. Both are adorably awkward.
  
  Anyway, all he used to audition was a link to two of his favorite YouTube videos that he uploaded.
  
  "Come on! Just send it!" I said as I watched his mouse linger over the send button. (Tbh I don't know if this is how to send it but just imagine okay.)
  
   "What if I don't get it?" He said.
  
   "Well, at least you tried, right?"
  
   He sighed and a wide grin appeared on his face. I heard a click and he jumped out of his chair, knocking it down. "I actually did it." He muttered.
  
   "Now, we wait."

   "Oh god. I hope I get this role."
  
   Seeing him in this position, I immediately pulled him into a hug. "You got this."
   
   "Thank you." He muttered into my hair.
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  I was reading a book when my phone started ringing. I recognized the caller ID and answered. "Hey, Dyl. What's up?"
   
  "I GOT THE PART." I held my phone away from my ear, it was currently ringing.
   
  "You could've just said that instead of bursting my ear drums." I smiled.
  
   "Sorry. But I got it!"
  
   "I heard and I told you so! When are you leaving?"
  
   I heard him sigh. "Tomorrow."

   "Tomorrow?"
  
   "Tomorrow."

   "Wha- They didn't give you time to pack or anything?" I said, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

   "Well, they gave me tonight."

    "You better come and say goodbye then."

    "You're my best friend. The one who would never make me feel lonely. The one who encouraged me to do whatever made me happy. The one who helped me get through asking someone to prom on my stupid YouTube channel. I could never not say goodbye to that." I quickly wiped my tears.
    "Good."

    I heard him chuckle. "I have to go. I promise I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?"

    I nodded but realized he couldn't see me. "Okay."

   "Goodnight."

   "Goodnight."

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   I woke up sad, knowing my best friend was leaving me today. I took a shower, hoping it will drown the depressiveness of the situation but it didn't help. Not a bit.

     "Honey! Dylan's here!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

    "Okay!" I finished brushing my hair and quickly ran down the stairs. I saw Dylan at the door and almost jumped into his arms. He hugged me back.

    "I'll miss you, Dyl Pickle." I muttered into his shirt.
    "I'll miss you, too." He pulled away and used his thumb to wipe away the tear that escaped my eye. "Remember, even when I'm not here in person, I'm still here. Like a ghost."

   I softly laughed. "That's not the same."

   "I know. I just wanted to make you laugh."

   "Aww!" I heard my mom say from behind me. Dylan chuckled as I glared at her. She threw her hands up in the air in defense and walked up the stairs to her room.

   I turned back and looked at Dylan. "I have a surprise for you." He said.

   "Okay..."

   "You know how we did a couple videos together?" I slowly nodded. "Well... I sent those in and you may or may not have gotten a part in the show."

  I stood with my mouth wide open. "What?"

  "They liked you so much, they created a new character for you. Scott and Stiles' best friend."

   I slapped his arm. "This better not be a joke!"

   He grabbed the spot where I hit. "I swear it's not."

   I pulled him in again. "Oh my gosh!" Then I remembered something and pulled away. "I thought they said everyone had to be there today?"

   "They did."

   "I have to go pack!" I spun around but Dylan caught my arm.

   He pulled out a suit case from behind the door that looked oddly familiar. "I also may or may not have already told your family and snuck into your room while you were taking a shower to pack your bag."

   "Bye Mom!" I yelled. I grabbed the suit case and Dylan's arm and ran to the car.

   "Aren't you gonna say bye?" He said.

   "I did."

   He looked at me. I groaned. "Fine."

    I said my goodbyes to my family and now we are on our way to the set to have our very first table read. I'm so nervousited. I never even thought how big this show was going to get one day.