"Tell me another one," Dylan yawned, his fatigue creeping up on him as he snuggled down into bed.
"Okay okay," I chuckled.
•
"Excuse me?"
I looked up to locate the voice and was met with a pair of curious brown eyes. I frowned scanning the space surrounding me to see if I could find whoever he was speaking to but seeing that nobody was next to me and my lunch table was empty, I came to the certified conclusion that he was talking to me and it was a wrong person sort of situation.
"I errr, I'm really sorry if I'm interrupting anything or intruding but I was wondering if I could sit?"
Or maybe he was just here to single me out and pick on me?
"I could say no, but I still have a feeling you'd sit down anyway," I dead panned completely serious as I met his smug expression.
"What do you mean?" He wrinkled his nose at the end, trying to play it off but I knew I was right.
"Well nobody speaks to me," I shrugged my shoulder lightly to emphasise my point, "But you're so curious about me so you're gonna sit here whether I say yes or no right?"
"Touché," he replied quickly laughing lightly, "I am," he laughed, plonking himself down in the seat he'd occupied a couple of hours before.
"So why are you here and why are you so interested in getting to know me?" I studied his expression carefully, scrutinising each reaction as it happened, intrigued to know why he suddenly was so interested in the shy nobody.
"Curiosity killed the cat I suppose," he shrugged.
"Well that would work I suppose," I chuckled lightly mocking him, he laughed before I continued, "Except you're not a cat and with me there's nothing worth being so curious about you end up being killed,"
"I beg to differ Lola Rose, I beg to differ,"
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"He really did begin sitting with her all the time didn't he?" Dylan's sleepy voice called out, his eyes were beginning to droop and he pulled the covers up as the breeze blew through the window.
I walked over to it, seeing he was getting cold and closed it quickly. He muttered a quick thank you as I wandered back over to his bed and sat beside him, "Yeah he did,"
"Will you ever tell me who they really are? If you know them that is,"
"Maybe Dyl, maybe one day," I patted his hand as he fell asleep before taking my place in the chair beside his bed and dozing off.
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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.
