Serendipity - [1]

43: Are pants necessary?

"AUGH WHAT THE HELL?" An echoed voice yelled from the bathroom, waking both Dylan and I up.

"I think she woke up." Dylan said to me.

"I wouldn't have guessed." I roll my eyes.

Elle walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her wet clothes.

"I'm gonna be calm, I'm gonna assume I sleep walked to the bathroom and tried to have a bath. Unless you two have something to say." She grumbled, tapping her foot.

"It was a joke?" I said, it came out more of a question then a stable answer.

"I could have drowned. I would have died and it would've been your guy's fault." She continued, her voice trailed as she walked down the hallway muttering curse words.

"I still think it was a good prank." Dylan laughed.

I chuckled. "So what do you want to do today?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do today?" He asked.

"I just want to relax, we're busy people, we don't get this often." I say, yawning.

"That's a great idea. I'll make breakfast." He smiled. I heard the pitter patter of feet running and an instant happy Elle.

"Did I hear the sentence and I quote 'I'll make breakfast'." She smiled.

"Should we feed her?" Dylan asked, glancing at me.

"I guess so." I shrug with a laugh.

"Pancakes and bacon?" Elle smiled like a child.

"And orange juice." Dylan laughed, getting up to make breakfast.

"Okay, so since you guys tried to drown me, come bring breakfast to me in bed. I'll be waiting." Elle demanded and walked to her room.

"Did you need my help?" I asked, sitting down on the island chair.

"Are you questioning my cooking abilities?" He trailed, grabbing pancake mix and bacon.

"No, I simply asked if you wanted my help-"

"Well I don't want it now!" He sassed, vigorously mixing water and pancake mix.

"Okay mr.independent." I laugh. My phone rang from the couch.

I rushed to find it, finding it wrapped in a blanket.

I clicked the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hi, is this Arizona hale?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Patricia Moore, co-owner of wonderland magazine. We were wondering if you and Dylan O'brien would be this months cover?"

"I would love to, would you like to speak to Dylan? I'm with him now."

"That was be great, thank you."

"Dylan, it's for you." He wiped his hands and took the phone.

"Yes, that would be awesome. When exactly?"

"The 13th? Sure, yeah we would love to. Alright, sounds great. Talk to you later, bye."

"Guess we'll be on a magazine cover together." I smiled.

"You don't understand how excited I am." He says, walking back to the kitchen. "When's the 13th?"

"In 2 days." I answer.

"And we leave later today?" He asked. I nod in response.

"I hate leaving her, you know? Like I know she has Grady but I've known her for 19 years, it's just hard." I muttered.

"I get it. We should have her out in Cali sometime, and Grady too." He offers.

Thinking back to Cali, I was only staying in a hotel. I should think about renting a place out there.

"Dyl?" I asked.

He flipped the pancake perfectly and made a face of success before answering me. "Yeah?"

"I think I should rent a place in Cali. I feel like I'll be there more than just a month so if I rent a place out there I don't have to stay in a hotel." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"Why do that?" He said, his mouth twisted and his dimple showed.

"I just told you why." I replied, sending a snapchat to Elle. She only sends me her chins or her with a filter and then she ignores me.

"I know, and I totally understand. But just move in with me." He stated, finishing the pancakes and proceeding to make the bacon.

I turned my head around. "You want me to move in with you?"

"Jeez, you're making it sound like a bad idea." He grumbled.

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I'm just gonna have to think about it." I shrugged.

He turned to me. "At least stay with me until you decide because hotels are fun and all, but not for more than a week."

I picked up a pen and started twirling it around. "Sure."

He smiled and finished cooking the bacon.

"Let's bring the queen her food." I said, putting pancakes and bacon on a plate.

We walked down the hall and to Elle's room.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked as I placed the plate on her lap.

"Kim just fell out of her chair and kourtney's just eating a banana and it's all too relatable. Ari, I am kourtney and kourtney is me." She says, picking at the bacon.

"No you're not." I laughed.

"Excuse me? Do you want me to change? I am me." I raised my hands in fake defence.

"Okay, sorry. You're kourtney and she's you. Don't forget to get ready, we leave in one hour." I smiled.

She made a face. "Are pants necessary?"

"Yes, cause if not, pervert old men will try to take you." I stated, she shrugged.

"And that's a problem?" She joked. I nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you like to eat mushy food and be forced to clean his dentures everyday?" She shook her head.

"That's what I thought. I'll be right there Dylan!" I laughed, getting up.

She's a real piece of work sometimes.