Magnets ➳ Dylan O'Brien

fifteen ; real life

➥ fifteen ; real life

           DYLAN PACED AROUND the room nervously, mentally preparing himself for the encounter that could go infinite ways. Many of all he played in his mind, bursting with a variety of emotions, ecstatic and depressing. The floor beneath him shrieked from constant shifts in pressure. His lips were pursed, forehead crinkled, and he rubbed his temples viciously.

          A small knock was placed upon the door, making him jump out of his skin. Slowly approaching the door, he contemplated climbing out the window and falling four floors onto the cement instead of facing his heart. On the other side, Emmeline urged herself to keep her calm. Unfortunately, she was unable to keep her palms from becoming sweaty, hands shake, and foot tap uncontrollably. The thin wall was the one barrier keeping the two from facing their problems, but soon it opened.

          Their brown eyes connected, melting together in admiration. Both stuttered, failing timelessly to initiate the conversation. After moments of silence, Dylan intentionally and unintentionally gained enough courage to speak.

        "You want to come in?, " he choked out. The girl slouched in her stance, nodding slowly as she walked into the apartment. She pushed a dark brown strand behind her ear, gulping anxiously. Although she felt uneasy, Dylan looked past it and was weak in the knees at the sight of the breathtaking girl.

        Her heart pumped inside her chest maliciously, yearning for her to speak her feelings. While the boy reeked of guilt, seeping through is pores and generating tension.

       "Dylan, listen I didn't mean to ignore you," Emmy spoke with hesitance. The brown eyed boy directed the girl to sit down on the couch beside him, patting the spot.

      "Emmy, I shouldn't have-"

      "No, I was childish and unacceptable. I completely flaked on replying because I was scared. . . "

     "Why would you be scared?"

       " I don't know. It's just, well, when you kissed me. I froze because I just met you. Like literally not even a month ago I was told you'd be my co star! Yet I feel like I've known you for ages, I've been racking my brain on how something could happen so quick. And I have no idea so I've been trying to keep my space but I can't. Maybe it's your stupid humor that makes me laugh every time, or your smile that that's irritatingly contagious, or maybe when you listen to my idiotic rants. Just like this one but I mean-"

          Her mouth moved faster than her mind but was cut off by a pair of lips. Shutting her up in an instant, leaving her to remember the first kiss that had previously caused issues. This one was different though, less rushed and sloppy, rather soft and passionate. He pulled away staring into the breathless girl's face before him, looking for any signs. He loved her, but that's too cliche right? To love someone who her just met? To love someone he barely knew inside out? To love someone without knowing their middle name? So he'd wait, until his love was valid. He'd wait. He mentally promised himself that.

     "Maybe we're just, I don't know. Magnets."

A/N
HAHA at myself
You should've known
I'm fcking horrible @
waiting until Friday
you thought this was over?
this is just the flame that's gonna
start the freakin fire :)