"Can I tell you a story Dyl?" I glanced up at the brown eyed man, he was busy watching the third Star Wars movie and completely engrossed in the story line but I wanted to ask. I wanted to talk to him as much as I could as often as I could.
"Will it be something about my life, you know, before all this happened?" He switched his glance from the laptop screen to me completely, something he was always good at. He was impeccable at giving me his full attention always.
"It might be," I shrugged.
"Okay then, let's get this once upon a time rolling,"
•
"Excuse me?" I asked curiously as a young boy sat down opposite me at the lunch table, placing his tray down and focusing on me.
"How come you don't talk to anyone?" he asked simply, his gaze not leaving mine once.
"I could say the same of everyone else." I dead panned completely serious.
"What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow puzzled.
"Well nobody speaks to me," I shrugged.
"But you don't talk to anyone so why would they?" He shot back, completely straight and blunt.
"A conversation doesn't have to be one way you know," I rolled my eyes.
He sat for a second, trying to find a decent response to my very valid point, "Touché,"
•
"She has a good point though, starting conversations and relationships is a two person deal," he laughed lightly, "She totally put him in his place,"
"Exactly," I chuckled.
"Did he become friends with her? The guy in your story?" he waited patiently for a response, his gaze stuck to my own.
"Yeah, he did. They became the best of friends," I bit my lip, not wanting to crack just yet.
YOU ARE READING
Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
